Brother thinks I'm too silly, what should I do?

"Do you still dare to compete with your mother?"

Fu Nanqiao raised her eyebrows, "One day, I will be able to beat A Niang."

Duan Qiche was stunned, and touched his head with some distress, "I don't ask you to be so powerful, just be able to protect yourself well, don't be like your father, the shackles on his body are too heavy, forcing him to be strong."

The words aroused Fu Nanqiao's curiosity. Fu Nanqiao never understood what happened between her and her father back then. Why did two people who love each other so much give up on each other?

"You and father...is it because father betrayed you?"

"Which bastard said that?" Duan Xiche looked displeased, "Your father is the most affectionate man in the whole world, how could he betray me?"

"Then why did you separate, and you sent me to Desolation instead of leaving me to my father?"

Duan Qiche's eyes gradually darkened, "My father and I voluntarily reconcile, I want to ascend, and she wants to protect the resort. We all know what we want, Qiao Qiao, in this world, it is not only the love of children that is important. A Niang trained hard for ten years to ascend, your father sacrificed his freedom to protect the resort, these are very important to us, as for us...we all feel that as long as we keep each other in our hearts, we will be happy even if we don’t see each other.”

"Then, A Niang left me in Desolation because she was afraid that my father would pass on the shackles to me?"

"He won't." When talking about the devil king, the corners of Duan Qiche's mouth always twitched, and at this time there was unreasonable trust, "Your father, the king, will only let someone who is willing to protect the holy place take over. If you don't want to He won't force it - A Niang is also selfish, I hope you have a decent identity, and you don't have to be beaten like a street rat. After your father knows that you have a child like you, he probably has been looking for you all these years. If your father knew that I put you in a decent family, he would not force you back, after all, he also hopes that you will have a good life. "

Fu Nanqiao was just being moved, when he suddenly remembered something, his back stiffened, "Mother... did you give birth to me?"

Duan Qiche was a little confused, "Otherwise, I can still have a litter?"

Fu Nanqiao swallowed, and couldn't utter a word for a long time. Duan Xiche looked anxiously, and frowned slightly, "What are you going to say, you hesitated."

"Aniang, if my father has another son..."

"He dares?!" Duan Qiche put his hands on his hips, "Impossible, your father only loves me!"

With many thoughts, Fu Nanqiao finally decided to betray his father and told Duan Qiche about Mingran's existence.

I saw Duan Qiche's face was cloudy, and after a while, he held a one-meter-long sword and insisted on meeting the Demon King no matter what.

Fu Nanqiao added fuel to the flames, "Aniang, if you can't take it anymore, if the father really marries another, he will definitely fight!"

"You wait for me in desolation, if he dares to marry another, my mother will kill him!"

Looking at Duan Qiche's angry back, Fu Nanqiao couldn't help shivering and sighing.

Of course he believed that his father would not betray A Niang. Mingran was probably his father's foster son. He just thought that since they hadn't seen each other for 20 years, it would be good to have an excuse to see each other.

The barrier then dissipated, and Fu Nanqiao stepped out. After many months of practice, the two auras in his body were already in harmony. If he really had a fight with his elder brother, he might not be defeated now.

Thinking of senior brother, the corners of Fu Nanqiao's mouth raised uncontrollably.

A bamboo dragonfly caused by spiritual power went straight to Fu Nanqiao along the bamboo bushes, and a note happened to fall into Fu Nanqiao's outstretched hand.

The small town under the mountain, meet you.

—— Luo Chen

Fu Nanqiao frowned, and went straight to the mountain gate with a smile on her face.

A black figure not far away was staring at Fu Nanqiao closely, with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"Senior brother."

Song Boyao's shoulders tightened, and he looked back at Luo Chen with a gloomy expression in vain, "Master...brother?"

The black eyes were covered with a layer of coldness, and Luo Chen's hand holding his shoulders tightened unconsciously, "What was written on the bamboo dragonfly that the younger brother gave Fu Nanqiao?"

Song Boyao said truthfully, "I... I said that senior brother is waiting for him at the foot of the mountain."

"What is the younger brother going to do?"

Song Boyao swallowed, "I... I was just playing tricks on him. Didn't the two of us always do this before? Why does senior brother look so angry?"

"Tricking?" Luo Chen's voice was as cold as ice on the edge, "Then can you take me to see for yourself, how did you play tricks on my little junior brother?"

"Ah? Yes." Song Boyao's eyes wandered, and he smiled.

There was an unclear smile on the corner of Luo Chen's mouth, but there was an inexplicable coldness that made it difficult to see clearly.

In another resort, the Demon King was lying on the bedside eating melon seeds and reading a story book when there was a loud noise outside the door, and he was almost choked to death by the melon seeds stuck in his throat.

"Ouch, who the hell farts so loudly?"

The little waiter ran in with a face full of horror, "Devil King, damn it, Devil King!!!"

"What are you doing?!" The demon king frowned, "A gentleman must not speak dirty words!"

The servants have been with the Demon King all the year round. Although they are servants, the Demon King is approachable. Sometimes they subconsciously become the same as the Demon King. The Demon King is not annoyed, but rather likes this happy scene.

The waiter's mouth was about to drop to the ground, "Didn't I see the ghost, didn't the princess ascend?"

As soon as the words fell, the melon seeds in the devil's hand fell to the ground, but he began to be at a loss, "The princess is here?? Fuck it, comb my hair and change my clothes!!"

The waiter hurriedly picked up his clothes to put on the devil's bed.

With a "bang", the door of the palace was kicked directly in front of the two of them, and the servant was so frightened that his hair stood on end. Killed!!"

The devil almost collapsed, "Oh my god, I really didn't do anything!!!"

The palace shook on the palace, and the little man screamed in the loud voice, "Ah, Duan Dad, I am still inside, you want to kill the demon king, let me go out first!"

"Mingheng!" Duan Qiche held a one-meter broadsword in his hand, and a layer of flames appeared in his eyes, and shouted, "Where is that vixen?!"

"..."

The devil king and the servant did not dare to show their anger.

The waiter swallowed, "What... vixen? Demon King, have you raised a fox?"

The Demon King thought about it seriously, "Isn't Xiaobai a fox?"

With a sound of "Ding!", the knife in Duan Qiche's hand was directly placed on the devil's chest, "My mother, you will never be born again!"

"Who is Xiaobai?!"

"Ah?" The Demon King was stunned, "...it seems to be a dog."

"What about the vixen?"

"What kind of vixen is there?"

"Fart!" Duan Qiche felt a little wronged, "Didn't you say that whether we meet or not, you won't change your mind? I guard myself like a jade in the nine heavens, and your son is 20 years old. Dare to love my mother just left , you found a vixen and enjoyed it safely, right?"

"..."

The Demon King was so dazed that he couldn't be more dazed.

The waiter finally turned around, "Oh my god, I was wondering why, so the princess misunderstood the devil!"

Duan Qiche was taken aback, "Misunderstanding?"

"Ah, it's not too bad." The waiter walked over and patted the princess on the shoulder. "My princess, Mingran Shaojun was adopted by the devil, and he wasn't born with any fox spirit."

The Demon King also understood, and bit his lip aggrievedly, "Duan Qiche! Is this kind of person in my eyes?"

"Ah." Duan Qiche pursed his lips in embarrassment, "I'm too angry, I didn't think so much..."

"Fart!" The devil threw his clothes to the ground, "You just don't believe me!"

The waiter smiled, and said in a low voice, "The waiter is going down first, princess, please coax the devil quickly."

After saying that, he quietly ran out.

As soon as the door was closed, Duan Qiche softened his expression, "Okay, don't be angry, I'm really too angry, I didn't think so much..."

Before he finished speaking, his waist tightened, and he was pulled into his arms by the demon king. The long-lost embrace made the two of them immersed in tenderness, greedily wishing that the years would be quiet.

"Archer, I miss you so much."

I haven't seen him for 20 years. Duan Qiche's good looks haven't changed at all, but the Demon King is no longer that high-spirited young man. The embrace was as warm as ever.

Duan Qiche had a sore nose, buried his head on Mingheng's chest, and said hoarsely, "I miss you so much, really, so much."

"I don't think I will come to see me." Mingheng felt aggrieved, "I dare not admit it to my son, and you dare not see me either. I am so sad."

Duan Qiche looked up at him, "Have you seen your son?"

"Fu Nanqiao." Ming Heng lowered his head and kissed her, "You did a good job, our son, so you can live as you want."

"I thought you would blame me for not letting you see your son..."

"It's really your fault."

"I……"

"Why don't you believe me? Could it be that if you let me know of his existence, I will stop you from doing that? Archer, I also hope that he comes from a famous family, and I also want him to be a famous girl. If you tell me earlier , I will not go to him with great fanfare, you have done a good job, you have given Qiao Qiao a very good life."

Duan Qiche buried his head on his chest, "Our son is also a Nascent Soul, he can protect himself well, you two find a chance to meet each other, he hasn't called your father yet, has he?"

"Called."

"Ok?"

Duan Qiche looked up at him, Mingheng's smile was cunning, like an old fox "using a little trick."

Duan Qiche followed suit with a smile, "Old fox, you're not in shape."

"Well, I'm an old fox." Ming Heng tightened his arms around her waist, "Our Archer's peerless appearance has really changed a little, and I, an old fox, really feel a little inferior."

Duan Qiche traced his eyebrows and eyes with his hands, "You haven't changed much, you're still so pretty."

Mingheng's eyes were stained with spring water, "Really?"

Duan Qiche nodded.

Mingheng looked thoughtful, seeing him nodding, raised his eyebrows, and smiled frivolously, just like his cynical look back then, "Then do you want to do something with me?"

Duan Qiche didn't respond, "What are you doing?"

Mingheng leaned close to her ear, the heat made her whole body numb, "Do something that an adult should do."