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

Fu Nanqiao walked out of Fuqiu Island somehow, her heart ached as if she had been pulled out by a human being, and she was as embarrassed as a bereaved dog.

Tomorrow the sun will rise as usual, he is no longer a desolate and superior disciple, but the son of a frightening demon king, born bloodthirsty, with a blood demon in his body.

"Fu Nanqiao..."

Ming Ran stood in front of him, the red mark on his forehead became more and more conspicuous, he looked at him, hesitant to speak.

"Didn't you say to protect the resort?" Fu Nanqiao almost collapsed. "Do you know that doing so will not only harm the resort, but also harm me?!"

Ming Ran frowned, tears dripping from her eyelashes, "Why are you still saving me?"

"Could it be that I want to watch you die on Fuqiu Island?"

"We are not brothers..."

"But I regard you as my own brother."

Ming Ran suddenly raised her head and looked at Fu Nanqiao, feeling an indescribable strange feeling in her heart, "You..."

"Take me in." Fu Nanqiao's vision was a little blurred, and his voice sounded extremely desperate, "Now, everyone really doesn't want me anymore..."

The ending sound fell between his lips and teeth, Fu Nanqiao was dizzy, made a mistake and fell down.

"elder brother--"

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, the half-foot-thick snow covered the desolate mountain tightly. Luo Chen was wearing a blue coat, and the fox fur on his collar rolled away a bit of sadness.

Lingyao embraced Fengchi who was in grief, and gently patted his shoulder to send silent comfort. In just one day, the cold winter came, and it seemed that he would use this biting cold snow to commemorate the lost pair of wings.

Luo Chen stood in front of the spirit card, his pale hand moved slightly, he didn't know how to tell them about Fu Nanqiao, so as not to add insult to injury to the sad atmosphere.

The disciple who came to report also hesitated to come forward, Luo Chen slightly closed his eyes, he guessed that this disciple was going to talk about Ming Ran's escape from desolation.

Ling Yao noticed the hesitant disciple behind him, and said, "Speak up if you have something to do."

The disciple then stepped forward, "Uncle Master, Ming Ran, the young master of the Demon Race, has escaped."

"Escaped?" Ling Yao frowned, "Is Fuqiu Island all trash?"

"Fu Nanqiao let go."

There was no emotion in Luo Chen's voice, but it made people feel sympathetic that the needles in his heart were full of holes.

Feng Chi's figure suddenly paused, and at this moment he just felt that he had heard wrong, "What did you say?"

Luo Chen said succinctly, "Fu Nanqiao is the son of the devil, he let Mingran go."

The air paused for a few seconds, and Feng Chi suddenly realized, "No wonder, no wonder Immortal Yuze wants to take him as a disciple, so it turns out that he is her own son."

The disciple swallowed, but still felt that he had to continue to tell the story, "Master, the second senior brother abolished all his skills and got rid of his name in Desolation. He said that he killed the third senior sister, and he is not worthy to be here." It's desolate."

His beautiful eyes moved slightly, and his emotions flashed by. Luo Chen just stood there, suddenly feeling desolate and empty, as if he was taking tea to cool down.

"Death, defection, resignation..." Feng Chi smiled wryly, "Why, in just one night, there is only one of the desolate four high-level disciples left."

The cold wind made Luo Chen's face a little painful. He felt that he should hide in the room and get drunk at this moment, but somehow, he didn't want to move at all. He just wanted to stand here and escape from reality. Don't face it.

"Luo Chen."

Fengchi called him.

"The disciple is here."

"Where did Nan Qiao go?"

Luo Chen's eyes were dark, and he pursed his lips and said nothing.

Feng Chi laughed, "That's right, where else can he go besides resorts?"

"Uncle Shi's heart is empty." Feng Chi's voice was choked with sobs, "At this moment, it seems that the three children I raised have all disappeared, and home doesn't feel like home anymore. My heart seems to be hollowed out. So real."

Luo Chen had a sore nose and clenched his hands tightly.

In another resort, Fu Nanqiao slowly opened his eyes, and suddenly, as if in a lifetime, Ming Heng held his hand, with mixed feelings in his heart, "I never thought I would recognize you in this way."

"Father." Fu Nanqiao called out, but didn't know what to say next.

"Father, I'm sorry..."

"No." Fu Nanqiao pulled away a pale smile, "It will come sooner or later, it's my fate."

The pale face was slightly covered with melancholy, Fu Nanqiao seemed to be ten years older for a while, and his eyes were like an old man, with some vitality remaining.

It should always be like this, no matter how it evolves, his identity is like this, sooner or later he will stand on the opposite side.

"Tomorrow Xianmen will reveal your identity to the public, and the resort will also become a place to be crusaded, Nan Qiao..."

Ming Heng wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Fu Nanqiao, "Father, let me be quiet."

Mingheng nodded, looked at him for a while, then turned and walked out.

As soon as the door was opened, the cold wind rushed in, and the heavy snow was blown into the room, falling silently on the ground and turning into transparency.

"winter is here."

Fu Nanqiao rubbed his shoulders, trying to make himself feel a little bit, but somehow, he didn't know what was hot or cold at this moment, as if his senses had been taken away.

【"Have you ever liked me? Did you lie to me from the beginning to the end?"

"roll."】

Even though he had thought about this outcome countless times, that feeling still filled his heart at all. Compared with everyone's abuse, the big brother's sentence of "fucking" made him more grief-stricken.

He must be very disappointed, the junior brother has lied to him for so long, but he hates others to lie to him the most...

It would be nice to be an ordinary person, he doesn't need to care about his identity, he doesn't need to care about the relationship between righteousness and evil, he simply stays together until old age, living in seclusion in the mountains and forests with wild clouds and wild cranes.

Ming Ran looked at Ming Heng who came out of Fu Nanqiao's room, he stood there like a child who did something wrong.

The always gentle father finally had a sullen look in his eyes. He glanced at him with hatred, and gritted his teeth, "Pretending to be smart!"

Ming Ran lowered her head, not daring to speak.

Looking at his appearance, Mingheng couldn't help but sighed in distress, "Go back, it's too cold outside."

"The resort..."

"Don't worry about it, father will handle it."

He pursed his lips, now he hoped that his father would beat him up, it was better than this.

"I know that you want to make the people in the resort feel proud and live a normal life, Ah Ran, the demons have so many lives in their hands for hundreds of years, how could it be possible to just pay it off, you think we are wronged , but Ah Ran, think about it in a different position, who would like to put a bloodthirsty alien by his side, and live a life of fighting against each other every day?"

"It's good to be in the resort." Mingheng patted his head, "If this time passes, let's stay in the resort...with your brother."

Mentioning Fu Nanqiao, Mingran's body froze, and the feeling of guilt became more obvious, "I'm sorry brother..."

"Be kinder to my brother after knowing I'm sorry. I must feel uncomfortable when I suddenly change from a noble girl to a devil's son."

Ming Ran nodded and stopped talking.

When the immortals gathered in the resort, Fu Nanqiao had a high fever and was unconscious. He only knew that someone was taking care of him. When he woke up, the resort was peaceful. Mingran lay beside his bed, and he moved a little. , Mingran straightened up quickly.

His hair was slightly disheveled, black hair slanted down at random, his eyes were faintly bloodshot, he probably hadn't slept well, and his eyes were full of fatigue.

"Brother..." Ming Ran hurriedly helped him up, and brought out a bowl of medicine from the side, "Drink the medicine."

Fu Nanqiao's body was sore, his head was swollen and hurt, his throat seemed to be torn, and he frowned as soon as he opened his mouth, "Is the fairy gate coming?"

Mingran nodded, "Father Wang promised that they would not take another step to victory, and Xianmen also promised to continue to keep the promise."

Fu Nanqiao's eyes were dark and her eyelashes trembled slightly, "Is there... about me?"

The medicine bowl in her hand paused, Ming Ran pursed her lips and said nothing, Fu Nanqiao understood it, and smiled wryly, "It's fine not to say anything, Master is so concerned about face, he must be blushing with anger."

Ming Ran's eyes were dry and painful, sitting next to him felt a little awkward, "Brother, I'm sorry..."

"Brother, this can be regarded as a sincere call."

Fu Nanqiao gulped down the bitter medicine, and Mingran quickly took the medicine bowl in his hand, and handed him another candy. Hearing his words, she looked down and looked pitiful, and the broken hair between her forehead just stayed on the In front of his eyelashes, there are jet-black and agile phoenix eyes.

"Stay safely in the resort in the future, and put away your ambitions. This kind of life is the best."

"Um……"

In the blink of an eye, the fairy gate and the resort have been safe for more than a year.

The Demon King kept his promise, and the disciples of the Demon Race really did not take a step forward. Fu Nanqiao usually played games with some of the Demon Race boys, and had a leisurely life, but sometimes when he thought of his senior brother, his smiling eyes would immediately become desolate.

Shengdi didn't know when the culture of not being able to mention the words desolation and Luo Chen in front of the little devil started to form.

"Little Demon Lord." Zhaoxuan handed him a bamboo dragonfly, "Young Lord picked up some rabbits in the wild forest and said he would roast them for you to eat. After you finish playing with these little bastards in a while, the little waiter will come to you." take you there."

Fu Nanqiao stretched himself out and patted the boy's head, "Xiaoyuan, brother is hungry, can I play with you tomorrow?"

Xiao Yuan pouted aggrievedly, and hugged him reluctantly, "The little devil will come early tomorrow."

"Okay," Fu Nanqiao smiled, "Come early tomorrow."

Fu Nanqiao and Zhao Xuan had just approached the kitchen when they smelled a pungent smell of paste. Mingran was wearing an apron, and was copying the vegetables clumsily, but was splashed by oil droplets, and screamed.

Seeing them coming, Mingran tidied up the slightly messy clothes, and smiled slightly on her lips, "Brother, come and eat rabbits."

Fu Nanqiao looked at the dark thing and couldn't tell what it was, rubbed the center of his eyebrows, helplessly, "...Let you young masters do something you are good at."

Ming Ran curled her lips, "Brother despises me?"

"No, no." Fu Nanqiao swallowed, reached out to take a black one, challenged her for a while, closed her eyes, and put it in her mouth.

Mingran held back her smile, and when Fu Nanqiao suddenly opened her eyes, she regained her expression, making it impossible to see the slightest bit of cunning.

The mixed smell was mixed with an inexplicable smell of paste, which made Fu Nanqiao roll his eyes, grabbing at Zhaoxuan indiscriminately.

Zhaoxuan was so scared by him that his hairs stood on end, "Damn it! Little devil, are you going to mutate?!"

"Shui Shui!!!"

Ming Ran unhurriedly handed over a glass of water, holding the corner of her mouth and smiling, "Brother, is it delicious?"

Fu Nanqiao gulped down the drink and gave him an angry look, "Did you do it on purpose?"

Mingran shook his head wanting to cover it up, "No."

Zhao Xuan couldn't help laughing, and said to the little devil in a low voice, "I guess I'm taking revenge for letting him dove you last night."

Fu Nanqiao rolled his eyes, and after thinking about it for a while, it seems that Mingran's pigeons were really released - Mingran didn't know what was going on last night, and he insisted on pulling him to look at the stars and the moon, Fu Nanqiao didn't bother to pay attention to him , I didn't go, I didn't expect this little kid to hold a grudge!

Fu Nanqiao couldn't help asking, "You don't sleep at night, why are you looking at the stars?"

Mingran rested her chin on one hand, and looked at him with clear eyes, "Don't you like looking at the stars in the sky, brother?"

"What catches your eyes."

"Then don't watch it." Ming Ran smiled, "Look at the stars in my brother's eyes from now on."

Zhaoxuan's face was black, while Nan Qiao's face was green. The demon king who had just arrived outside the door staggered in fright. With the support of the maid, he moved away secretly without anyone noticing.

A little rabbit ran two steps in a row and landed on Fu Nanqiao's shoes, seeming to regard his clothes as grass, eating with its small mouth.

Fu Nanqiao froze, looking at the rabbit's pink fur, she couldn't move her eyes for a moment, "You...where did you catch it?"

Ming Ran does not doubt that there is him in the "Desolate Forest."

Zhaoxuan lowered his body and hugged the rabbit in his arms, "There is also a pink rabbit, this is the first time for me..."

Before finishing speaking, Fu Nanqiao turned around and ran out of the kitchen, leaving the two of them staring at each other.

The deserted forest is lonely and desolate for several miles. The last time he came here, he was the one who expressed his feelings to the senior brother, but within a few months, things and people have changed, just like this deserted forest, it is desolate.

A crow landed on his shoulder, full of demonic energy, Fu Nanqiao trembled a little, with mixed feelings in his heart.

At this moment, the elder brother whom he had been thinking about day and night was lying in front of him, his face pale and unconscious.

His elder brother hasn't changed much, his face is smooth and handsome, his thick black eyebrows are tightly frowned, and he seems extremely uncomfortable.

He didn't know how long he watched in place before he was willing to hug Luo Chen horizontally. The long-lost breath lingered in his nostrils.

Ming Ran heard that he brought a man back from the deserted forest, so he went all the way to his bedroom with a dark face, and it really confirmed his conjecture, it was indeed the taboo of the little devil known to all resorts.

"You are not afraid that he will wake up and kill you."

Fu Nanqiao wiped the sweat from Luo Chen's forehead, and the tenderness between his brows was something Ming Ran had never seen before, "It's not bad to die in his hands."

Ming Ran's heart sank, as if something was covering his heart, his chest was suffocated, he couldn't get up and down, he left a sentence "I really don't know what's wrong with him" before turning around and walking out.

Fu Nanqiao smiled wryly, "He's just very good. I like him very much."

He scraped his senior brother's nose with his hand, and the joy that had been sinking in his heart for a long time surged up for a moment, his eyes fixed on the bright red and soft lips, and he kissed them in a mysterious way.

The warm touch aroused the undercurrent in his heart, and the feeling of being lost and found strongly filled his whole brain, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and they parted reluctantly.

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