The black moonlight brother dressed as the male protagonist

"squeak--"

The door of the room opened slowly, as if someone had walked in, Gan Ting hid the book under the cushion guiltily.

Fang Cun brought large and small bowls of dishes and put them on the table, all of which were prepared according to Gan Ting's needs. It took Fang Cun a lot of time to cook each dish carefully. Seeing Gan Ting feeling restless, he asked curiously: "What are you hiding?"

Gan Ting covered his mouth and coughed lightly, "It's nothing."

Fang Cun didn't care, and handed the chopsticks in front of him, Gan Ting dodged and took it, embarrassed, buried his head and ate it.

"Is it tasty."

Faced with Fang Cun's questioning, Gan Ting couldn't answer for a long time, his mouth was more than chewing, and when he thought of the spring in every sentence in the book, he blushed instantly.

Fang Cun was a little worried, and naturally raised his hand to stroke Gan Ting's forehead, quite concerned, "What's wrong? Have a fever?"

Gan Ting patted his hand off, and said calmly, "It's okay."

Fang Cun stood there in a daze, and it took him a long time to react. He laughed and said, "I'm sure I'm good at cooking. I'll do it in the future and you'll be responsible for the food. Don't go to the kitchen if you have nothing to do."

Gan Ting looked up at the darkness outside the window, and abruptly changed the topic, "Is it already dark outside?"

"What have you been doing all afternoon, such a waste of sleep and food?" Fang Cun joked, squinting his eyes, before Gan Ting could find a suitable excuse, Fang Cun grabbed his wrist, "Don't talk about that, I was in that stream just now I saw a big loquat tree, let's go secretly to pick some loquats?"

Gan Ting thought for a while, "There seems to be something in the food box between Qian Jian."

"Then how can I pick something delicious by myself, let's go."

I don't know where Fang Cun's interest came from, and he dragged Gan Ting to avoid the patrolling servants of the prefect's mansion all the way. Fortunately, the patrolling servants next to him knew that these two were distinguished guests, so they didn't stop them. They raised their heads and looked elsewhere to release water. Fang Cun slipped away, but Fang Cun was still complacent and thought he was smart.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, the weak moonlight shines on the gurgling stream, the evening wind blows the leaves, everything is shrouded in starlight, quiet and peaceful.

Looking at the loquat trees in front of him, Gan Ting fell into deep thought, "This kind of behavior seems to be called stealing."

"How can it be? I came here here just for the sake of fame." Fang Cun urged with a straight face, "Quick, quick."

Although Gan Ting really didn't want to get along with Fang Cun, he knew in his heart that this fool would never stop if he didn't eat loquat today.

“…”

Young master Gan remained motionless.

Fang Cun watched the show like an old man, "Yo, old? Can't dance anymore?"

Gan Ting looked down at his hand, his face became more and more serious, and suddenly turned his head to look at Fang Cun. Fang Cun was startled by his serious expression, and was pulled by Gan Ting before he even took a step back. Without any explanation, he pushed his hand away and examined it carefully.

Fang Cun never forgets to talk poorly, "Be gentle, I don't disagree."

Gan Ting shook off his hand angrily, "It seems that we have even changed our bodies."

"what?"

Fang Cun is a little unconvinced, after all, it is easy to change faces without anyone noticing, but changing bodies without knowing it is simply a fantasy.

"With such weak spiritual power, there is no other person in this world except you." Gan Ting's words came true, with reason and evidence, "Just pulling a little fairy who has just ascended is more useful and beautiful than you."

It’s not too sleepy to talk about this area. I have something to say now, “I can reluctantly agree with the first half, but you are completely wrong in the second sentence. Don’t talk about the heavens. Who looks better than me in the six worlds?”

Gan Ting gave him a blank look, but I have to say that Fang Cun's face is indeed uncanny, with a high nose bridge and deep eyes. As for the shortcomings, the mouth is a bit cheap.

Smug with the male lead's spiritual power for nothing, he thought that this male lead experience card should not be wasted, cleared his throat and pointed to the loquat on the high place, and said, "Why don't I pick it?"

Action is not as good as heartbeat, Fang Cun remembered the self-defense techniques that Xiao Pixiu taught him, put his fingers together, recited the spell in his heart, and his body began to wobble and hang in the air.

"Little Ting'er! I actually flew up!"

Fang Cun's habit of yelling loudly when he is happy has not changed, but he seems to have forgotten that they are thieves now, Gan Ting reminded: "Be quiet, don't be discovered by others."

"There are thieves! Over there!"

Sure enough, the servants who were afraid of coming, the servants holding the torches, these servants of the outer courtyard didn't know them, and they were about to rush over fiercely one by one.

"Ah!" Fang Cun was anxious, his feet were unsteady and he fell into the mud, rubbed his painful buttocks, and immediately grabbed Gan Ting's wrist and ran forward desperately, "Run!"

"Chase!"

"stop!"

Gan Ting was dragged leisurely by him, "Why are you running? Didn't you just have a clear conscience?"

"Wouldn't it be embarrassing if you were caught?"

Fang Cun spread his legs and ran desperately, looked around, and finally found a small forest where he should be able to hide. It was rather dark, and he couldn't see what was inside, but he could clearly see every move of people outside when he squatted inside. , even if he was overtaken, he could run away quickly again, Fang Cun dragged Gan Ting into it wretchedly.

After settling down, he was still afraid of those people chasing him, so he poked his head out to check furtively, but was dragged back by Gan Ting as soon as he poked out a little, almost falling into his arms.

"you!"

Faced with a face he was so familiar with, Fang Cun actually heard his heartbeat beating. Perhaps it was because Gan Ting's eyes were as bright as the stars in the sky, and no matter who's face he was on, he looked extraordinarily outstanding. Unforgettable.

"Go and look for it over there." The servants held torches one by one, and the leader commanded: "You guys, follow me!"

"Yes!"

"It's dangerous." Fang Cun heaved a sigh of relief, and sat on the ground with his back against a small tree, mysteriously took out a bag of loquats from his bosom and handed it to Gan Ting, "Try it."

Gan Ting didn't seem to want to accept the booty, so he chose to ignore it. Fang Cun pretended to be angry and said, "This is the result of our joint efforts. If you don't eat it, you won't give me face."

Gan Ting said casually, "If I eat it, wouldn't I be your accomplice?"

"Forget me to treat you to eat." Fang Cun peeled the loquat and handed it over. After thinking for a while, Gan Ting finally compromised and took it, and ate the golden loquat.

"Do you know what the meaning of loquat is?" Fang Cun leaned close to Gan Ting's ear, and teased in a low voice, "A harmonious husband and wife, more children, more blessings."

The warm breath brushed against his ears, and Gan Ting's ears were instantly congested. He threw the remaining loquat in his hand vigorously. After throwing it away, he was puzzled and wanted to spit it out. his mouth.

"I want to vomit after eating my loquat, no way."

Gan Ting's body is now so useless that even if Fang Cun covered his mouth, he has no power to fight back. He struggled a bit uselessly, but the effect was not so great. He could only give Fang Cun a warning look, but Fang Cun was heartless. Looking back, he was all smiles.

The two sides were at a stalemate, and no one would give in to the other. Finally, Gan Ting was helpless. He gritted his teeth and ate the loquat into pieces. His teeth rattled, and Fang Cun let him go with satisfaction.

Gan Ting wiped his mouth in disgust, and glanced at Fang Cun, "I think you don't want to see the sun tomorrow."

Fang Cun moved his ears, put his index finger to his mouth, "Hush, listen."

"Woo... woo woo..."

In the dark small jungle, there were whimpering sounds coming from a distance, and it looked particularly creepy in this night. Fang Cun bent over and said furtively: "Is there someone? Let's go and have a look."

The path was deep and narrow, and because of the shade of trees, the moonlight could not shine in, and it was so gloomy that it was difficult to see the path ahead.

"Woo!...."

There was another terrifying scream, Fang Cun was frightened and curious in his heart, he couldn't help speeding up his feet, the leaves were rustling by the evening wind, and the terrifying cry became more and more clear.

Until he passed through the grove, he thought he would see the moonlight, but what he faced was a stench. Gan Ting held his breath and covered his mouth and nose, but the scene in front of him was even more suffocating and nauseating.

"Ah Ting..." Fang Cun was a little timid, and took a step back to hide behind him.

The white cloth was hung on a tall tree, and there was a person hanging on it. His white clothes were in tatters and blood was flowing, his mouth was slightly opened, and he murmured a cry for help.

"Ugh..."

Fang Cun shrank back again, "Ah Ting, should we save him..."

"call out--!"

The crimson blood on the man's body burst out in an instant, and one eyeball popped out intact, and the bloody eyeball rolled down to Fang Cun's feet. The man giggled, raised his hand and pulled the messy bird's nest-like hair in front of his face, and another One eyeball drooped on his face, looking at them with an evil smile

"!!!" Fangcun gasped.

As the saying goes, when a catastrophe is imminent, they fly separately, Fang Cun leaves Gan Ting behind, closes his eyes and runs back as fast as he can, howling, "Haunting...haunting!"

The servants noticed the movement, and quickly rushed over to block him, not letting him go, "Don't run away, little thief!"

Fang Cun squeezed forward, pointing at the back with horror on his face, "There...there is a ghost there!"

The servant's face darkened in an instant, and he scolded: "You little thief, don't lie, the eunuch is righteous, how could the eunuch's mansion be haunted?"

"It's not a ghost, it's a dead person. I saw his eyes fall out and he was still smiling at me. I really don't lie to you." Fang Cun screamed, dancing and dancing for them to restore the horror incident just now.

But the servants just looked at him like a fool. Gan Ting just happened to be walking slowly, and Fang Cun pulled him over to ask him to testify, "You ask him, and he saw it too. It must be a ghost."

The servant whispered, and after discussing for a while, said: "Take them back first."

"No, brothers, I don't want to pass by there." Seeing that the group of people wanted to push him away, Fang Cun instigated Gan Ting, "Ah Ting, let's run away."

Gan Ting said casually, "Don't be afraid, it's a living person."

The size was in chaos, with a terrified expression on his face, "A living person? Which living person do you see whose eyeballs pop out of their sockets?"

The servants probably wanted to push them to wait in front of the steward, and that road was the only way to go to the main hall, and it was bound to pass the big tree and the living dead man again. Si clung to the house slave who was pressing on him and prepared to rush over.

"Why are you guys again? Are you annoying? Walking around, I'm almost running out of duck blood."

Fang Cun was dazed, and slowly opened his eyes.

The man hanging from the tree was holding a bag of blood and a dusty eyeball in his hands, his face was very dissatisfied with whitewash, and he slid down from the tree by pulling the rope while cursing.

The servants loosened Fang Cun and Gan Ting one after another, and saluted respectfully, "Master."

Fang Cun narrowed his eyes and sized up the scruffy man covered in blood in front of him, and said, "Master?"