The black moonlight brother dressed as the male protagonist

Before Fang Cun was puzzled, he jumped a few times with the carp in his hand, then quickly broke free and jumped back into the water again.

Seeing that the success fell short, Fang Cun said angrily: "Ah Ting, why are you scaring me? Now the fish has run away, and the dinner is gone."

The splashes in the water are instantly bright, and the red shimmer hangs in the air, and the illusion slowly becomes real, until the carp that jumps back into the water slowly shows the appearance of a half-man, half-fish boy, and the scales on the red tail reflect the stream water The water was sparkling, and a head of red hair spread softly on the water.

Little Carp nodded slightly, his voice trembling slightly, "Greetings to Xiao Tianzun."

Gan Ting pulled Fang Cun, who was still dazed in the water, back to his side, and asked, "Are you a demon?"

The little carp was frightened by his cold questioning, and lowered his head, "Xiao Tianzun misunderstood, I am here...to repay Mr. Shen...Banlao for saving my life."

Fang Cun came back to his senses and sized up the little carp, "Repay the favor?"

"After Shen... Banlao blindly saved me, I have lived...in this creek for nearly 20 years." After explaining, Xiao Liyu quickly added, "Little Tianzun, I have always been honest and responsible, and I have never Hurts people, really."

Fang Cun was a little puzzled, "But you've stayed in this creek for 20 years, and the half-old man doesn't even know that you're repaying his favor, why don't you just go to him?"

The little carp lowered its head and whispered: "I...I'm just a monster, if I scare Mr. Shen, it's my fault."

Although this carp is a demon, it doesn't look like a fourteen or fifteen year old child in the world, and it looks very cute, with a pure and innocent face.

This inevitably made Fang Cun feel affectionate, and joked with a smile: "Where is it scary, you monsters are all good-looking."

The little carp has lived alone in the creek for more than twenty years. Wherever he heard such praise, his ears turned red in an instant, and he lowered his head and said, "Your...Young master is also good-looking."

Gan Ting sneered from the side.

The little carp understood something in an instant, patted the blush on his face, and asked, "Will you two go back to the hut later?"

Gan Ting replied indifferently: "Return."

"Can I ask Xiao Tianzun to bring me something for Mr. Shen?"

The little carp did not pass it to the 'good-looking son', but directly presented a rolled-up painting scroll with both hands, and handed it to Gan Ting.

Seeing that the little carp was so understanding of the world, Gan Ting didn't care as much as he did, and took it, "Okay."

The little carp instantly beamed with joy and opened his eyebrows with a smile, "Thank you little Tianzun."

The child was so happy that he turned around, wagged his tail, jumped into the creek, and happily swam away.

Fang Cun didn't know why he felt good when he looked at this little carp, and he felt that he was his child, so he watched him go away.

Fang Cun didn't realize the seriousness of the matter, so he turned his head and looked at the scroll curiously, and asked, "Is this a painting?"

As he said that, Fang Cun stretched out his pig's trotters to take a look, but Gan Ting unceremoniously knocked off his hand, not letting him touch it, and strode away, "Wait for the old man to open it himself."

Fang Cun hurried to catch up, still reminiscing about the little carp just now, "But I really didn't expect that this half-blind man could have anything to do with a demon."

Gan Ting's eyes were piercing, "It seems that you also want to have something to do with the demon?"

Fine, he's jealous again.

Fang Cun looked up at the sky and decided to tease him, "Do you want me to tell the truth?"

"Say." There are many warnings mixed in the word 'said'.

Fang Cun chuckled, and then yelled loudly, "I want to! I'm very superficial, I just like little fairies! How seductive!"

The veins in Gan Ting's hand holding the painting suddenly popped up, and the knuckles creaked.

One second before Gan Ting went mad, Fang Cun approached his ear, "But who can touch my heart more than you, little fairy."

The warm breath wrapped around Gan Ting's ears, and when he was too close, the refreshing smell of the fresh stream water on Fang Cun's body enveloped him.

Gan Ting couldn't bear it anymore and closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "I'll give you three counts."

"three."

Fang Cun jumped in front of Gan Ting, feeling very sorry for the beating, "What will happen if I don't run away?"

"two."

"A little bit."

"one."

"Bang!" With a loud noise, a small stone next to the square inch exploded, and countless broken stones burst out, flying wildly in the air.

Fang Cun ran around with his head in his arms, not forgetting his mouth, "Ah! I killed my husband!"

"Square! Inch!"

Gan Ting cast a spell to call up the dead branches scattered on the ground, and each branch rose up instantly, floating in the air, ready to go like an arrow on a string.

"Whoosh-!"

The branches whizzed past, precisely avoiding Fang Cun.

This can make Fangcun proud, "I can't hit it, I can't hit it."

"oops!"

Before he was proud for a second, there was a slamming sound, and Fang Cun tripped over a stone and fell heavily to the ground with his face on the ground.

Gan Ting put away the remaining mana in his hands, passed by without his own business, glanced at the square inch, and dropped two words, "Trash."

Fang Cun was in a hurry, lay on the ground and raised his hand to call for help, "Don't go, don't go, little Ting'er, help me."

Gan Ting glanced at him indifferently, and it seemed that the fall was not heavy, at most he may have twisted his foot and scratched the skin a bit, but Fang Cun still hugged his foot like an uncle Pengci and yelled.

Gan Ting patted his head with a headache, and reluctantly helped him up.

Fang Cun staggered a few times, grabbed onto Gan Ting's arm, and started talking nonstop again, "Ting'er, can you carry me on your back?"

"flutter--"

Gan Ting let go quickly, and Fang Cun fell to the ground again.

In desperation, Fang Cun had no choice but to give in, wailing, "It's okay to support, it's okay to support."

Now Gan Ting really wanted to put Fang Cun in the woods, and it would be better if a wild beast would eat him, but just thinking about it, he still dragged the old Xunzi from the ground and walked slowly with his arms.

Fang Cun walked with a limp, his speed getting slower and slower, looking left and right, he looked like an idle young man who came for an outing.

Fang Cun noticed Gan Ting, who was a little shorter than him, and said with a smile, "A Ting, I'll make you some bone soup tomorrow. Children need good nutrition to grow taller."

Gan Ting clicked his tongue. Although he was very angry, his temper has been tempered by Fang Cun after these days.

But Fang Cun got worse, raised his hand to touch the top of Gan Ting's head, and rubbed it lightly, "Are you angry? Don't be angry, I'm just kidding you."

Gan Ting tried his best to calm himself down, and said, "Believe it or not, I threw you into the bird droppings?"

Fang Cun knew that he really did it, and quickly pointed to a mushroom growing by the side of the road, "Can you pick this mushroom, and eat this at night."

Gan Ting glanced at the mushroom, "There's only one, and it's poisonous."

Fang Cun thought for a while, "Then how about I pick it up as a specimen and keep it as a souvenir?"

Gan Ting said unhappily, "No matter what you do, you like to keep souvenirs."

"I'm afraid that if I leave one day, you will forget me." Although Fang Cun said parting words, he still smiled, revealing a small canine tooth, as gentle and bright as the warm summer sun.