The black moonlight brother dressed as the male protagonist

Holding a bowl of hot noodles in his hand, Fang Cun ran to Gan Ting's door very attentively, bent his fingers, and knocked on the exquisitely carved jade door.

"Boom boom boom-"

Fang Cun waited patiently for a while, but no one responded from the door, and the bowl in his hand was a bit hot, so he simply pushed the door open, "Ah Ting, I cooked noodles for you, you haven't eaten all day and you are hungry, come here quickly Try some."

Gan Ting raised his head when he heard the sound, and a group of monsters, big and small, gathered around the table and looked at Fang Cun with wide eyes, and the atmosphere froze for a moment.

Gan Ting looked embarrassed, looked at the table full of food, and said, "But I've already eaten."

The table was full of delicious food with sauce, and the little monsters lay down on the table and devoured it, for fear that someone would snatch it from them.

Fang Cun put down the face in his hand, looked around and asked, "Where did all this come from?"

"Return to Your Highness, the emperor ordered someone to send it just now." The little demon was still gnawing on the duck leg, and replied vaguely, "The emperor also said that you can't see Xiao Tianzun before the Hungry Ghost Festival, go out quickly."

When Fang Cun heard the word Dijun, the anger in his heart boiled instantly, "What right does he have to prevent me from meeting Ah Ting? Can the food in the underworld be eaten? Quickly move away and eat noodles."

Dozens of little monsters attacked them, gathered around the table, not allowing an inch to approach, "That's impossible, these things are much more nutritious than the bowl of pimple noodles in your hand."

Fang Cun seemed to have heard a joke, "Laugh, thank God if you don't burp after eating the food from the underworld, and it's still nutritious? Pooh."

The mob took a sip of the soup with a literati air in his hand, but laughed and said, "That's not for you, the emperor doesn't want to care about you at all now hahahaha."

Fang Cun was so angry that his hands shook, he pointed at them and complained: "You emperor is shameless, you want to rob me."

Seeing that he was angry, the mob smugly said, "It's your own incompetence."

Fang Cun removed the delicacies in front of Gan Ting, put the bowl of pimple soup on it, and shouted: "Call him out, I'll argue with that beast."

This verbal attack provoked public outrage, and the monsters and ghosts used it one after another, and it seemed that a fight was about to start, Gan Ting helplessly raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, feeling very headache.

"Little Tianzun."

Another little demon came in at the door, interrupted their beating, and said respectfully: "The emperor calls you to go fishing in Qianshui Lake."

Gan Ting didn't want to fight with them at first, but the invitation came in time, and he nodded, "Okay, I'll come right away."

"What kind of fish to catch, I think he just wants to catch you, don't go." Fang Cun stopped him sharply, as if he would commit suicide if Gan Ting dared to leave.

"Do you think everyone is as dishonest as you?" Gan Ting rolled his eyes at him, turned and left, not staying for a second.

"I'll go too! Wait for me!"

Fang Cun opened his legs, and the little monsters jumped on his legs and hung a bunch of them, like dog skin plasters, they couldn't shake them off. These monsters You Ming looked very light, and they were very heavy on his legs. Fang Cun gave up after a while.

Fang Cun gritted his teeth, "What are you guys trying to do?"

The little demon giggled and said: "We are saving His Highness. Qianshui Lake is like the fairyland in the heavens. Those who have strong spiritual power are not allowed to enter, otherwise they will lose their souls. Is Your Highness tired of life and rushing to die?"

Fang Cun flicked his legs and threatened, "If you don't let me go, you will all be roasted and burned."

"Don't let it go, hehe."

Fang Cun could see that he was trying hard to get rid of them with a ferocious face, but he still stayed where he was, motionless.

At this time, a little monster on the table stared at Fangcun's bowl of noodles, and played a good show with the little monster next to you, "Husband, I want to eat noodles too."

The little monster raised his hand and patted the little demon, and comforted him: "We don't bother to eat this, because if we eat too much, we will be lonely and widowed."

The mob was paralyzed on the mob's body, almost turning into water, with an ambiguous tone, "What my husband said makes sense, let's hurry up and get out of here."

"Yes, you can't be next to a bachelor, what should you do if you become a bachelor in the future hahahaha."

There was laughter one after another, the goblins yelled loudly, knocked spoons on the plate and jingled, danced and played music.

Dimensions: "..."

The words of this group of shameless monsters are full of teasing and wickedness. Their master must be a full-fledged prodigal son, who is very good at pleasing people. Our little Ting is so innocent and cute. up...

Fang Cun's expression became more and more ugly, when he thought of Gan Ting's life and death, he raised his head to the sky and screamed, "No way!"

Fang Cun rushed out with his own enthusiasm, wiped the weeds from his face, sneaked and hid beside Qianshui Lake, peeping at the every move of the two people in front of him.

Wu Ya took Gan Ting to fish on the shore of Qianshui Lake, and there was a willow tree pretending to be planted beside it, with willow branches hanging on the lake.

There were even three or two dragonflies splashing water on the surface of the lake, and the breeze was blowing slowly. They seemed to be in a certain suburb in the world.

Fang Cun hid in the grass and let out a sneer, "No matter how imaginative a person looks like a dog, it can't change the fact that this is the underworld."

The fishing rod in Gan Ting's hand trembled slightly. He held it and lifted it a little harder, but the fishing rod didn't move, and the things in the water were entangled and refused to let go.

"You are wrong, I will help you."

Wu Ya put down the fishing rod in his hand, slowly approached Gan Ting, and taught him by hand.

Wu Ya's broad hand slightly touched Gan Ting, Gan Ting was startled, quickly withdrew his hand, and let go of the fishing rod.

Wu Ya was amused by his reaction, "What's the matter, Yue'er is not here."

Fang Cun was lying in the grass, the veins on his hands were bulging, and he violently pulled the grass next to him to vent his baldness, cursing and swearing.

The little demon passing by was holding tea in his hand, and was slowly preparing to deliver it, not forgetting to gossip:

"Did you see the young man next to His Highness? That's Xiao Tianzun."

"Little Tianzun...is the son of the boss of today's world. He looks so good-looking, and my heart is moved."

"Don't think about it. I heard that the emperor wants to give him the position of emperor in order to please Xiao Tianzun. Let alone you, even that weak chicken of His Highness probably has no chance."

"Emperor?!"

Fang Cun suddenly stood up from the ground, patted the weeds on his body, and stopped him angrily, "Brother Wu Ya, let him go!"

Wu Ya remained calm and composed as usual, let go of the fishing rod, and was successfully dragged into the lake by the fish in the lake.

Fang Cun's expression was very displeased, he grabbed Gan Ting's wrist without saying a word, cast a gloomy glance at Wu Ya, and turned away.

The little demon was holding the tea, trembling a little, "Dijun, Your Highness seems to be very angry... so scary..."

Wu Ya seemed to think of something happy, with a smile on his face, he was in a good mood, and he imagined a fishing rod again, and continued to fish leisurely.

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Did any little angel vote for the nutrient solution yesterday, and forgot to check the one-click thank you, sorry, sorry, please tell the stupid author in the comment area, I will make up the little red envelope TAT