The black moonlight brother dressed as the male protagonist

The next morning.

After a good night's sleep last night, Gan Ting woke up and rubbed his eyes, but he didn't find Fang Cun's figure beside him, and his heart tightened.

"Size?"

Gan Ting tentatively looked around, and there was no response in the empty and cold cave except his own echo. The secret passage was not good, so he immediately got up to look for someone, and before he could step out, a familiar figure walked into the cave.

Fang Cun's face is very comfortable, and a robe is still shaken in his hands, and he seems to be in a good mood.

Seeing that he was fine, Gan Ting breathed a sigh of relief, and then said with a slightly angry tone, "Where did you go?"

Fang Cun was stunned by the yelling. When he woke up this morning, he found that Gan Ting's clothes were wet from the melted snow, so he went outside to light a fire to help him dry. Seeing that Gan Ting was sleeping soundly, he didn't have the heart to wake him up. , Unexpectedly, the kitty started to be irritable again.

Fang Cun couldn't help teasing and sneered: "Why, you miss me now that I haven't seen you for a while?"

Gan Ting chuckled, "I'm afraid you will be frozen to death by this soul-forging environment."

"You can be stubborn." Fang Cun approached and handed him the clothes in his hand, "Neng, I've dried them for you, put them on."

Gan Ting took it angrily, turned his back to him angrily, and put on his robe to get dressed.

Seeing his awkward appearance, Fang Cun found it very interesting, and tiptoed over to wrap his arms around his waist, "Actually, this place is pretty good, just you and me, no one bothers you."

Gan Ting was slightly stunned, and after a while, he changed the subject in a calm and pleasant way: "You call it dry?"

"Let me see." Fang Cun smiled and reached out to take the tie on the clothes, and looked at it for a moment, "Maybe it hangs down on the ground again and got snow, it's just a tie, just wear it."

Gan Ting snatched the tie from Fang Cun's hand in disgust, and bowed his head sullenly away from Fang Cun.

Fang Cun felt that it was necessary to coax him, so he approached very courteously, "I'll help you wear it."

"No." Gan Ting took another step back.

Fang Cun didn't give up, and approached cheekily: "Come on, come on."

"pat-"

There was a sound of something falling to the ground at the entrance of the cave.

Fang Cun guarded Gan Ting behind him vigilantly, and looked up at the entrance of the cave.

There was an old man standing at the entrance of the cave, with a strange painting on his face and strange clothes. He stared dumbfounded at the disheveled Gan Ting, and immediately turned around and shouted, "I didn't see anything, I didn't see anything!" See."

"Scare me." Fang Cun quickly helped Gan Ting get dressed, "Who are you?"

The old man turned around slowly and heaved a sigh of relief after confirming that they were not in Qingqing me.

Seeing Fang Cun's confused face, the old man came over with a smile, "Long time no see, kid, don't you remember me? I hugged you when you were young."

Gan Ting sized him up indifferently, and said calmly, "Priest of the Shi family."

"This little friend is still smart! That's right, this old man is the priest of the Shi family." Priest Shi clapped his hands vigorously, admiring again and again, "After all the calculations, I have been trapped in this ghost place by your father for about 500 years. But it seems that it won't take long for the old man to go out."

Fang Cun has always believed in science. Although there are many things that science cannot explain, he firmly believes that this old magician is definitely a liar.

"It's bluffing and deceiving again. I turned the bottom of this cliff upside down yesterday. I haven't seen a single figure at all. It's been 500 years. Come on."

Priest Shi wiped the face of the ghost painting talisman, and said angrily: "I said why my snow piled up was trampled flat. It turned out that you, a little thief, trampled my snow."

"Nerves, 500 years have passed and the brain hasn't evolved yet." Fang Cun pulled Gan Ting, and said with disdain on his face, "Come on, Ah Ting, let's find an exit."

Fang Cun unceremoniously pushed the elderly priest away, not being polite to this 'old man' at all, just skipping him.

The priest of the Shi family persuaded from behind: "Give up, I dug out this cave, but none of them can lead to the outside. There is no way out of this place at all."

Fang Cun couldn't take it anymore, stopped and said, "I said you haven't evolved your brain yet, you still don't believe me, you can go where you came from, why do you have to find another way to find a way out on the left and right, I can't jump up?"

The old priest frowned, suddenly felt that what he said made sense, and began to doubt himself.

Fang Cun and Gan Ting were too lazy to stay with him and left the cave.

It was snowing heavily outside the cave, the land was covered with ice and snow, the white fog was thick, and a faint light flashed straight into the sky, reflecting the already clean soul-casting environment even brighter.

Gan Ting twirled his right hand to cast a spell, and said after a while: "There are ghost guards up there, but there are much fewer people than yesterday."

Fang Cun asked, "Can we beat it?"

Gan Ting put away the spiritual energy in his hands without any haste, "Of course, in fact, all those ghosts and messengers added up can beat them yesterday."

Fang Cun was startled, "Then why didn't you say it earlier."

Gan Ting thought about it for a while, and replied, "It's you who insist on jumping off, I can't stop you."

"..." Fang Cun twitched the corners of his mouth, thinking, this little kid is playing with me.

"What are you thinking, why don't you go?"

Fang Cun came back to his senses, and looked up, Gan Ting had already conjured up the Excalibur.

Just as Fang Cun took a step, the old priest's voice came from behind, "His Highness, wait a moment."

Fang Cun turned around and looked back, the old priest of the Shi family had an extra delicate wooden box in his hand, walking towards him step by step.

Fang Cun thought that the old magician wanted to bribe him, so he stopped him bluntly: "You have done so many immoral things over the years, stay here and reflect on yourself, don't try to go out."

"I don't want to go out." The priest of the Shi family shook his head, and opened the exquisite brocade box with the Chinese character "囍" carved in his hand. A brown flawless gemstone was lying there, protected by layers of silk and brocade.

"This old man counts the days, and it's time for Lord Ganlu Yuanjun's birthday. Please trouble Your Highness to send a congratulatory gift for this old man."

Fang Cun just looked down at the gem lightly, and walked straight to Gan Ting without giving the old priest a look.

The old priest grabbed Fang Cun's arm, and begged with a slight threat: "Your Highness may not help, but this old man has the snow soul that your father begged for, that is, the remnant soul of your biological mother, as long as you help me get rid of it." Send the congratulatory gift to Tiangong, and I will give you this remnant soul."

As soon as these words came out, Fang Cun's hands froze, and Gan Ting's whole body was filled with thunder and lightning.

The old priest could see that Gan Ting wanted to do something, but he said without panic, "If you can get it by doing it, why is the emperor locking me here for 500 years?"

Fang Cun was speechless, and was silent for a while.

Seeing his hesitation, the old priest sighed, let go of his hand, and then added embellishments: "I didn't expect you to be so ruthless. It seems that your Highness has too many mothers, so a biological mother who has never met will never be able to enter reincarnation. It's not a big deal to you."

"Snapped--"

Fang Cun suddenly closed the lid of the brocade box with one hand, the old priest was caught off guard and almost fell to the ground, Fang Cun raised his hand and grabbed the brocade box, turned around and left.

The old priest looked at the back of Fang Cunyuan, and said loudly, "Your Highness must help the old man deliver it, thank you in advance."

There was no more answer, and the snow fell on the shoulders of the old priest, staining it mottled.

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感谢在2021-09-0717:56:00~2021-09-0817:36:25期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Eat an orange and squeak 3;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!