Take a fairy back to the city

Chapter 11 Misty Illusion 9

In a small room in Mingding Building, Qin Sulan with long white hair was wrapped tightly in a cloak and sat in front of a screen. Fan Canghai was sitting on a chair opposite her, and Zang Yiyou was standing beside her.

The noise outside did not affect the atmosphere inside at all, Fan Canghai said: "It can be seen that you still have feelings for him."

Qin Sulan's forehead turned blue, she didn't know what Fan Canghai was thinking, so she didn't answer.

"If I'm right, you've been here for more than ten years, right?" Fan Canghai finally expressed his thoughts, obviously he came prepared.

Qin Mulan was taken aback, as if someone had told her a secret that had been hidden for many years, her breathing became short of breath.

Fan Canghai raised his voice: "What? Are you still unwilling to say? Who is he to you? What's his name?"

Qin Sulan collapsed all of a sudden, tears streaming down her red cloak, she choked up and said, "I deserve it, I deserve it... Please don't hurt him!"

"It was only after I came in that I realized that he... my son, he is actually the heir of the Duanmu family... Please don't hurt him. I deserve it. He shouldn't have imprisoned anyone else. He's not bad, he's out of his mind bad!"

Qin Sulan cried and begged Fan Canghai, as if she thought he could do something to the heir.Although she knew that people in the Misty Illusion could not do anything to people outside, but he is Fan Canghai, he might have supernatural powers, and he would pose a threat to the heir at that time, even if she herself was a victim, she didn't want to see that kind of situation.

Fan Canghai closed his eyes, thinking deeply.

Zang Yiyou, who was next to him, secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and his eyes were not so cruel when he looked at this woman.

After a while, Fan Canghai spoke: "Since you still have the awareness to be a mother, then don't stay in this kind of place."

"What can I do? The backlash turned me into a slut, nothing left but this desire, I have to sleep with many people every day, otherwise..."

Fan Canghai held a white pill in his palm, stretched it out in front of her, and said, "This medicine can relieve your pain. After taking it for 49 days, your physical desires will basically return to normal."

Qin Sulan didn't expect, never expected that things would turn around like this, "Why did you help me?"

"Because... I am Fan Canghai." Fan Canghai smiled.

Qin Sulan looked at this Great Immortal Master. He was dressed in a plain robe, exuding a faint light. She never dared to think about that thing called hope, but it is now in front of her eyes!

But her expression immediately dimmed again, and she said, "It's useless, I won't live long."

She exposed her hand from the cloak, her arm was festered, and she was very disgusted. She said: "This is AIDS, an incurable disease, and it can be contagious. Those who have fucked me have already been infected."

Although they don't know the term AIDS, the two men were frightened when they heard the words "incurable disease" and "infectious disease". No wonder she looks so disabled and keeps coughing!

Fan Canghai said: "Then you can't stay here anymore! Who has had sex with you, who are they?"

Qin Sulan smiled wryly, and said: "Mr. Fan is kind. It's really unfair that a good person like you can be trapped here. I deserve what I deserve, and I don't deserve what you can do."

Fan Canghai stood up and said, "Don't be discouraged, the contagion must be brought under control. If you still have a little conscience, tell me who is infected?"

"Before I came to the Dingding Building, I was sick. I was imprisoned by a monster for many years, and I was infected by him. Later, I escaped. The backlash made me unable to fill my desires, so I came to the Dingding Building desperately to pick up the guests. Countless, I don't even know their names. Humans can't understand their words."

"Are you sure you haven't slept with a human?"

Qin Sulan nodded, and said: "No, the shark-man bustard has been hiding me from humans to avoid trouble. He even specially introduced monsters who don't understand Chinese to me, and he did it well." She suddenly remembered something, Question: "How did Mr. Fan find me?"

Zang Yiyou also wanted to know, looking at Fan Canghai, but he didn't intend to answer this question, and said: "Then you take this medicine first, to suppress your backlash, and you have to get out of here and follow me." Walk."

"Mr. Fan is willing to take me in? Don't you think I'm an infectious patient? I'm still the heir's mother, don't you hate me?" Qin Sulan shed tears again.

"Don't worry, I will try my best to let you see a ray of sky."

It is not difficult for Fan Canghai to take away a prostitute named Xiaomei, and the madam himself has a handle in his hands. Besides, Xiaomei's income from receiving customers has fallen into the pocket of the madam, so she has no reason not to let him go.Fan Canghai got the list of all the prostitutes from her. Seeing the long list, he frowned deeply, and his bad feeling became stronger and stronger.

Ma Yan took Mo Xi into the carriage and went back to the ancient pagoda tree house. Before leaving, he clung to Fan Canghai and refused to leave, so he coaxed him away with some good words. Fan Canghai sighed deeply again as he watched them disappear into the night .

But he suddenly found himself sighing more and more recently, thinking that breath is the foundation of life, if one breathes, is it possible that I am really going to run out of gas and burn out?

The foggy and ethereal illusion seemed to be covered with a layer of darkness, the visibility was extremely low, sporadic ghost fires could be vaguely seen in the distance, the stars in the sky were scarce, and the direction was difficult to distinguish.After leaving the market, there is desolation everywhere, and unknown dangers lurk in the darkness.

Zang Yiyou, with disheveled hair, rattled over in a carriage, Qin Sulan was in the carriage, Fan Canghai jumped slightly, and sat beside him, and the two of them drove the carriage towards the distance.

Fan Canghai took out the wishful bag the size of a palm from his sleeve, untied the tether, a burst of light radiated out, and there was an extra jug of wine in his hand.

He uncorked it and took a sip, then handed it to Zang Yiyou, the temporary coachman, and the two of them just sipped each other, and they didn't feel lonely.

"How about it? Find something for you to do, don't spend all day getting drunk in the drunk building." Fan Canghai laughed.

He was well-dressed, neat and tidy, with long hair and white clothes fluttering in a fairy wind, making him look extraordinary and refined.And Zang Yiyou next to him seems to have always been so sloppy, with his black coarse cloth drooping casually, his unshaven beard and hair messed up like a chicken coop, although he can vaguely see a trace of the extraordinary temperament of the past, but compared to Fan Canghai, who is fluttering in white, he is still far behind Don't be two people!

It will make people wonder how such two different types of people can be equal, talking and laughing!

And from the words, it can be heard that the two people have known each other for a long time. What kind of encounter made them know each other?

Zang Yiyou said in a rough voice: "I still have to rely on you, the Great Immortal Master. If you have something to do, you can tell me." He spoke flatly, without any complaints, and Fan Canghai smiled and said nothing.

"I'm curious how you found her?" After a while, Zang Yiyou spoke.

Fan Canghai gave him an affirmative answer: "Secret."

"Her status is special enough..." He lowered his volume, probably because he was afraid that Qin Sulan inside would hear it.

Fan Canghai glanced at him, cast a spell on his hand, and the faint white light floated into the interior of the carriage, Qin Sulan quietly closed her eyes and fell asleep.

"The heir's mother, it's a pity that it has become like this now." Fan Canghai said, Mu Yunfeng's smiling face appeared in his mind, and his soft white hair made him look like a cutie.If he learns that his mother has become like this, he will definitely blame himself... He is exactly the same as Mo Xi, but his personality is completely different. Except for the occasional connection, they are actually two people.

"I suspect that you even know the heir. You obviously left prepared." Zang Yiyou said.

Fan Canghai said firmly, "I don't know."

Zang Yiyou looked at him sideways, thinking that he was lying and didn't type drafts.

"Would you believe me if I said that the heir came to Misty Illusion?"

Zang Yiyou let out a miserable laugh, as if hearing a big joke, Fan Canghai laughed too.

"The heir is here, and so is the heir's mother, and the family is about to be reunited! Is this the opportunity God gave me? He has imprisoned me for 1000 years, and finally let me see hope?"

"Fan Canghai, are you an idiot?"

"I'm really dreaming..." Fan Canghai had a sad look on his face, and his black eyes were bottomless.

Mu Yunfeng waited until midnight, and when he came back to the carriage, the only people who came down were Ma Yan and Mo Xi. He stood at the door to welcome him, but his eyes were searching for the figure of that person.

Ma Yan said, "Mr. Mu, why didn't you go to sleep? Are you waiting for us to come back?"

Mu Yunfeng scratched the back of his head and said with a smile, "No, I can't sleep..."

Mo Xi showed a strange look: "Is brother afraid alone? Then you come to sleep with Mo Xi, brother Cang Hai is not here tonight!"

"Where did he go?"

"He..." Mo Xi immediately said angrily: "He went to play by himself, and he didn't bring Mo Xi! Humph!"

"It's almost dawn, where are we going to play?"

Jai answered: "Mr. Mu, don't listen to his nonsense. You must have something to do when you go out. Don't think too much about it."

"Of course he has something to do, he doesn't even want to take me with that stinky beggar!"

After Mo Xi finished speaking, he took Mu Yunfeng's hand and entered the room, saying, "Let's sleep together tonight!" He leaned on Mu Yunfeng so familiarly, and the latter was still a little unaccustomed, even though he was Incarnation of one's own soul...

"Hehe, he is actually afraid of the dark, Mr. Mu, if you are not used to it..." Jae explained.

"No, it's okay, I'll sleep with Mo Xi." Mu Yunfeng pretended to be a big brother.

Ma Yan smiled heartily: "Alright, then I don't have to guard him anymore! He just likes being with you boys."

This woman with a panda face who is less than one meter tall but very strong gives people a sense of neatness and competence. She keeps the tree house in order and takes good care of the two men. Mu Yunfeng can feel the inexplicable maternal love Well, Fan Canghai and Mo Xi are blessed to have her take care of them!

The two of them entered Fan Canghai's room. All the rooms here are simple and elegant, and there is not much difference.Under the large window pane is a two-meter-wide rug, with a dark red bed frame carved on three sides, blue and blue embroidered sheets and pillows, and a silk quilt of the same color.There is a table next to the bed, with pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and a candlestick.A freehand landscape painting hangs on the wall.Behind the gauzy curtains is the living room with a log table and chairs.

The natural light outside the window illuminates the large panes, making the house very quiet and comfortable.

I don't know if it's because of the same root, but Mo Xi didn't reject Mu Yunfeng in any way, he just tucked into his arms like that, looking happy, Mu Yunfeng hugged him hesitantly, thinking about this posture It's a little hard to sleep...

"Moxi, does your elder brother Canghai hug you to sleep like this every day?" Mu Yunfeng couldn't help asking.

Mo Xi yawned, and replied, "Mmm..."

"Mo Xi has grown up, don't you want to bravely sleep in the same bed alone?"

"Do not want to."

Don't want to or don't dare?Mu Yunfeng thought there was a difference, so he wanted to ask, but Mo Xi said, "Brother likes..."

Is it because my brother likes it?Mu Yunfeng felt a little flustered in his heart.

"Mo Xi is my brother's little padded jacket. My brother is cold, so I will keep him warm."

Indeed, Mo Xi, like himself, is a small heater, and it must be very comfortable to hold in winter.Mu Yunfeng seemed to understand that it was a good idea to keep the body warm and the heart warm.

"Is brother always this cold?"

Mu Yunfeng was still asking, but there was a soft snoring sound in his arms, and Mo Xi had already fallen asleep.He couldn't help but kissed the forehead of his soul, and continued to hug himself.

Today is a cloudy day, dense clouds cover the sun, and there is still a little mist in the morning, which is very cool.The ancient locust tree house stands between the sky and the earth, as if it is a ladder connecting the sky and the earth.

When Fan Canghai came back, he saw two identical young men lying on the bed, and he was a little surprised for a moment. They looked like a pair of twins, bent like a pair of small shrimps, lying face to face, and they were symmetrical. Can't tell who is who.

He couldn't help laughing...

All the windows were wide open, and there was a cool breeze. Mu Yunfeng volunteered to help Ma Yan share the housework. After all, he lives and eats here for nothing, so he must contribute some effort!Moreover, he was originally from a rural area and his family was not well off. He took on most of the housework at a very young age, including cooking, cleaning and washing clothes.In his bones, he has a bit of a bitch's sense of accepting his fate, unlike the children of rich families who will take the initiative to put themselves on the side of labor.

He saw that he was busy and wanted to help, and he could handle it by himself, otherwise how would he have survived for so many years?But seeing Mu Yunfeng's enthusiasm, he was assigned the task of wiping the floor.

So Mu Yunfeng wiped the floor with his bare feet while looking at someone's back in the corridor.

The clouds were a little gray, as if some birds were circling in the sky.Fan Canghai looked at the sky, lowered his head and pinched his fingers to calculate, and frowned.

Sometimes Mu Yunfeng couldn't help but stop and stare blankly. He really wanted to run over to chat with him, but he was busy with housework.So he ran to him to wipe the floor.

As if carelessly said: "Fan Canghai, where did you go last night? Was it fun?"

When Fan Canghai heard the sound, he turned his head and saw him holding a wet towel in his hand, barefoot, with his ass upright, looking very energetic.It's just that the shirt was blown by the wind, revealing a little waist curve.

Seeing that he was silent, Mu Yunfeng stopped and looked at him.

"Fun." Fan Canghai replied.

"What's a good way to play? Why don't you share with me?" Mu Yunfeng unconsciously wiped the window pane, absent-minded, all his attention was on the Great Immortal Master.

Fan Canghai didn't seem to hear it, and he didn't know what he was thinking.Suddenly, his scalp hurt and his hair was pulled.

"The hair is so long and smells so good... What shampoo do you use?" Mu Yunfeng stretched his neck and sniffed his long hair, then pulled the white hairband. That long hairpin is so elegant!It's like pulling the long hair of the girl in the front seat while reading, and I think it's very fun.

"I don't need shampoo. There is a kind of fruit near the hot spring here. When I wash my hair, I rub it on it, which can remove dirt and leave a natural fragrance."

"No wonder, there is no chemical smell! It's amazing, take me to wash it someday."

"Okay."

A very harmonious scene appeared in Mu Yunfeng's mind, his face flushed, wondering if he was too dirty.It happened that Fan Canghai, who was looking sideways, caught him, and he hurriedly lowered his head to wipe the floor.

Then he kept mopping the floor, and continued mopping the floor... There was no chance to tease him.

Near noon, there were noisy voices under the tree, and some people shouted excitedly.Mu Yunfeng smelled a strong smell of alcohol and felt familiar.He immediately ran out to look curiously, only to see Ma Yan running into the house as if flying away and disappearing.

There is a group of short, chubby pocket people below, each of them is less than one meter tall, and according to Mu Yunfeng's eyesight, they all look male.He has a round body with thick hands and feet, green hair on the top of his head, round eyes, a small mouth, no nose, a large wine barrel on his head, a white apron on his chest, and various small parts hanging around his waist. They are all quite strong.The one in the lead was dressed more elegantly, with leather clothes, gold and silver, and shiny black leather boots.

The team of more than twenty people smelled so strong of alcohol that Mu Yunfeng pinched his nose.He asked Fan Canghai next to him, "Who is this?"

Fan Canghai also looked blank, but he saw ten large barrels of wine!

The group unloaded the wine barrels neatly, lined up one by one, and then bowed together to Fan Canghai above. The pocket man at the head said, "I have seen Mr. Fan."

Fan Canghai asked amusedly, "Mr. Jiu, what are you doing...?"

The pocket man called Mr. Wine sang loudly: "Today is a good day, the wind is sunny, peaceful and happy! I am here to marry the beautiful Miss Ma Yan, please Mr. Fan to witness this beautiful moment for us! Ten barrels of wine as As a meeting ceremony, I will give you another [-] barrels after you get married as a token of your love!" After he finished speaking, he bowed again, but he seemed to be ill, and coughed a few times on the spot.

When the two people on the tree heard it, they looked at each other in blank dismay, still confused.

Mu Yunfeng exclaimed: "You are going to get married?!"

Fan Canghai asked: "If you say marry, you will marry? Have you asked her herself?"

Mr. Jiu seemed to be waiting for this sentence, bowed his head and said, "You have already agreed."

Mu Yunfeng hugged the pillar, and said, "Ji Yan is gone, who will cook for us?" He remembered that he had seen her rushing into the house just now, could it be that she couldn't wait to pack the dowry?

Fan Canghai was still a little confused, and asked, "Why didn't I know she agreed?"

Mr. Jiu was even more unhurried, and replied: "Just last night, she hit me on the head with three beautiful throws, which means that she agreed to my courtship. This is the unique way of our tribe to propose marriage. Mr. Fan should know."

Fan Canghai suddenly realized and said, "Oh...she hit you three times, which means she agreed to the proposal, right?"