There seems to be something wrong with the fairy world

A few people found the father and son in a short while. The elder and the younger were packing up the odds and ends that had been saved in the refugee area. As soon as the little frog saw Qing Lan, he jumped up and jumped up. Qing Lan caught the little boy , with a faint smile on his face.

"Don't make trouble, come down!" The man reprimanded the little boy.

With Qing Lan as his backer, the little boy made a face at his father.

"Nothing." Qing Lan hugged the thin boy: "Let's go."

The patrol guard looked enviously at a pair of downcast father and son getting on the luxurious private aircraft outside, and couldn't help but secretly took a photo.

"Look who still says I haven't seen Qing Lan." The patrolman triumphantly sent the photo of Qing Lan hugging the little boy and leading the skinny man into the luxury aircraft to Xingwang.

Resources are scarce in the refugee area, and even clean water is extremely precious. The father and son haven't bathed for a long time, and the air in the aircraft is a bit touching.

Qing Lan hugged the little boy and casually picked up a dust-cleaning gun, and the man sat with Qing Lan somewhat uncomfortable, with his arms and legs bound.

"You send the evidence to me, and I will pass it on to Desting for you." Qing Lan turned her head slightly and saw the unusually restrained man.

"Desting..., oh, Mr. Chief!" The man was a little embarrassed: "I only remember the identity of Mr. Chief, but I forgot his real name."

The little cute frog asked in confusion: "Little brother, why do you call him Desting when everyone else calls him the chief?"

Children have many problems, Qiao Jiaoran knows it.But it is talent that hits the point so quickly.

"Because the relationship is relatively close." Qinglan replied patiently: "It's like you call my little brother, and people who don't know me call me by my name."

"I understand." The little cute frog smiled: "I have a close relationship with my little brother!"

Xiaoguawa's father was a little nervous and passed the evidence he collected so hard to Qing Lan. After receiving it, Qing Lan browsed through it and sent the information to Desting.

Not long after clicking "Send", Qinglan's optical brain lit up, a video call from Desting.

Qing Lan paused and accepted the call.

Desting's face appeared in the light curtain, and the little cute frog let out a "wow" and looked at the chief lord in the light curtain in surprise.

"Qingqing, what is this?" Desting immediately restrained his expression when he saw an outsider.

"It's someone who helped me before." Qinglan responded indifferently: "I just sent you the information, did you see it?"

"I see." Desting responded obediently: "I will take care of it."

Qinglan looked at the background where Desting was, who seemed to be lying on a bed.

"Where are you?" Qing Lan asked with concern.

"Preparing to replace the parts that have already been made." Desting said with a slight grievance in his tone: "It will be dismantled again."

Qing Lan's eyes were gentle, and she comforted: "Don't be afraid, I will go to you after I finish dealing with the matter here."

"Yeah." Desting smiled, happy like a child.

The voice of the two talking was very clear in the aircraft. Qiao Jiaoran tried his best not to let his disappointment show. Grandpa Qiao stroked his beard and glanced at his grandson with a guilty conscience.

"Why did the chief brother get demolished?" the little cute frog asked Qing Lan curiously.

"Because he is a bio-robot." Qinglan replied to the little frog: "Their dismantling is just like our surgery."

"Ah!" The little cute frog looked at Desting in the video sympathetically: "I wish Brother Chief a speedy recovery."

Desting couldn't help showing a smile: "Which family's child is this?"

Qing Lan turned her light brain to the man: "It's from his family."

"Your Excellency." The man greeted Desting politely and cautiously.

"I seem to know you." Desting kept a professional smile: "At the Ensky Competition, you were the one who hid Qinglan's ID very cleverly."

"Thank you chief." The man was a little excited, being praised by the chief was something that he never even dared to think about before.

"After restoring citizenship, are you interested in finding a job in D.?" Desting smiled and offered an olive branch.

"Ah!" The man's excited face was a little red: "I will definitely work hard, thank you Chief!"

Qinglan moved the light brain back to her side, and an intelligent robot opposite appeared in the video, and greeted Qinglan politely: "Ma'am, good afternoon."

"Master Chief's operation is about to begin, why don't you stop for a while and have a good conversation when you go back at night?" The intelligent robot shook the tools in its hands.

That side of Desting glared at the robot, and this side of Qing Lan smiled slightly: "Desting, cut off the video, we'll talk about it when we go back, okay?"

Desting reluctantly bid farewell to Qinglan, and when the call ended, Qinglan put down her brain and found that the little frog was looking at her with burning eyes.

Qinglan didn't know why, and felt a little embarrassed.

"The chief brother and the younger brother have a good relationship! Just like father and mother back then." When the little cute frog talked about his mother, he seemed a little sad: "But mother left and never came back."

Qing Lan couldn't help being taken aback.

"It would be great if my mother wasn't sick. I hate being sick. I will become a doctor in the future and drive away all the diseases!" The little frog clenched his fists and was full of fighting spirit.

"What a good boy." Mr. Qiao couldn't help sighing.

During the conversation, the aircraft had arrived at Xuanmen. Mr. Qiao took the father and son to wash, changed into Taoist robes of Xuanmen, and bought food for them himself.

The little cute frog looked at the dishes, and his stomach growled.

"Hurry up and eat." The more Mr. Qiao looked at the little frog, the more he liked it.

"No, Dad said, I have to let the elders eat first before I can eat." The little frog handed the chopsticks in his hand to Mr. Qiao.

Grandpa Qiao sighed, and put the chopsticks back into the hands of the little frog: "Grandpa has eaten it, and this is for you and your father."

"Has the little brother eaten yet?" The little frog looked at Qinglan.

Qinglan nodded, and patted the top of the little frog's head.

The father and son were also hungry for a long time, and a few dishes were eaten in a short while, and Mr. Qiao hurriedly ordered a few more dishes.

Qinglan looked at the time, it was already late, after bidding farewell to everyone, she hurriedly left Xuanmen and went to the land of freedom.

The little frog looked at Qing Lan's disappearing figure, and couldn't help stopping his chopsticks. Mr. Qiao couldn't help but wiped the oil from the little mouth of the little frog, and asked in a kind tone, "What are you looking at?"

"The eyes of my little brother are like the eyes of my mother when she was sick." The little boy said nothing, looking at old man Qiao innocently and worriedly: "Is my little brother also sick?"

Mr. Qiao stopped his hands and tried his best to smile: "The master of the sect will not be sick, he just went out to play for a while."

As soon as Qinglan returned to the land of freedom, the intelligent robot took Qinglan upstairs mysteriously. In Desting's bedroom, the light was ambiguous and dim, a big bed was sprinkled with rose petals, and the air was filled with the scent of essential oil candles.

There was Desting's figure in the bathroom, Qinglan took off her coat, looked at the reflection of a dozen paws dancing happily in the bathroom, and couldn't help sighing.

"Qingqing~" Desting came out of the bathroom with only a bath towel around his lower body, "I've washed for nothing!"

"I'll go too." Qinglan stepped into the bathroom, and Desting threw herself on the bed with a smile, threw rose petals into the air, and rolled happily on the big bed. She didn't have the self-consciousness of being the chief at all, and it was completely different from the image she had established to the outside world.

Qing Lan came out of the bathroom, and saw Desting lying sideways on the bed, propping his head on one hand, blinking at himself a few times, throwing the towel in his waist, with a look of "I'm ready".

Qing Lan involuntarily touched her red earlobe, and slowly walked towards the big bed under Desting's hungry eyes.

***

The next day, the two of them almost missed the time of the live interview. Qing Lan wore a dress with a stand-up collar to cover the hickey on her neck.

"It's a great honor for us to invite the two of you today." The reporter greeted the two with a smile, and after a few pleasantries, they quickly got to the point.

"About the widespread rumors on Xingwang that the chief is using you, what does Mr. Qinglan think?"

"I think they think it's complicated." Qing Lan looked at Desting, who was sitting upright beside her, "There is love between me and Desting, and we both fell in love. In the communication between people, there is always something to do." Helping each other, let alone two close lovers, Desting has helped me a lot without asking for anything in return. If I can help him, I will do my best."

"Can you talk about your love history? Many people on Xingwang are very curious."

"Let me do this." Desting looked at Qinglan gently: "I may have known Qingqing much earlier than everyone knew, and as for why and how, I don't need to say it clearly."

"In my previous life, even when I was in restless adolescence, I never dated anyone. I once thought that I didn't have the instinct to fall in love, and I didn't have the function of heartbeat. I even communicated with my father about this." Desting Talk about this with a slight smile.

"My father said it was because I haven't met anyone who makes my heart beat. Now it seems that the old man's wisdom is still correct." Desting and Qinglan looked at each other, eyes full of sweetness: "Now I believe that There is someone who will come all the way because of me, and I will also fall into the vortex of love and cannot extricate myself."

Qinglan and Desting looked at each other, and the reporters on one side couldn't help but start to blush.

"The relationship between the two is really enviable." The reporter coughed, allowing the two to react.

"Mr. Qinglan's total points are now ranked first, and the chief is temporarily second. Regarding the position of chief, have you two made a decision?"

Qinglan smiled: "No matter which one of us becomes the chief, the other will assist."

"It's a fairly harmonious choice." The reporter changed the topic: "About the political ideals of the two and their strategies after taking office, most of them are consistent, except for one point."

The reporter emphasized his tone: "Regarding the "Special Racial Protection Law", the chief lord's opinion is to continue to implement it and strengthen it, but Mr. Qing Lan wants to abolish it. What do you think?"

Desting frowned slightly: "Although the human race has now practiced profound arts, their strength has improved, but this speed is relatively slow, and the competition among interstellar races is extremely fierce, and a little carelessness will bring a huge threat. I advocate continuing to implement it." The "Special Race Protection Law" is to give special races more time to develop."

Desting looked at Qinglan: "Qingqing thinks, is my point of view correct?"

Qing Lan shook her head firmly: "I disagree. Human beings are lazy. If they are kept under the eaves, they will be greedy for comfort, and their cultivation will slow down. My sect once had the opportunity to completely eliminate the threat. , but he didn’t, instead he left some threatening factors to motivate his disciples, born in sorrow, and died in peace, I don’t want the human race to indulge in a moment of peace, but in exchange for a greater crisis.”

Desting didn't expect Qing Lan to refute himself so absolutely and so firmly, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Qinglan also realized that her tone was a bit fierce, and explained: "I just want to remind you."

"No." Desting frowned: "Qingqing, you don't understand interstellar."

"No." Qing Lan looked at Desting seriously, "It's because you don't understand human beings."