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The room lit with nine bronze lamps was a little dark, and the curtain of the bed was lowered at some point, vaguely reflecting two overlapping figures.

Mingming squatted on the censer emitting green smoke, roasting his slender feet melancholy, and Heidou kept aiming at the bed.

Too bad nothing can be seen.

Meng Mingchao tasted the taste he had been coveting for a long time, his cold blood boiled, and it was so hot that he felt himself alive again. He wiped his lips with his fingers, and the previous unhappiness disappeared, and his voice became softer and more seductive: "Brother, I am someone you trust, right?"

Fang Shiyi frowned, his lips moved slightly in his sleep, but he remained silent.

Meng Mingchao was full of patience—the other party picked up things, and he had infinite patience. He gently rubbed his chin with the back of his finger, kissed his moist lips again and again, and asked, "Why are you sad?"

Thinking of Fang Shiyi's pause when he mentioned Beitian Palace before, he had a vague guess in his heart.

Meng Mingchao asked Fang Shiyi all the things that Fang Shiyi kept in his heart. He was unwilling to answer, and was tempted again. He couldn't sleep soundly. His brows became more and more tightly frowned, and his thick eyelashes trembled, as if he would wake up in the next second.

Seeing this, Meng Mingchao paused, gently smoothed his frowning brows, couldn't bear to ask any more, and comforted him softly: "I won't ask any more... Supplements, go to sleep."

The familiar name spit out from between the lips and teeth, it was incredibly soft.

It seems that as long as he can call this name, he will feel unparalleled pleasure.

Hearing his name, Fang Shiyi was silent for a while, then suddenly murmured: "...Master."

Meng Ming moved to his heart, lowered his eyes, and pressed it to his ear, breathing hotly: "What's wrong, Master?"

Fang Shiyi's eyelashes were wet.

The eyelashes on his fair face became darker and darker. He was full of fear and worry, and his voice was forced out of his throat: "Poison."

People who look heartless and seem not to worry about anything often hide their worries in the bottom of their hearts, accumulate them, and accumulate deeper and deeper. Over the years, they know whether they are warm or cold.

Fang Suyi is like this.

The one who was poisoned was the master he admired the most in his life, who was as close as his biological father and who raised him.

"Has Master been poisoned?" Meng Mingchao held one of his hands and pressed a kiss on the back of his hand, "I will help you."

Fang Shiyi muttered a few more names, Meng Mingchao lay down, hugged him in his arms, and listened quietly.Those were all unfamiliar names, with a few "old beggars" mixed in... probably the kind-hearted people he had met when he was wandering the streets and alleys.

He remembers it all.

Meng Mingchao felt an inexplicable soreness in his heart, as if he had seen Fang Suyi's homeless days with his own eyes, and felt the same, so he felt more pity.

"Brother," he whispered to him, "call me by my name."

Fang Shiyi held back for a while, then murmured: "Xiao Mingchao... son."

Meng Mingchao: "..."

With a sullen face, Meng Ming pinched his chin and kissed him hard again, hugging him tightly.

Ming Ming trembled and couldn't help laughing.

Fang Shiyi's alcoholic drink was horribly rotten, but fortunately, the wine tasted good, and he wasn't drunk.

Dazed out of an old dream, Fang Shiyi opened his eyes, and Meng Mingchao's face was close at hand, his breathing was shallow, and his eyebrows were the same.

"..." Fang Shiyi stepped back, full of lawsuits.

Why is Xiao Mingchao on my bed?

He thought, am I such a beast that I hug people back when I'm drunk and put them on the bed to sleep in my arms?

After thinking about it, I realized that I was the one being hugged.

Mingming poked his head into the curtain of the bed, chirping and chirping.

Fang Shiyi gently pushed away Meng Mingchao's arms around his waist, rubbed his head, reached out to take the bird, and asked drowsily, "What time is it?"

The time-telling bird was about to chirp, but there was a rustle behind him, a hand was put on his shoulder, and the familiar scent of medicine enveloped him, Meng Mingchao's voice was slightly hoarse: "Sishi."

"Woke you up?" Fang Shili straightened his clothes, wondering, "Brother Chen is too stingy, just give me a guest room."

Meng Mingchao nodded with a suppressed smile, and echoed him: "Too stingy."

His eyes fell on Fang Shiyi's earlobe, which was as round as jade, thin and red when he just woke up, very beautiful.

Meng Mingchao couldn't hold back, stretched out his hand and squeezed gently.

Fang Shiyi just woke up, he was still lazy, didn't respond, he raised his eyebrows after being pinched a few times, and opened his hand: "Push your nose and face, move your hands and feet, it's not big or small."

Meng Ming, who had already done something that was too big or small, bent his eyes, leaned over and hugged his waist, and rested his chin on his shoulder: "Brother, are you going to go shopping in the market today?"

"Okay," Fang Shiyi was rich and generous, "Brother, I will buy it for you."

Shanhaimen distributes spiritual stones to formal disciples every month. Except for occasional use when setting up formations, they are really useless in Lanyueju, which is full of spiritual energy. Fang Shaoxia, a boy from a poor family, can be regarded as a rich man.

Of course he couldn't compare to rich people like Xiao Minghe and Qi Chu.

Fang Suiyi was stingy, and he was stingy when using spirit stones when setting up the formation. He used the last ones, and then refilled the spirit gathering formation with spiritual energy.

But if he uses it for the younger brother or someone else, he is generous.

Before leaving the White Jade Tower, the leading fairy from yesterday reappeared and handed Fang Shili a jade token: "When Fang Shaoxia wants to come back, he only needs to activate the jade token with spiritual power."

Fang Shiyi rubbed the pattern engraved on the jade tablet, and there was still the breath of space formation on it. It was similar to the teleportation talisman, but compared with the extravagant teleportation talisman, this one can be used repeatedly, but the teleportation distance is shorter some.

He smiled and cupped his hands: "Thank you."

Meng Mingchao was not happy to see Fang Shiyi smiling at others, pursed his lips, and tugged at Fang Shiyi's sleeve: "Brother, let's go."

Bai Yujing's streets and buildings are famous in Zhongzhou. It is said that as long as you can afford it, you can buy anything.

Fang Shiyi fumbled in his shy pockets, not having such lofty ambitions, and led his junior brother out of the Baiyu Tower.

Meng Mingchao didn't want anything, he just enjoyed the time alone with Fang Shiyi.

Most of the stalls on the ground were casual cultivators, and there were all sorts of strange things on them, including elixir, ancient books, stumps of the demon body, fragments of magic weapons, elixir... all in a mess, and there were even some who sold story books.

Fang Shiyi looked at it from afar, and saw that the scriptures read:

"The latest issue - Fang Suyi and Witch Anecdotes"

Fang Suyi: "..."

Meng Ming showed a gentle smile, pulled Fang Shiyi to pass by, and flicked his other hand under his sleeve.

The pile of storybooks on the stall suddenly jumped onto a ball of golden flames and burst into flames.The sloppy Taoist who set up the stall jumped three feet high, threw his clothes and water on it, and survived.

Seeing this, the monks around who were about to buy the book booed regretfully.

Fang Shiyi glanced back in surprise, overjoyed: "Hey, justice descended from heaven."

Meng Mingchao patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "They will all be burned."

Fang Shiyi thought to himself, it would be even better if one day the damn tabloid on cultivating immortals was also burned.

Seeing the pile of chat books burned with his own eyes, Fang Shiyi was in a better mood, and wanted to buy everything for Meng Mingchao.

Meng Mingchao quickly pressed his restless hand.

I went around and didn't buy anything, because I didn't lack anything.

Fang Shiyi has a lot of experience in arranging formations, drawing talismans and refining alchemy. Although he is not good at refining weapons, he can show his skills, and most casual practitioners can't use them.

Wandering around to the attic, Fang Shiyi saw a Duobao Pavilion nearby, thinking of the incomplete magic lock formation, his heart moved slightly.

Before he set fire to the temple, he made a copy of the runes on the incomplete magic-locking array, but it was too simple and esoteric, and he couldn't figure it out, and he didn't know if there were similar runes in Duobao Pavilion.

The Duobao Pavilion is quite lively, there are many monks on the first floor, fish and dragons mixed together.

Fang Suyi scanned the objects on display on the first floor one by one, but didn't find what he wanted, so he went straight to the second floor.The second and third floors are connected together, it is a little cleaner, and there are a lot of children from the aristocratic families with the same costumes.

Meng Mingchao scanned around, lacking in interest.

To go upstairs to the fourth floor, you have to show something worthy of going upstairs. Fang Shiyi was about to go upstairs when Meng Mingchao suddenly let out a snort.

"What's wrong?" Fang Shiyi paused.

Meng Mingchao stood in front of the booth displaying the limbs of the monster race - many big monsters are covered with treasures, which are used to make alchemy and weapons, which are comparable to the treasures of heaven and earth. The sin of being too greedy.

The book says that it is a crime to conceive a jade, which is an argument that the winner is superior.

Fang Shiyi doesn't like it very much. He never uses the monster clan's things when making alchemy and refining tools. It always feels like throwing a living creature into the furnace.

So along the way, his eyes never stayed on it.

Meng Mingchao pursed his lips, his eyes fell on a black scale, and he was slightly absent-minded.

It was an incomplete scale, as smooth as jade, without lines, and it was hard to tell what kind of monster it was from, maybe it was a snake, maybe it was something else, it looked like it was a long time ago, and the monster was so weak that it could almost smell not come out.

There are rays of light projected over, and they are all absorbed by it, as if there is a small world inside.

He felt... familiar.

Fang Shiyi took a look, raised his hand to call the waiter, and pointed to the scales: "Wrap it."

Meng Mingchao suddenly came back to his senses, and quickly shook his head: "Brother, no need..."

"Buy it if you want it."

Meng Mingchao still wanted to refuse, but he moved the tip of his ear and looked towards the stairs when he heard the familiar "meow".

Fang Shiyi also heard it, and turned around to look.

From the first floor came a girl in red, with rich facial features, with a delicate and savage air, but not annoying.

The big hairy dumpling was lying in her arms, and its nine tails were wagging more happily than the other.

Mingming squatted on top of Fang Shiyi's head: "...Chirp?"

Big Cat Tuanzi seemed to have sensed something, turned his head, opened his eyes, broke free from the girl's arms and ran over: "Meow!"

Meng Mingchao: "..."

Fang Suyi: "..."

It's over, it's over, it's over.