My friends are all over the world

Lin Xin spent two days drawing various appearances of Fugui, and then set about making paper figurines.

He usually seems to be joking and out of tune, but he is very serious when he really wants to do something.

Drawing paper smeared with ink was thrown all over the floor. He thought it was troublesome, so he refused to sit in front of the desk, so he knelt on the ground.

He tied his hair high, rolled up his sleeves, tied up his hem, held a ruler in one hand, and a knife for paper cutting in the other, with an ink-stained pen in his mouth.

Gu Yuan looked at him in front of the door, and found that when he was serious, even his eyes were bright.

Lin Xin raised his eyes and saw him, just smiled at him, wiped his face, stained his face with ink, and then continued to work.

In order not to disturb, Gu Yuan didn't go forward, but just stood guard in front of the door, meditating and practicing.

Just like that, another two days passed.

That afternoon, Lin Xin locked himself in his room to make a paper doll, when footsteps sounded on the wooden ladder, Fu Gui came up with two small wine jars.

Originally, Lin Xin made paper figurines according to him, and from time to time he would call him over with a sound-transmitting talisman to compare and compare.

But this time he was carrying two small wine jars.

Gu Yuan, who was standing in front of Lin Xin's door, saw this and frowned.

Fugui lifted the wine jar, and the jar bumped against each other, making a crisp sound.

He said to Gu Yuan: "The paper figurine is finished, Lin Xianjun asked me to come over and have a look, and celebrate by the way."

Last time, Lin Xin told Gu Yuan that the misunderstanding caused by the intervention of outsiders could not be resolved even in eight volumes of scriptures.For him and himself, everyone else is an outsider.

Gu Yuan still remembered his words, so he nodded expressionlessly, rolled up his sleeves, turned and went downstairs.

He didn't show it on the surface, but he thought in his heart, Lin Xin really still has too many friends.

When Gu Yuan left, Lin Xin just opened the door and came out.

He saw Fugui first: "Here you come?" Then he poked his head outside: "Where's Gu Xianjun? Isn't he always outside?"

Fugui took a few steps forward and pushed him back into the room: "He just went down."

Lin Xin nodded slowly and let Fugui in.

He picked up a small palm-sized paper figurine from the table. The small paper figurine had square hands and feet, and even a square head. It was no different from the paper figurines that children cut out casually when playing with children.

Then Lin Xin made a trick and threw the paper figurine to the ground. The paper figurine lay down on the ground and slowly stood up, assuming the appearance of helping return.

The paper figurine stood next to the real Fugui, not only as if they were carved out of the same mold, but even Fugui's temperament of "everything doesn't matter, career is the most important" is exactly the same.

The little paper man raised his head, folded his hands, and said to Lin Dao, "Lin Xianjun, you look alike."

Lin Xin turned his head to look at Fugui, and asked, "It's pretty similar, right?"

Fugui glanced at the paper man up and down, and nodded: "It's very similar. I have found many immortals, and Lin Xianjun is the most similar one. It's enough to distinguish between the real and the fake."

Lin Xin waved at the paper figurine, and the paper figurine flew back to his hands.

He handed the paper figurine to Fugui: "Well, here it is."

After Fugui took the paper figurine, Lin Xin still stretched out his hand, clearly asking for something from him.

But he put the wine jar in Lin Xin's hand: "I didn't forget, let's have a drink, and I'll give you something, anyway, you're not in a hurry at this moment."

It was in the evening, the weather was better today, and the sky in the Demon Realm also had some brilliance.

The two of them sat side by side on the top of the tower, each holding a wine jar.

Lin Xin had to go to work later, so he didn't dare to drink too much, so he just took a few sips.

Fugui drank half of the altar, but he didn't feel drunk.

The sky in the distance was a dark red color, and under the nearby palace wall, there was a young gentleman who looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, who turned sideways and cast a glance at them.

Fugui pointed at the young man, and said to Lin Dao, "Look, that's that little bastard."

The little bastard is Fuheng.The exiled son of the former demon king.

Lin Xin followed the direction he pointed and took a closer look.

This little brat seemed to have met him face to face.

He quickly remembered that the first time he entered the Demon Palace, he was kidnapped by Su Huan to be the man.When we first arrived, this little gentleman broke in—according to the little maid, he was Mr. Balang from Suhuan.

Presumably he was separated from Qin Cang in Tianshan Mountain and had nowhere to go, so he had to pretend to be Su Huan's male favorite and stay here.

When we first met, the man looked at him strangely.

Now that he knew that he was Fuheng, Lin Xin wanted to understand.

The little maid who served before said that his name was Hu Heng.

His surname is Hu, probably because he was adopted by the former Demon King for a while.The former demon king was called Hu Li, so his pseudonym followed Hu's surname.

Heng means Heng.

Hu Heng is Fuheng.

He and Su Huan were plotting a rebellion, so he began to hear that Su Huan had brought someone back, and thought it was Su Huan who had brought him back some powerful old department, so he came to see him.

Later, seeing Lin Xin, he said hello and left.

As for how he knew Lin Xin, Qin Cang probably told him.

Fu Heng fled to Qin Cang for a while, and at that time Qin Cang still regarded Lin Xin as a fair-faced fairy, so he should always talk about him and speak ill of him.

It turned out to be the case.

That Fuheng only glanced at them, then turned away.

Lin Xin looked at Fugui and asked, "Do you regret it?"

Fugui shook his head: "There's nothing to regret. If it were his father, I might still regret it; what he said...he's always against me, it's very annoying."

Speak up.

Lin Xin suddenly felt that the paper figurine for him was done right, so right.

If it really came to the day of the confrontation between the two sides, it would be strange if Fu Heng didn't pick up the knife and hacked him to death just because of his words.

This person's words can sometimes piss people off, so it's no wonder that Fuheng ran away from home.

Having such a parent who finds you annoying all day long seems to dislike you very much, so you have to go too.

After a while, Lin Xin said casually, "Actually, this child is quite intelligent, and he is hiding here with Su Huan."

Fugui Youyou said: "He was just kicked out by the former demon king, and he has nowhere to go."

"why?"

"how could I know?"

Lin Xin changed the subject: "You used to be Zuo Protector, and Su Huan is also Zuo Protector now. It's quite a coincidence that Zuo Protector is against Zuo Protector."

"It's a coincidence."

After drinking all the wine in the altar, Fugui asked, "Can you also make paper dolls for the dead?"

Lin Xin thought, he probably wanted to make himself a paper figurine for the former Mozun.

He shook his head: "If I haven't seen it, it shouldn't work."

Fugui let out a foul breath: "Okay."

With a slip of his hand, the wine jug in his arms fell out, and after a while, it fell to the ground with a loud crash.

He said to himself: "In the past, the demon world was in chaos, fighting in all directions. I met him when I was young, from the simplest slaying of monsters, to unifying the demon world. Before he unified the six worlds, he died. After his death, The devil world has become a mess again."

Lin Xin suddenly understood why he was so focused on his career.

Fugui continued: "If I can't handle it well, let his son continue to do it."

In fact, he has done a good job, maybe he is a little tired, or maybe he wants to return these things to his son.

Lin Xin thought for a while and asked, "Is he a very heroic man?"

"No, he's not a human, he's a demon."

"Oh."

Fugui laughed: "He is indeed not a very heroic person, he is very romantic, otherwise he would not have made a troublesome son for me." Fugui turned to look at him, but said: "It looks a bit like you. "

Lin Xin waved his hand and declined, "No, no."

Fugui stood up slowly, Ye Feng covered his sleeves.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the bright lights under his feet: "This set...he said it was a lighting system, and he also designed it."

Lin Xin said, this is indeed a bit like himself.I think when he came back here for the first time, he also thought about getting a lighting system for the magic palace.

However, it's no wonder that the magic palace never lights up.

It turned out that Fugui was afraid of seeing things and thinking about others.

Lin Xin supported his head and said, "What a good friend."

Fugui still smiled, touched his sleeve, took out a token, and threw it to him: "You can leave your good friend alone."

Lin Xin responded and put away the token.

Fu Gui said again: "This token can go anywhere without hindrance. You go now, I will stay alone for a while."

Lin Xin instructed him a few more words before jumping off the roof.

The wind blew up Lin Xin's clothes, he tapped his toes, landed firmly on the ground, then looked around, picked a path, and walked forward.

Fugui folded his arms and watched Lin Xin go away.

Lin Xin took the token of Fugui and walked along a palace road.

It just so happened that at this moment, Su Huan, the Zuo protector, was passing behind him with a group of people.

Su Huan saw him in a blink of an eye, lowered his head, pinched his palms, and called out in a low voice, "Lin Xianjun."

Someone beside her guessed her thoughts, and took out a small porcelain bottle from her sleeve: "My lord, here I have..."

Su Huan raised her hand and slapped that person. With a crisp sound, she said, "Among the six realms, there are so many people who like Lin Xianjun. Have you ever seen anyone use such a nasty method?"

That person was wronged, so you just snatched him back last time.

There are indeed many people who like Lin Xin. When he went to heaven and entered the earth to compile the "Six Worlds of Beauties and Sub-Lists", many people liked him.

Maybe his heart of stone is too hard, or maybe he has seen too many beauties.Those beauties all became his good friends in the end.

There are not a few people who still like Lin Xin.But after he came back from the calamity, his heart of stone became harder and colder.

Su Huan told the people around him: "Follow me to see where Lin Xianjun has gone. Tonight, I will develop a relationship with Lin Xianjun."

The subordinates followed all the way and saw Lin Xin walk into another nine-story pagoda with the token.

There was no one else in the tower, and no lights were lit. Lin Xin held a lit talisman in his hand for lighting, and walked through the rows of wooden shelves, looking for what he wanted.

But at this time, on the roof of another nine-storied pagoda, the cold wind woke up Fugui's drunkenness, and he returned to the pagoda with Lin Xin's leftover half jar of wine.

Gu Yuan stood on the wooden ladder, glanced at him, saw him alone, and asked, "Where are the others?"

Fugui pointed casually: "Go out, I've probably reached the library tower by now."

The Book Collection Tower is another nine-storied pagoda that Lin Xin went to.

He had already climbed to the sixth floor, changed three talisman papers, held the firelight in his palm, and was still looking for what he wanted among the rows of wooden shelves.

When Gu Yuan arrived, he had already found what he wanted on the ninth floor.

He did not know where to find a small candle.

The candle was standing on one side, Lin Xin was kneeling on the ground, with a dozen or so scattered bamboo slips in front of him.

The candle was dimly lit, Lin Xin turned his back to Gu Yuan, and carefully examined the bamboo slips.

He is thin, kneeling on the ground, a small one.

With silent footsteps, Gu Yuan deliberately held back his breath and walked behind him.

Lin Xin was so intent on watching that he didn't notice it at all.

Gu Yuan stood behind him and looked down.

On the bamboo slips, there are some things about the fairy king's infatuation.

Gu Yuan was puzzled, and then realized that Lin Xin was for him.

The last time his eyes turned red-gold, Lin Xin still remembered it, and he helped Gui to be a paper doll for several days, and this was what he was paid for.In the demon world, one should be able to know more about the fairy king's infatuation, Lin Xin thought so.

It was probably a little cold, Lin Xin sniffed and wiped his face again.

Gu Yuan leaned over and approached him, wrapped his hands around his waist, and hugged him into his arms.

It was just that the color of his eyes changed for a while, so Lin Xin helped him find a book to read; last time he just got angry for no apparent reason, and Lin Xin coaxed him patiently.

Everyone else is outsiders.

For the first time, he was always taken to heart like this.

Through the fabric, his chest was pressed against his thin back.

Both eyes and heart were filled with Lin Xin, almost killing Gu Yuan.