It's really hard to be a scumbag

Even after turning into a human, the white wolf still retains its animal nature, kissing and licking Jiang Jiang, wagging its tail.

Jiang Jiang didn't want outsiders to watch the excitement, so he shut the used up mistress into the small black room, then patted the white wolf on the head, and said, "Let go of me first."

The white wolf is quite obedient, even though he is reluctant to part with him, he obediently lets go.

He is quite handsome in human form, and his figure is also very good. If he is not too magnanimous like a pervert, he has the demeanor of a stern knight with a knife on his horse.

Jiang Jiang's eyes were sharp, and he simply took the spare clothes from the storage bag, and taught the white wolf to put them on.

Bai Lang didn't seem to like wearing clothes very much, but Jiang Jiang was the one who put them on for him, so he frowned to hold back his irritability, and put on the clothes honestly.

Seeing his cooperation, Jiang Jiang was very satisfied, rubbed his fluffy ears, and said with relief: "You are so obedient, I unilaterally announce that you will be our sect's mountain beast from now on."

White Wolf: "Oh?"

After bringing the little white wolf back to the dilapidated sect, Jiang Jiang introduced him to Xi Lan.

Xi Lan was also puzzled after hearing this: "Shenshan beast?"

Jiang Jiang nodded, returned the unsystematic token to Xi Lan, and said at the same time: "You have nowhere to go, and you don't know who the real culprit is after your sister, so you might as well focus on your career first. Here With the protection of natural mist, ordinary people are hard to find, so how about we use this place as a basis to open up sects and train disciples?"

The more Xi Lan listened, the brighter her eyes became, and she finally said happily, "Very good!"

She was happy for a long time, then remembered something and hurriedly said: "I saw the strength of Xianmen is weak for the first time, and this Bai, Mr. Bai is your spirit beast. The whole sect relies on you for support. If you say who is the most suitable suzerain , that must be you."

Jiang Jiang didn't expect this. Hearing her reminder, he thought about it and said happily: "Okay, then I am the suzerain of this little desolate sect now. If you are bullied by someone, just tell me, and I will definitely help you." You call back."

Xi Lan snorted: "Thank you suzerain, it's just that you just said... Xiaohuangzong? Is this the name you gave the sect?"

"That's right." Jiang Jiang walked around the Zongmen with his head up, looking for a suitable place to hang a plaque, and said happily: "How about my name? Is it suitable? Small and deserted Zongmen door, don’t you have to call Xiao Huangzong to stick to your face.”

Xi Lan was injured internally.

She wanted to persuade Jiang Jiang to choose a more majestic and ethereal name, but when she saw Jiang Jiangxiao's crooked eyebrows, she couldn't help but shut up, leaving only one thought in her mind-the child likes it!Just call it this!

The compromising Xi Lan stepped forward to help Jiang Jiang choose a position, picking and choosing, and they turned to the gate.

"The plaques of ordinary people are placed at the gate, right?" Jiang Jiang stretched out his paws and gestured: "The space above is not small, and it should be able to be hung."

Xi Lan said seriously: "Then let's put it at the door, people who come to apprentice can see it at a glance, so they won't go wrong."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Jiang Jiang Xiaoji and nodded her head, and suddenly said: "Wait suzerain, where did we get the plaque?"

Jiang Jiang patted his chest and said bluntly, "Not now, but I will have it when I abduct him back."

Xi Lan: "?"

While it was still early, Jiang Jiang pushed the white wolf into the room to rest, turned around to say hello to Xi Lan, and went out to find other fragments.

He was looking for this time with a purpose, so he quickly settled on the location. Yukong traveled three thousand miles, and the sun had not yet set when he arrived at Kongchan City.

The city is bustling with people coming and going.

Jiang Jiang looked down at them from the sky, and could easily see their essence.

Without stopping any longer, Jiang Jiang continued to fly forward following the location of the debris until he reached the flower building in the city.

The thirteenth floor of Hualou was supposed to be a place to have fun, but at this time it was quiet and there was no sound.

Jiang Jiang was puzzled, walked up to the ground, and knocked on the door tentatively.

No one responded.

Jiang Jiang circled the flower building and clearly felt that Feng Shaoguang was inside.

He simply opened the door and went in directly to see what the other party was doing.

The first floor was very deserted, the gorgeous curtains fluttered in the wind, the flower terrace was empty, and even the tables and chairs under the stage were stained with dust.

The same is true on the second floor, every room is extremely silent, as cold as coffins.

Jiang Jiang went straight to the fifth floor. When he was about to go to the sixth floor without feeling a trace of vitality, he suddenly heard a sound coming from the room on the fifth floor.

It is the laughter of children.

This voice suddenly sounded in the dead flower building, which really startled Jiang Jiang. He held down his little heart and probed suspiciously with his spiritual sense.

The spiritual consciousness entered the room smoothly, and also displayed the picture in the room in Jiang Jiang's mind.

Different from other empty rooms, this one on the fifth floor has traces of human presence everywhere, whether it is the clean tables and chairs or the carefully crafted small hand-cranked bells, all of which have the mellow luster of years of caress.

And the puppet who was sitting on the small table eating alone was still wearing small clothes that fit well. Judging from the newness and cleanliness of the clothes, it was obvious that someone often changed them for him.

Jiang Jiang vaguely guessed something, and entered the room with peace of mind.

As soon as he entered, the clumsy eating puppet turned his head to look over, his black pupils froze on Jiang Jiang's face for a moment, and then he shouted joyfully, "Mother!"

The puppet looks young, with a very delicate face, very similar to Feng Shaoguang, only the upturned eyes are somewhat similar to Jiang Jiang.

Seeing the puppet put down his eating spoon and leaping towards him with joy, Jiang Jiang immediately pressed his head and asked tentatively, "Feng Shaoguang? Can you hear me?"

"Daddy can't hear you." The puppet said by himself, "Daddy is out."

Jiang Jiang believed the little puppet's words for the time being, and asked, "What's your name?"

The puppet grinned, "My name is Feng Jiang."

It took Jiang Jiang a bit of effort to understand which Fengjiang's Jiang is. After figuring it out, Jiang Jiang immediately exploded: "What the hell is this name?!"

Feng Qiao was disappointed and said: "Father said that Jiang is a grass, but I never saw my mother when I was born, and grew up like a weed, so I was named Feng Jiang."

Jiang Jiang: "..."

Oh.

It was he who misunderstood.

awkward.

Jiang Jiang coughed lightly in embarrassment, and comforted him: "From this point of view, Feng Jiang is also quite good, and it sounds better than Feng Yecao."

Feng Qiao shook her head, aggrieved and said: "It's not good, I want my mother to name me."

He looked at Jiang Jiang eagerly, and Jiang Jiang knocked on his head warningly: "Don't shout at people, I'm not your mother."

Feng Qiao pursed her lips, hugged her head and said pitifully: "You are obviously, you look exactly like the person in Daddy's drawing."

Jiang Jiang ignored him, took his small body aside, and began to observe the room.

The things in the room are very complete, the clothes and shoes in the cabinet are all small sets, and the workmanship is meticulous and meticulous.

Jiang Jiang looked interesting, looked at Feng Qiao and said, "Your father made this for you?"

Feng Qiao nodded obediently.

"I can't see it." Jiang Jiang closed the cabinet door and exclaimed: "He used to be careless, lazy and out of tune, and asked the puppet to do everything, but now he can sew clothes by himself?"

Feng Qiao probed and said: "Father can also draw, he has drawn a lot of mothers. Every time I finish painting, I have to change my head again, saying that it is more like mother."

Jiang Jiang: "...This sounds so strange."

Feng Qiao secretly glanced at Jiang Jiang, seeing Jiang Jiang's strange face, thought Jiang Jiang had heard it, and said happily: "Father also made a lot of things for mother, not only clothes and shoes, but also big kites, big wooden horses, big beds .He put all these in the room on the thirteenth floor. He usually doesn’t allow me to go there. He only holds my head when I’m drunk and asks me to talk to the mother in the painting.”

Jiang Jiang: "...shut up, you."

Not only was he not moved, but he even wanted to hold high the banner of prosperity and prosperity.

It was inevitable that Feng Qiao would tell some more supernatural stories, but Jiang Jiang hurriedly stopped her and said, "Eat your meal quickly, I'll go first."

Tears quickly welled up in Feng Qiao's eyes, but he didn't cry, but choked up and said, "Mother, when, when will you come back to see me?"

Xiao Douding and Feng Shaoguang look too much alike, and Jiang Jiang's heart is inexplicably soft when he looks like he is about to cry or not.

Jiang Jiang hesitated for a while, and said helplessly, "I'll go to the thirteenth floor, and when your father comes back, he will take you along."

Feng Qiao burst into tears and laughed, happily sat down at the table and continued to eat, looking like a good baby.

It wasn't until Jiang Jiang left and his figure disappeared from the room that the smile on Feng Qiao's face suddenly froze, and he kept his eating posture motionless, like thousands of puppets outside the flower building.

The flower building was already quiet, and Jiang Jiang focused on the building, so he didn't pay attention to the movement outside.

He walked up the stairs and opened the door when he reached the thirteenth floor.

The scenery inside was not much different from what he remembered, except that there were lots of drawing papers hanging on the walls, and the people on the paintings were lifelike, as if they were about to walk out of the paintings.

Jiang Jiang looked at it for a while, and had to admit that Feng Shaoguang, a skilled puppet maker, was quite capable and good at drawing, especially the eyes of the people in the painting, which were black and glowing, as if they were real.

Jiang Jiang was engrossed in watching, and couldn't help raising his hand to touch the painting, when a voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Jiang Jiang."

It was just two simple words, but the man trembled, as if calling out with all his strength.

It seems to want a response, and it seems to be afraid of a response.

After Feng Shaoguang called Jiang Jiang's name in a low voice, he didn't wait for Jiang Jiang to turn around, and went straight forward to hold Jiang Jiang firmly in his arms.

Less than two seconds after the contact, Feng Shaoguang's body suddenly tensed up, as if he had been convulsed in extreme pain.

Jiang Jiang pursed her lips and tried to soften her voice: "Can you let me go first?"

Feng Shaoguang panted slightly in pain, and immediately squeezed out words from between his teeth, and said stubbornly: "I won't let you go, even if I die."

The breath of his words drifted into the air, turning into strands of bloody smell.

Jiang Jiang couldn't bear it, bit her lip and said, "I'm not leaving, I just want to separate from you. Your love will be cut off every inch, and if you get so close, I will really die from a broken heart."

Feng Shaoguang's mouth was already full of blood, his voice was slurred, he laughed and said: "Then let me die like this, after all, I will die in your arms, and my wish will be fulfilled."

Jiang Jiang sighed weakly, knowing that Feng Shaoguang was stubborn and would not listen to persuasion at this time.

He had no choice but to raise the Yuling Bamboo in his hand, pointed it at the back of Feng Shaoguang's defenseless head, and said quietly: "I wanted to talk to you a few more words, since you don't want to... Then get down on your knees."

The author has something to say: Feng Shaoguang: He came to me first!I am indeed the one he loves the most!

Jiang Jiang: How to make a plaque...Forget it, let's find a professional craftsman.

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Memory will come back!After Tiantiantian is over and then think of the past, the attackers will not be too immersed in despair and pain, and will only cherish it more like a lifetime~