Mr. Fu is always too annoying

Fu Tong's knife came so suddenly that the person in front of him couldn't avoid it, and he was stabbed for life.

"laugh--"

Thick black smoke came out from the place cut by the knife. Fu Tong raised his eyes lightly. The next second, he saw Fu Qianyuan stepping back and turning into a black monster in front of his eyes.

Not six desires.

Covered in black mist, the branches and leaves were tangled around, as if he had three heads and six arms in an instant, his eyes were half green and half red, and he looked straight at Fu Tong.

Fu Tong turned the knife casually: "Ghost wooden box?"

The monster laughed dumbly, did not speak, and the branches and leaves around him shook heavily. Almost at the same time, the black box inside was reopened, and more than a dozen Liuyu crawled out of it, and rushed towards Fu Tong with a ferocious face.

But after only appearing for less than half a minute, he became the ashes of Fu Tong's knife.

The monster in front of him was still laughing: "As expected of Ya Zi."

Fu Tong was too lazy to talk to it, and with a slight movement of his fingers, the black knife was hooked back, and when he broke through the air again, the direction was not towards the monster in front of him, but the pitch-black ghost wooden box on the coffee table.

The monster was startled, and it lost its calmness before. With red eyes, it wanted to go around Fu Tong, but Fu Tong didn't stop him, and smiled lazily at the monster, and when it was only half a meter away from the coffee table, gently He snapped his fingers.

"Boom—"

After a loud noise, a very obvious knife mark appeared on the ghost wooden box. The monster screamed, unable to support it, and directly half-kneeled beside the coffee table. His face was completely revealed.

From the outside, he was only 28 or [-] years old, wearing modern half-sleeved shorts, half kneeling there, panting in embarrassment.

Fu Tong walked over slowly, hooked his fingers slightly, and the knife that had been pierced into the box returned to his hand.

Holding the knife, he said in a calm voice, "I really didn't expect you to be so weak."

A hoarse laugh came from the monster's throat: "Of course I can't compare to you. You can be so cruel to your old lover."

Fu Tong lifted the knife expressionlessly.

Raising the knife in his hand, the monster let out a muffled snort, unable to hold on any longer, and knelt down at Fu Tong's feet.

Fu Tong pressed the tip of his knife against the wooden box: "Are you still talking?"

There was a bit of fear in the monster's eyes. The ghost wooden box was its body. When it was in the box, no sharp blade could hurt it at all, but once it got out of it, with the knife in Fu Tong's hand, five or six blows would be enough. Let it go out of your mind.

It lowered its head and stopped talking.

Fu Tong glanced at it lightly: "If you are so weak, you dare to provoke me, so tell me."

The monster waited for half a minute without hearing anything else, and couldn't help but ask, "What did you say?"

Fu Tong laughed, and opened his mouth like Fan Xiu asked Huang Lang before.

"Name."

"Canghuai."

"age."

"……do not know."

"gender."

"... can do it."

"Nation."

"Long Xun Mountain."

Fu Tong paused, and rubbed his fingers lightly on the surface of the box a few times: "Who carved those lines on your body?"

Cang Huai was silent for a few seconds: "I don't know."

Fu Tong held the knife and pressed down slowly.

Cang Huai panicked: "I really don't know about this, and I am also very wronged. I was originally a locust tree on Longxun Mountain, and I have never done anything bad. Who knew that when I woke up, I became a box for no reason. There are still such ugly monsters... I don’t like that pattern, it’s not pretty.”

Fu Tong raised his eyes: "What do you mean it's not good-looking?"

Only then did Cang Huai see the lines on Fu Tong's knife, and he choked up: "...those monsters are not good-looking."

"It's as if you're not a monster." Fu Tong looked at him, "You did all those things in Longdu recently?"

"No, no, this has nothing to do with me." Cang Huai had a strong desire to survive, and hurriedly shook his head when he heard this, "Those monsters didn't come from me, they were just raised here by someone who doesn't know..."

"Does that mean you're innocent?"

"exactly."

Fu Tong sneered: "Then Fu Qianyuan is outside, saying that I can do anything to my old lover even if I am cruel, and someone else did it for you?"

Cang Huai: "..."

Cang Huai regretted it.

He shrank back a bit: "...I didn't do it on purpose, I know you used to live on Longxun Mountain, and I came to look for you just to let you take me back, but those monsters are raised here, and they are eyeing you. I can't control it, and I'm controlled by them."

Fu Tong didn't believe it: "Is this what you are good for?"

Cang Huai was in a hurry: "What I said is true! I am a decent spirit, not one of those unconscious monsters. Isn't it strange to have desires in my heart? Besides, who doesn't know that you and the spirit come out of Longxun Mountain? Who is Fu Qianyuan, anyone with a little bit of brains won't provoke you, okay? We are fellow villagers anyway, can we have some basic trust?"

Fu Tong lifted the knife and patted the side of the box.

Cang Huai immediately panicked: "No, I mean——"

The following words stopped suddenly in the middle of the sentence, replaced by heavy breathing. Fu Tong turned his head to look over, and found that Cang Huai's eyes had become that half-red and half-green color again, and his expression gradually became ferocious. Shaking constantly.

Fu Tong lowered his eyes, and stabbed the crack on the surface of the box with the tip of the knife.

Cang Huai woke up from the pain, stunned: "I..."

Fu Tong interrupted him: "Needless to say, how many six desires do you have?"

Cang Huai counted and said honestly: "I don't know the number."

Just a headache.

Fu Tong frowned, and after a moment of contemplation, he raised his head and said, "So, aren't you awake now? Go back first and let me control those things. I will take you to the Monster Bureau tomorrow morning, and after clearing out the contents... "

Cang Huai looked at him expectantly.

Fu Tong raised his eyes: "After Qing comes out, you go back to Longxun Mountain by yourself, no one will see you off."

Cang Huai: "...All right."

He wiped his face: "Then I'll go in first, you can just call me if you need something, don't worry, there is a crack in the box, you can hurt me at any time, I can't do it unless I come out."

Fu Tong hummed, and tapped the box a few times with the handle of the knife. Cang Huai understood, closed his eyes and pressed on the center of his eyebrows, and quickly disappeared in place.

All around fell silent.

Fu Tong closed his eyes wearily, and sat there for ten minutes, when suddenly he heard the doorbell ring again.

Holding the knife, he went to the entrance and slowly opened the door. It turned out to be Fu Qianyuan again, as if he had just rushed back from the outside, wet from head to toe.

Seeing Fu Tong, he moved his throat a few times: "Cub——"

As soon as he uttered a word, Fu Tong pursed his lips, and swung the knife in Fu Qianyuan's face directly.

When it was halfway down, it stopped.

The tip of the knife was in front of Fu Qianyuan's eyes, Fu Tong raised his eyes, and said calmly, "What are you doing here?"

Fu Qianyuan's gaze didn't give a single point to the knife in front of him, and he looked at Fu Tong without blinking: "I miss you."

"I don't want you." Fu Tong withdrew his knife, and before he could close the door, Fu Qianyuan over there sensed his intention and raised his hand against the door before Fu Tong moved.

He lowered his head, his eyes finally fell on the black knife, his brows were deep: "This knife...you still have it."

Hearing this, Fu Tong almost threw the knife out of his hand, but the knife had been with him for more than 500 years, and it became faintly spiritual inside, and he shrank back just as soon as he felt something was wrong, and it stuck to Fu Tong's hand superior.

Fu Tong struggled a few times calmly, but didn't break away, thinking that this thing really resembled the master, and it was exactly the same shameless.

This knife was given by Fu Qianyuan.

The dragon's blood is the bone, the dragon scale is the blade, and even the patterns on it are carved by Fu Qianyuan himself.

It stayed in the hands of Fu Tong for 560 years. In the first 60 years, it was named Qianyuan, and in the next [-] years, it became an unknown knife.

But Fu Tong was not willing to throw it away.

Fu Tong opened his eyes: "Just because I have never lost a fight with Qiongqi from the next mountain after I have it, I will keep it. Is there any problem?"

"No." Fu Qianyuan looked at him, the indulgence in his eyes was so full that it was about to overflow, "But I'm very happy, Zai Zai."

Fu Tong pulled the corner of his mouth.

Then I heard the person in front of me speak: "Also, tonight... go to my place."

Fu Tong paused, and almost thought he heard it wrong: "What did you say?"

"Go to my place." Fu Qianyuan repeated, and before Fu Tong closed the door, he said again, "Can you still live in your house?"

Fu Tong stopped closing the door.

It is really impossible to live.

Not to mention glass shards and leaky windows, just the black sand left after the disappearance of six desires, it smells so bad that people don't even want to go in.

Fu Tong looked back: "Turn left outside and there is a hotel 500 meters away."

"But you can't live there with that box." Fu Qianyuan said, "And it will be dawn in more than four hours, Zai Zai, come back with me first."

Fu Tong didn't speak.

Fu Qianyuan's eyes softened, and without making a sound, he went forward and held Fu Tong's hand, and then hooked his free hand back, and the ghost wooden box on the coffee table flickered, and it was in his hand in an instant.

Ten seconds later.

Standing in the porch of Fu Qianyuan's house, Fu Tong couldn't accept this reality for a while.

But Fu Qianyuan didn't think there was anything wrong with his robbery, and smiled slowly at Fu Tong: "My guest room here has not been cleaned, it is full of dust, you sleep in the bedroom first tonight."

Fu Tong didn't respond, and put his hand on the doorknob and twisted it twice. Not only did he not unscrew it, but he also found that the surrounding area was surrounded by an enchantment. Unless Fu Qianyuan was willing, no one could get out.

Fu Tong turned his head and frowned at Fu Qianyuan.

Fu Qianyuan met his eyes: "Zai Zai, I have no other intentions. You sleep in the bedroom at night, and I won't go in to disturb you. You...don't be so guarded against me."

Fu Tong didn't want to hear him say these things: "Will the enchantment be withdrawn?"

But Fu Qianyuan didn't seem to hear it, and slowly took a pair of slippers from the shoe rack with his hands down, squatting halfway beside Fu Tong, his eyebrows slightly drooping, the answer was obvious.

The two suddenly fell into a stalemate.

After a long time, it was Fu Tongxian who couldn't stand the atmosphere. His eyes fell on Fu Qianyuan, and he gritted his teeth and opened his mouth.

"Fu Qianyuan, do you really have nothing to say to me?"