Mr. Fu is always too annoying

No matter how many times he watched it, Fu Tong still felt that the merits and virtues on his body were shining so amazingly.

He thought so, and so did Wen Rong.

Wen Rong immediately adjusted his merit light, it was also covered with a layer of golden light, there was no difference at first glance, but it was still a little thinner than Fu Tong's at a closer look.

Bai Ze is the leader of auspicious beasts, and merits greater than his are not something that can be accumulated simply by clearing quests and fighting monsters.

Wen Rong was thoughtful: "Where did you come from?"

Fu Tongchao glanced at the rest room: "I'm not sure yet, but I think...he should have given it to me."

Wen Rong thinks it's impossible: "You can't bestow merits to each other, otherwise I would have divided the past with Lang Lang, and let him do whatever he wants."

Wen Lang is of the bloodline of ancient ferocious beast gluttonous, and he was also born with meritorious deeds, but he was brought up by Bai Ze since he was a child, and he was raised well, and he couldn't even be overwhelmed by the scourge of heaven.

But stability is not equal to freedom, one must restrain oneself all the time, otherwise it would be a rhythm of testing and even stepping on the verge of scourge every minute.

Fu Tong's eyelashes trembled: "...you can do whatever you want?"

At first, Wen Rong didn't know what was so special about this sentence that he could pick it out alone, but after thinking about it, he understood——

There is another layer of relationship between Fu Tong and Fu Qianyuan like him and Wen Lang. He hopes that Wen Lang can be free and wanton, safe and happy. From Fu Qianyuan's point of view, he must feel the same way about Fu Tong.

But if Fu Qianyuan really did it, how did he do it?

Gifting won't work, and it can't be a scourge.

Don't say that Fu Tong doesn't have the aura of God's Scourge, even if there is, blocking the God's Scourge can at most clear the negative merit, and it is impossible to increase it.

Wen Rong frowned: "He hasn't explained anything to you since he came back?"

"No." Fu Tong lowered his eyes, "I asked before, but he...he said he couldn't."

It's not that I don't want to say it, I don't want to say it.

But can not say.

Wen Rong frowned even deeper, and told Fu Tong what he was thinking just now.

Fu Tong's thoughts were similar to his: "I couldn't figure it out, so I borrowed a few books from the Monster Bureau, but they were all common-sense records. Don't you know any other ways to give people merit?"

Wen Rong thought for a while: "I haven't heard of it, but I have a book here, take it back and read it first, maybe you can find something useful."

As he spoke, he spread his palms, and after a pale white light flashed by, an old thread-bound notebook appeared in his hand, the cover paper was yellowed, and four seal characters were handwritten on it.

——Miscellaneous Notes on Mountains and Seas.

"This is……"

"Honghu's record book, I forgot when I lost the bet to me." Wen Rong said, "He is a destiny monster, and he usually likes to collect some unorthodox spells and books, which are said to be recorded in it. You go back Turn over, I think there should be."

This is a rare thing.

Fu Tong took it carefully, feeling as if it hadn't been opened for a long time: "Haven't you read it?"

"No, maybe I wanted to read it, but then I was too busy watching other things, so I forgot?"

What could be more attractive than the personal notebook of Honghu, the destiny monster?

Fu Tong was a little curious: "What are the others?"

"..."

Wen Rong spread his palms again, and in a blink of an eye, five or six books appeared there.

The Ultimate Guide to Raising Cubs

"How to make your cub cute and obedient"

"One Hundred Ways to Raise Cubs"

"Daddy's Guide"

"A must-read book for first-time pups"

Fu Tong: "..."

It's not easy being a parent.

Wen Rong looked a little helpless: "Don't just think it's funny, when I first brought you down from Longxun Mountain, many of the above points were also used on you."

Fu Tong smiled softly: "Thank you."

"It's okay." Wen Rong's eyebrows were gentle, "You know, I always hope you get better."

Not just superficially good.

He wanted to see that Yazi cub who loves to laugh and playful, and when he smiles, his brows and eyes are particularly soft.

Of course Fu Tong understood what he meant, and hummed in a low voice: "...I know."

It's just that you know what you know, but it's hard to do it.

Wen Rong knew him well, and could tell what this cub was thinking just by looking at his expression.

He looked down at the book in his hand, pondered for a while and then suddenly opened his mouth: "You know what? I didn't intend to tell you what happened today at first, and even if possible, I hope that you will never have anything to do with him in your life." involve."

Fu Tong paused and looked at him in a daze.

Wen Rong met his eyes, and then continued: "The reason why I changed my mind later was because I felt that you should know that I had no position to choose to hide from you, and the second was because I saw his heart...he had a hole in his heart. I picked up a piece of dragon scale, if there is no accident, it is with you, right?"

Fu Tong nodded slightly.

Then he still has the dragon scales, which are now hanging around his neck.

Wen Rong smiled: "I think you should know what it means to give you the dragon scale on your heart."

Many years ago, monsters and human society were still independent of each other.

The monsters at that time could not write love letters, were not good at talking about love, and did not know much, but they had a sincere heart. When they met their sweethearts, they would invite them home, and then carefully express their hearts, and then put the closest Give him something of the heart.

Come to my house, then the rest of your life will be mine.

I give you the thing closest to my heart, and from now on, you will be the only one in my heart.

The clumsy and inarticulate monsters have their own little romance.

This kind of romance can only happen once in a lifetime. Since Fu Qianyuan gave it to Fu Tong, there is no reason to leave because of his partner's trivial willfulness.

"I think there is a misunderstanding between you two." Wen Rong said, "I wasn't sure before, but now that I think about it, it should be that way."

Fu Tong lowered his head and said nothing.

Wen Lang slowed down his voice: "What do you think? Do you want... to give each other a chance?"

Mr. Bai Ze is naturally protective of his shortcomings, and he has a preconceived notion that he doesn't like the dragon inside. He said this not to help him, but because he didn't want Fu Tong to suffer any more.

There was a bit of confusion in Fu Tong's eyes.

He didn't know how this bewilderment came about, why it existed, he just felt very at a loss, and his mood was very complicated, and he couldn't tell what it was like.

Mixed feelings.

So even after thinking for a long time, only four words were finally exported.

"……I have no idea."

People in the game can't always see through, and can't escape.

Wen Rong sighed silently.

He looked at Fu Tong, knowing that it was useless for others to say anything at this time, and it was too late, so he ended the topic, and slowly glanced in the direction of the rest room: "Go, he is about to wake up."

Fu Tong raised his head abruptly.

Wen Rong smiled: "You don't need to say goodbye to me when you leave. Lang Lang has a thin skin, and he will be unhappy if you see him being scolded."

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand and rubbed Fu Tong's head. Without saying anything, he turned and went to the small studio next to him.

After standing there for a while, Fu Tong also returned to the rest room.

Fu Qianyuan hadn't woken up yet, and it was very quiet around him, and he couldn't hear any sound.

Fu Tong walked over slowly, stopped beside Canglong, looked around the dragon's body bit by bit, and finally turned back to his face, staring silently.

It's been a long time since he looked at Fu Qianyuan like this.

Even if the latter turned into a dragon and took him to Guishan last time, he didn't take a good look at it.

He listened to what Wen Rong just said, but he didn't know how to get along with this person in front of him.

I don't want to spend so much time hurting both sides.

I am used to avoiding and alienating, but I can no longer face him like before.

There are some things that he can't figure out or explain, but those 500 years are still a thorn in his heart.

It's hypocritical.

Fu Tong closed his eyes wearily, and then opened them again. His eyes stopped on the scales of the Canglong uncontrollably. Before Fu Qianyuan woke up, he reached out and touched it. It was very rough, and it was not at all the same as the warm feeling before. Same.

Fu Tong felt uncomfortable, and his movements became lighter and lighter, as if he was afraid of hurting Fu Qianyuan.

And at this moment, he suddenly felt the dragon in front of him move, and then raised his head, and instantly met a pair of blue eyes, with a little bit of astonishment hidden in them.

Fu Tong: "..."

Fu Tong withdrew his hand reflexively, because he was flustered, he stammered: "You wake up, wake up."

This kind of him is very similar to the little boy who had a guilty conscience after doing something bad.

The astonishment in Fu Qianyuan's eyes was replaced by gentleness, and he murmured: "Where is this?"

"My friend's house." Fu Tong said, "He brought you back from Mount Longdu. He knew that I knew you, so he called me over. You..."

He paused: "Are you okay?"

The two reunited for two months, and this was the first time that Fu Tong treated Fu Qianyuan in such a relaxed manner.

Fu Qianyuan's eyes were soft: "I'm fine."

He didn't want Fu Tong to see the cracks on his body, so when he just woke up, he enveloped himself in mist, and the blue dragon disappeared into the mist, and soon, he slowly came out from inside again.

She was dressed in a Tang suit embroidered with gold on a black background, with deep eyebrows and eyes, and she looked the same as before.

But Fu Tong couldn't forget the dragon with torn scales.

If you can't forget, just ask.

He met Fu Qianyuan's eyes and said, "The cracks on your body...how did they come from? Does it have anything to do with my merits?"

Fu Qianyuan's voice was low: "Responsibility."

The answer to the first question is yes, but the second question is not.

Fu Tong understood, but he couldn't say anything.

It is also expected.

Fu Tong already planned to find the answer by himself. Hearing this, he nodded slightly, and compared with last time, he was calm and terrifying, and said: "Then go back. As for my friend, there is no need to thank and say goodbye. He is now Probably not available.

There is no way, the gluttonous cubs are too naughty and noisy, and the training time is usually 45 minutes to start.

On Fu Qianyuan's side, it's natural that his own son said what he said: "Okay."

His voice is very soft, and so are his eyes, like the fresh green that grows from the snow in the spring on Longxun Mountain, soft and warm, with countless feelings hidden deep inside.

Very gentle.

The author has something to say: I am bald, but I have also become stronger.

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