Mr. Fu is always too annoying

Except for the years when he was a cub and Fu Qianyuan had just left, Fu Tong had never lost in terms of strength.

It's the same this time.

After more than 20 seconds, the area around the stone hall was cleared, and the monsters who had not been afraid to surround them fell to the ground in disorder, closing their eyes and pretending to be dead, not daring to say a word.

The situation became caught off guard, and the people on the altar were taken aback. They were about to act after regaining consciousness, but it was already too late.

The sharp blade pierced through the air, and stabbed down fiercely with invincible momentum, and screams all around instantly erupted. After doing this several times, the light surrounding the person on the altar dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then In front of everyone's eyes, it shrunk into a wisp of smoke, which quickly dispersed in mid-air.

Everyone who thought they could see the real face of the fake:? ? ?

Xue Ling was the first to react, and walked over with his sword expressionless, followed by Fan Xiu and others, but they found nothing after searching for several times.

Fan Xiu was silent for a few seconds, then tentatively opened his mouth: "Boss, did he... run away?"

The words are very cautious, so many big bosses here let a fake that is not up to the grade run away, no matter how I think about it, I feel a little disturbed, their big boss... is a bit fierce, it is not something they can bear to get angry of.

Wen Rong shook his head: "It's not that he ran away, it's that he hasn't been here all this time. What we saw just now was just a ray of spirit, so we're very cautious."

Zhou Yanxiu sneered: "What's the point of being cautious? It's obviously cowardly. Even if you're cowardly, you're still so stupid. You actually used the soul-dividing technique, and now the soul is scattered. How can you say that the 500-year cultivation base has also been folded in?"

That was really... a blood loss.

Fan Xiu: "Boss, what should we do now?"

When he was talking, Su Xuan also found Hu Yi from the monsters on the ground. The little fox passed out at some point, and a group of foxes with red tails stained on the end of their snow-white tails nestled in Su Xuan's arms, super soft. Ultra fluffy.

Fu Tong recalled Qian Yuandao: "This counterfeit is just so-so. Ruishouguang is just a joke. It can develop to this point purely by taking advantage of the ignorance of the little monsters and explaining this clearly in the Yaojie and Liudao forums. , Remember to fry it when it’s hot, try to crush this monster’s shelter until there’s nothing left, and take the other tripod back.”

He was talking about the square bronze tripod on the altar.

Fan Xiu's expression became serious, thinking that this tripod was similar to the ghost wooden box before: "It... is there any problem?"

"That's not true, it's just a very ordinary bronze tripod, but it's an antique from the Shang and Zhou Dynasties. It's quite valuable. Take it back to Liudao Auction House and give it away, and your year-end bonus will be settled."

bonus!

Mr. Gu Shu was shocked, and said good-bye happily, and took Su Xuan and Xue Ling to the altar to move the tripod. After all, Wen Rong and Zhou Yanxiu had seen the big scene, and they didn't think there was anything wrong, leaving Tan Lin feeling Complicatedly looking at their coquettish operations, I just feel that this group of people is simply a society and a ruthless person.

He rubbed his face, and before Fu Tong recovered into a cat-like soft ball, he nestled back into Fu Qianyuan's arms and leaned over with his cat bent: "Boss, are you sure all the monsters here have been cleared? Why do I... always feel like someone is staring at me?"

Fu Tong paused: "What?"

"I've had that feeling since I first came in. I was too nervous at the time and thought it was an illusion, but after the scene control relaxed, I still felt that someone was staring at me, and the eyes were quite..."

Tan Lin thought for half a minute and couldn't figure out how to describe it, so he gave up decisively: "Anyway, it's pretty good, so I wonder if there is a fish that slipped through the net here? Seeing that I am one of the most scumbags, let's Want to stare first, and then pick when you are not paying attention?"

Your perception of yourself is quite accurate.

Fu Tong almost laughed out loud, raised his paw and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't think about it, there is really nothing that slipped through the net to stare at you, even if there is..."

"Ok?"

Fu Tong withdrew his gaze from behind a stone sculpture in the corner, and smiled meaningfully: "It's nothing, let's go, if you talk too much, I'll leave you here, do you understand?"

After speaking, he hooked the sharp blade-like tip of his tail, and walked unhurriedly towards the road he had walked when he came. Tan Lin was left standing behind alone, with his eyes wide open looking at the white man in front of him in disbelief. The fluffy big ball of hair is super angry.

When will this person's character become as soft and lovely as the original?

Tan Lin: [Hold your chest and puff up. Hen! ].jpg

**

This trip to Yao Street basically yielded nothing except for the antique bronze tripod.

I don't know the details of the counterfeit monster, and I don't know where he is hiding. In the text box on the task interface of the Monster Bureau, there is still a puzzle character hidden with golden light, followed by a very appropriate question mark.

It is also very helpless.

It was almost 11:30 when I left Yaojie.

A few people casually ate something at the roadside stall. After filling their stomachs, Fan Xiu and Xue Ling returned to the Monster Bureau. Zhou Yanxiu led Demacia to continue wandering around, and Fu Tong followed Wen Rong. She left Rongshui Studio, followed by her very doggy ex-boyfriend.

Wen Rong's studio is a very magical place.

The amazing thing is that every time Fu Tong comes over, he can see something more inside.

Sometimes it is a few more pots of green plants, sometimes it is a few ceramic wind chimes, sometimes it is a wall hanging picture with a small wooden picture frame, and sometimes it is a few Chinese style woodcarved dolls.

But this time, there were seven or eight fluffy kittens, who were obviously very familiar with Wen Rong. When they saw him coming in, they greeted him immediately, rubbing against Wen Rong's side, and Fu Tong was also touched by them. The little soft ball entangled and healed to the point of bursting.

Fu Tong stood next to one of the cow cats, and looked at Wen Rong while petting the cats: "There are so many cats, when did you raise them?"

"It's all the stray cats around. They often come to my place to eat. If they want to come and go, they will make this place their home."

"Why haven't I seen it before?"

"Because you were almost always with Langlang when you came here." Wen Rong looked at him with a smile surrounded by cats, his whole body was enveloped by the warm sunlight, and there was a layer of warmth in the corners of his eyes and brows, "Looked at by Langlang He will be jealous if I raise other small animals, so I let them hide first."

Fu Tong frowned slightly, not quite understanding how this conclusion came to be: "Wen Lang likes cats so much, he shouldn't be jealous, right?"

This is still a cub, so naturally he doesn't understand what it's like to be a parent.

Thinking of this, Wen Rong shook his head and smiled: "Maybe, but you know, I always don't want to make him feel a little bit sad."

Fu Tong was taken aback, and stopped pawing the cat. He squatted there in silence for a long time, then lowered his head and said, "...so I said I envy him, it's true."

Wen Rong paused her fingers, and looked at him with distressed eyes: "You..."

I haven't thought of what to say in the following words, but when I saw the little cub in front of me raise his head, he tried to smile at him: "Really, you can't tell Wen Lang these things, or the little bastard will definitely get swollen, catch this topic Laughing at me... well, well, what are you doing here? Go in."

The distress in Wen Rong's eyes became even worse, he nodded silently, and went with him to the innermost small studio.

The same window, the same transparent coffee table, the same hot water, and the same two people facing each other.

Fu Tong raised his claws to hold the teacup. There was warm water in it, and it was warm in his claws.

Wen Rong sat across from him, knowing that the cub had something to say to him, and it might be something difficult to say, so he didn't make a sound, and waited quietly.

But Fu Tong didn't make him wait too long, and held the warm water cup in his hand for less than 3 minutes in silence, sniffing his nose as if aggrieved or helpless: "Wen Rong, I... don't know what to do now. What to do."

Wen Rong thought about it carefully, and felt that there was confusion and daze in his voice but not low, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief: "What's wrong? Are you two..."

"No." Xiao Zaizai hastily denied, "Actually, it was almost... that way last night, but when it was almost there, I felt a pain in my body, and then there was no more?"

Wen Rong seemed to have expected it a long time ago. He was not surprised when he heard the words, and hummed in a low voice: "You have endured too much these years, don't be afraid, this pain lasts for a week at most, and it will be fine after a week. but……"

Fu Tong's heart skipped a beat, and for a moment he had an ominous premonition: "...what?"

"Your instinct cycle... no accident, it will be extended from one month to two months, or even three months."

Fu Tong:! ! !

One month is already tough enough, but two months and three months, spring, summer, autumn and winter will be there for the whole autumn, what is it like?

Seeing his thoughts, Wen Rong paused with his fingers, and met his eyes slowly: "So you can't hold on anymore, Fu Tong, do you think Fu Qianyuan can't do it?"

Fu Tong was taken aback.

Wen Rong hesitated for a long time before saying this. He actually doesn't like Fu Qianyuan very much, and always feels that he is not good enough for Fu Tong, but Wen Rong knows that except for Fu Qianyuan, there should be no one in this world who can bring Meng Qi back. .

Fu Tong's life is not good. It was like this during the 500 years when he was on Longxun Mountain, and it is also like this when he has been down the mountain for nine years.

Wen Rong has known him for so many years, and thinking about it carefully, he has never even seen a sincere smile on him.

But he saw it an hour ago.

Fu Tong, who was with Fu Qianyuan, was a bit fierce and awkward, but he was relaxed like never before, and his appearance of getting angry when he was hugged by a dog was also very vivid.

Only Fu Qianyuan can give such vivid Fu Tong.

All the bystanders were clear, Wen Rong lowered his eyes, slowed down his voice and asked repeatedly: "Meng Qi, can't he?"

Not Fu Tong, but Meng Qi.

Fu Tong's tail, which was still swaying leisurely according to the inertia, suddenly froze, raised his head, and slowly, his fluctuating heart gradually eased in his gentle and gentle eyes. After a long silence, he opened his mouth shyly. :"……I have no idea."

He looked at Wen Rong: "I'm actually very sad, Wen Rong, I'm also very sober, no one knows better than me, he and I are now in a false tension, whitewashing the peace, you understand? On the surface everything is Okay, but tearing away that layer of illusion, there is an abyss of dark tides and raging waves underneath, we both stand on one side, if he can't make it through, I can't make it through, there's nothing we can do about it."

"The most fake one is also me."

"I can't get along with him like nothing happened, but I can't completely cut everything off, and now I can't even pretend to be cold and dismissive at the beginning, so I can only be like this I just muddle along, I hate myself for being like this, but what can I do? Others lose someone, and maybe they can find another person to spend the rest of their lives with, and I can live without anyone, but what about me? "

"I met him when I was 20 years old, and later, I spent the best 240 years with him, and the most bitter [-] miles were waiting for him. In my life, good and bad, happy and sad, almost everything I was filled with him in an instant, and I only have him. Now I say what I say, I will stop it. Of course it is easy to say, but it is difficult to do it. It’s not that I don’t want to stay away from him, don’t let myself be so cheap, but I, I……"

He lowered his head, raised his paw and rubbed his eyes, his voice was slightly choked with sobs.

"I can not let it go."

Looking at him, Wen Rong felt that his heart ached following his words. Seeing Zai Zai in front of him raised his head, raised his claws and randomly picked the wet hair from the corners of his eyes, and worked hard, hard, towards Watching him pull out an indifferent smile: "Look, Wen Rong..."

His eyes were red and his voice was rustling.

"I'm such a coward."