I refuse this box lunch

Fuhe was not at all sorry for his current state of Taoism, he quickly floated to the city wall with his legs propped up and let out a breath slowly, feeling like he was about to be caught.

After a while, he began to be inexplicable——

What should I be afraid of an imp?

So it didn't take long for Fuhe to press the soles of his shoes half an inch above the ground, and followed behind the boy not too far or too close.

When a young man looks at the lantern, he also looks at the lantern, and when a young man watches a play, he also watches the play.Although I can't understand which place or what legend is being staged on the stage, everyone's face is full of joy, and the rich and common people celebrate together. It can be seen that the Huimu Festival in this city is indeed very lively.

Families come out to play, children come out to play, girls go out together, and boys go out together.

Fuhe wore a mask, only showing his straight nose and rosy lips. He didn't expect to encounter many "blockers".The young men and women were laughing and throwing flower branches into his arms, without asking for a response, they immediately ran away blushing.

The thoughts of these young Mu Ai will not be underestimated by Fu He, but it is inevitable that he will be disappointed, because he is full of eyes and can't hold anything except the figure in front of him.

I don't know if the person in front finally got the opportunity to ask for leave and come out to play. The walking posture is light and fast, turning around and turning, and walking more and more remote.

Fuhe fell down easily, and couldn't help wondering: where is this going?

With sharp eyes like him, he also saw the two flowers thrown in the boy's arms.If you walk more slowly, there will be more hits.After all, she looks good, no matter how young she is, she can't hold back her charm.

It's the festive season, so it's a good time to invite friends, but the friend is a beautiful woman who I haven't seen in private... It looks a bit like that, the ancients are precocious, who knows.

Fuhe's mind was full of random thoughts, and even unreasonable things could make himself a little sour.

Until...the front turns into a dead end.

The young man stopped moving forward, raised his hand and threw the flower in his hand, and turned around slowly.

His stature is no longer low, and the handsome brocade clothes are embroidered with gold and silver threads. Half of the collar is shining with light, while the other half is hidden in the dark. Perfect.

The voice was deliberately lowered, and it was strangely imposing: "How long do we have to follow?"

Fuhe paused, then smiled.

Really sharp.

He didn't find it strange either, after all... this person is not an ordinary person.

The more special and rare the spirit body, the higher the sensitivity.And the acuity is comparable to that of a high-level monk, which can explain the uniqueness of the spirit body.

Lifting his fingers to pinch the edge of the mask, Fuhe stood opposite the boy, barely a few steps away, and stopped moving forward.

He thought for a moment, then put his hand down.

Ugh……

In the final analysis, he still doesn't know how to treat Wu Luan as a child.

So tender, so foul.

Fuhe has good eyesight, he can see even the fine hairs on the young boy's face, and Wu Luan at the moment doesn't even have an Adam's apple.

Although he is young, he is already a model of an adult who is calm and calm. He is not afraid of strangers who are taller or older than him.

With a clear cough, "I am Wu Luan from the Wu family in Muyang City. Who are you? What are you going to do after following me?"

Fuhe is shameless again, and he will not chase after a twelve or thirteen-year-old child named husband. After pondering for a moment, he consciously replied: "I am not from Muyang City, but I am a monk. I follow you... Well, I just think You resemble an old friend of mine."

"Old friend?" The young man stood upright and asked stiffly, "What old man?"

Fuhe didn't answer.

The boy asked again, "Are you a messenger from the upper city?"

"why would you say so?"

The young man replied: "I heard those people preach very well at noon today."

"Then I'm not. I don't know anyone from the upper city." It is expected that the inn where I stayed for a while today is full of gossips.

"where do you come from?"

"It's hard to say, it's a terrible place." After all, the world is about to die.

"What's so bad? Can't you get enough to eat?" Wu Luan at this time is so different from when he grew up, no matter how young and mature, he still occasionally shows some childish air.

Fuhe smiled, and said softly, "It's probably going to be more serious."

The two asked and answered, and they chatted very happily.Wu Luan didn't doubt the truth of Fu He's words, as if he thought about it seriously for a while, "There is no one in Muyang City who can't eat enough."

Fu He looked around, "Indeed." The Tianxian Continent more than 3000 years ago had a solid boundary membrane, and the peaceful air filled the world, which was far behind the later generations.

It turns out that Wu Luan came from such a peaceful age.

A rich and noble house, living in a beautiful world.It's pretty good.

Unexpectedly, the young Wu Luan hadn't let go of his first question, and repeated the old saying, "I look like your old friend, so you follow me? You're still hiding in my study."

Fuhe laughed, he couldn't get over the stupid things he did for a while.

He glanced at the serious doubts on the young Wu Luan's face, suddenly he didn't want to be human.

He took half a step forward, looked at the young man up and down without concealing his eyes, and spoke slowly, with unclear meanings in every word: "I follow you, just to see you, if there is a chance, it will be even better if I talk again." alright……"

"I didn't know you before." The young Wu Luan took a half step back secretly, carefully staring at Fu He's eyes under the mask, speaking very straightforwardly.

Fu Wo nodded seriously: "It makes sense." He seemed to suddenly think of something, and stood there silently.

"You..." After all, you were young and couldn't hold your breath. After waiting for a while and seeing nothing more, finally couldn't stand it any longer. The young man Wu Luan frowned, "You...what else do you want to say to me?"

Fuhe looked at him quietly for a while, and found it amusing and cute at the same time, "Don't you like reading?"

"I don't like it." Honest children don't tell lies.

"You like to have fun?"

"It's not interesting either."

"Restrained by family members?" He only paid attention to the young man himself, and didn't look at what Wu Luan's original family was like.

The young Wu Luan shook his head: "They don't have time to care about me."

Fu Wo laughed: "Mr. seems to be very strict."

"It's because I can't listen to his teachings."

Fu He felt that Wu Luan was more and more interesting when he was a teenager, "During class, my mind wandered."

Wu Luan did not deny it.

Although not liking reading is just a trivial matter for him, it has something to do with his self-esteem. He paused, and added: "I know my homework, I have learned it by heart, but I am impatient and bored." Listen to him talking back and forth over and over again."

Fuhe suddenly realized, and sincerely praised: "So I'm a child prodigy, I'm sorry. I didn't like reading when I was a child, and my studies were mediocre."

The young Wu Luan had always been uninterested in this title before, but today it sounds much more pleasant to his ears for no reason.

A slight blush slowly appeared on his face.

They talked for a while in the dark alley, and the surroundings were very boring, so Fuhe suggested: "It's fate to meet, why don't we..."

He was just about to say that it was getting late, and he would take the growing child to eat something, when suddenly, a familiar smell wafted from the air.

It is very similar to the smell that lingers in the Demon Realm every day.

Fowler frowned.

No matter where he goes, it is not peaceful.

"Why not?" The young Wu Luan asked without waiting for his next words.

Fuhe sighed, with a serious and sad expression: "It's better for us to meet again by fate." He turned his body while talking, "Don't worry, I won't follow this time."

Hearing the words, the young Wu Luan frowned again, as if some inexplicable expectation had gently crossed his heart, and then suddenly disappeared.

Obviously just met a stranger.

Don't even know the name yet.

Yeah, not even the name.

When he was striding forward, the hem of his clothes was blown by the wind, and he staggered back to back with Fu He. After walking a few steps, he couldn't help turning his head. For some reason, a trace of unreasonable resentment arose in his heart.

Fuhe also turned his head, raised his eyebrows and asked silently.

The most innocent person in the world is here.

The young Wu Luan thought: This strange monk, he doesn't care what he does and where he goes.

There are too many things between mortals and monks.A mortal's life is probably just a flick of a monk's fingers.

Meeting by chance, it is likely that we will never see each other again in the future.Empty words, who will not speak.

In the end, the young Wu Luan was only left behind Fuhe's back which was getting farther and farther away, and even the back was showing a breath of anger visible to the naked eye.

Accidentally pissed people off.

Fu He rubbed his nose, a golden talisman flew away from his fingertips like an arrow from the string, and stuck to the young man who was walking forward with the wind blowing every step. It landed in the young man's hair and flashed twice Down, and soon disappears.

If possible, Fu He would certainly do his best to make Wu Luan's youth life more smooth and happy.

He looked up at the dark night sky, the smell from before hadn't drifted away.It should be some nascent vengeful spirits, they probably haven't had time to take shape, at most they have the ability to make mortals have nightmares, if there are not many, they won't be difficult to deal with.

A few knuckles intertwined and moved one by one, the anger in the previous trap has not been released yet.

If you come, you will be safe, and if you see it, you will beat it. Today's night is still very long.

The deep dew gradually wets the clothes.

The crowd celebrating the Mu Festival had already dispersed. A young man avoided his family members and nimbly jumped on tiles. He rushed to an alley with his clothes unbuttoned.

He seemed to be looking for something, or someone, but unfortunately, there was nothing there.

"Are you still there?" The boy called out towards the deserted alley.

After the excitement of the festival, Muyang City seemed particularly empty and quiet, only the rustling of the autumn wind blowing on the leaves was still whispering.

The alleys were deep and the streets were dark, he was full of loss and looked around in confusion, feeling regret for the first time for a nearly endless encounter.

Can we really see each other again?

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