Devil’s Advent

After breakfast, Zheng Fan took a walk around the front hall and then went back to the backyard after receiving a wave of "Map Vision Expansion" brought by Blind Bei.

Zheng Fan felt like a dog,

He only dares to walk in the small area he is familiar with, but does not dare to run out, and he does not even have the courage to do the peeing enclosure that ordinary dogs like to do.

Although, the only advantage of running out at this moment is that you can now go to see the real ancient city without being pushed to buy flower cakes or pay the maintenance fee of the ancient city.

But in the inn, there is food, drink and little maids to serve, it seems that there is really no need to go out for a walk.

The layout of the row of bungalows in the backyard is like this. In the center is a small living room. Everyone had dinner in this small hall before. The west side of the small hall is Zheng Fan’s bedroom, and the rest of the bedrooms are more on the side.

When Zheng Fan came back from his stroll, he saw a busy little figure in the small hall.

The dining table in the small hall was removed and replaced by a larger and thicker wooden table.

Xue San was kneeling on the wooden table and was carving quickly with a tool in his hand. Rolls of wooden flowers fell out, and the air was filled with the aroma of wooden scrolls.

"My lord."

Xue San raised his head, smiled at Zheng Fan, then lowered his head and continued with his work.

"Is this making a sand table?"

Zheng Fan glanced at the place that has been carved out, and it can be seen that the central area should be Hutou City, and the nearby area is the terrain around Hutou City.

"My lord has sharp eyes."

Xue San first flattered me, and continued: "The blind man ordered me to do it, some details still need to be added, and now I will just carve out an outline, our next goal is to gain a firm foothold in Hutou City, so, first Putting up the strategic sand table is also for future convenience."

"Oh, that's really hard work for you."

"This is what subordinates should do."

Xue San wiped the sweat off his face with his sleeve, and continued with his work.

Zheng Fan stood by and watched, and helped deliver tools several times at the same time.

When Xue San stopped to drink water or look at the reference several times, he pursed his lips and wanted to say something, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't know what to say.

Similar to Ah Ming and Liang Cheng who are usually boring gourds, if you say a little bit, it is easy to give people a feeling of "sincerity", "difficulty" and "very sincerity".

And for Xue San, who is usually flattering, laughing, and eloquent, maybe it's because he is so good at talking about scenes, and when he really wants you to say something that can move people, he doesn't know how to say it.

Fortunately, I have something to do, so I don't have to worry about the embarrassment of "the air is suddenly quiet".

However, everything is relative and in a state of mutual influence.

After experiencing the "begging for a hug" from A Ming, Liang Cheng, and blind Bei Bei this morning, Zheng Fan seems to have accepted some subtle influences.

When leaving the small hall, Zheng Fan reached out and patted Xue San on the shoulder,

"Keep busy, I'll look elsewhere."

Patting on the shoulder seems to be a magical skill of the superiors, whether you have learned it before or not, but when you get to that position, it seems that you can always learn this kind of beneficial and cost-effective way.

Moreover, watching Xue San busy at work, Zheng Fan always felt a sense of guilt for driving child labor.

Xue San froze on the wooden table, even though Zheng Fan had left the small hall, he still did not move.

On the shoulder, there was a warm touch. In the dark, there seemed to be a line, from the original non-existence, to gradually becoming clear, and then back to non-existence.

From the three-dimensional self to the two-dimensional picture, it goes round and round, constantly changing.

vaguely,

Looking at a person, who is leaning over his desk, weaving his own existence bit by bit.

"Cough cough..."

Xue San suddenly coughed violently.

The wooden table was also in danger of overturning due to his shaking. In order to avoid his efforts this morning being smashed, Xue San resolutely chose to turn over and jump off the wooden table. Much better to do useless work.

However,

Xue San's figure suddenly froze in mid-air. This was only a moment of stagnation, but Xue San's face showed a look of shock.

followed by,

All the joints up and down the body seem to be fine-tuned,

After the stagnation disappears,

The waist is slightly stretched,

The whole person actually changed the direction of the falling body in an instant,

biped,

fell firmly to the ground,

and,

without making any unnecessary sound,

Even the dust on the floor tiles was not splashed in the slightest.

After landing, Xue San took a deep breath and let it out heavily. Then, he couldn't help sticking out his tongue, and licked his lips heavily.

"Slap!"

The tool in his hand fell to the ground.

Xue San covered his mouth with his left hand,

"hehe…………"

At first, it was just a suppressed voice.

"Hey hey..."

in the end,

"Ha ha ha ha!!!"

smile,

From image to volume,

Began to gradually become arrogant.

…………

When he pushed open the door of his room, Zheng Fan seemed to have heard Xue San's laughter, but before he had time to react, he was bounced away in this dazed effort.

Embarrassingly,

Volleyball manufacturers should pay great attention to the quality requirements

Even if it is a little years away from the factory date,

But their elasticity, and the resulting toughness, are still amazing.

This also caused Zheng Fan... to be bounced away, as if jumping off a spring bed head-on.

Duang!

"My lord, are you alright?"

Si Niang's voice came.

Zheng Fan staggered back a few steps before stabilizing his figure, and then he saw Feng Siniang standing at the door the moment he opened the door, she should have been in his room before.

"Si Niang, you are here."

"My lord, I'm here to deliver clothes to you. In the past six months, I took the time to make several sets of clothes, but because the lord hasn't woken up, I didn't really try them on. Generally speaking, they should fit, but You still need to stand up and try it on yourself, my lord, before I can make some minor modifications."

"okay."

Zheng Fan followed Feng Siniang into the house, and under Feng Siniang's guidance, tried on the clothes one by one.

With a ruler and a small ink pen in her hand, Si Niang was carefully recording the places to be revised.

The few sets of clothes that Siniang made were basically based on sweaters, but they added a lot of elements of this era, and they were loose and did not feel bulky at all.

Hutou City is adjacent to the desert, and there is a lot of wind and sand. In order to block the wind and sand, there are many people wearing robes and other loose clothes. In addition, there are also many foreign caravans here. The clothes of those people actually look like the ones that Zheng Fan has worn these two days. The sweater, there is no particularly big difference.

Thinking about it, Ah Ming can still stubbornly stick to his worn-out tuxedo, which is enough to show that there is no such thing as exotic clothes in this place.

After trying on the last piece of clothing and taking it off, and then putting on the first piece of clothing, Zheng Fan said with some emotion:

"Thank you, Si Niang."

"This is what the subordinates should do. Whoever makes the master subordinate is only a woman of the slave family. If you have any needs, just tell the slave family, and the slave family will satisfy the master."

Every frown and smile of Feng Siniang carries a kind of charm that penetrates to the bone.

However, Zheng Fan didn't have any other thoughts at the moment, he just said:

"When I was young, I always envied other children who could buy and try on new clothes under the guidance of their mother."

Feng Siniang was taken aback when she heard this.

These demon kings have a certain understanding of Zheng Fan, but it is impossible to understand so deeply.

Zheng Fan took a breath, smiled, and said: "My mother divorced my father not long after giving birth to me. It is said that she went to Guangdong to find another family, and she never came back to see me. My dad is also a truck driver. He is often away from home for a long time, and he doesn't have the time and patience to accompany me to buy clothes.

Later, he got into a car accident and he was gone, so I no longer had the opportunity to go shopping with my elders. "

Feng Siniang showed a look of sadness on her face, she slowly reached out and grabbed Zheng Fan's hands.

She knew that maybe deep down in her master's heart, there was a lack of love.

"My lord, Si Niang is also getting older, she is not a little girl anymore, as long as the lord likes it, Si Niang... Si Niang can play the role of the lord's mother.

Master, if you want to do anything to your mother, the slave family can cooperate, and the slave family is very good at role-playing. "

"Um?…………"

Zheng Fan was taken aback suddenly.

In the past, Zheng Fan felt that he, who was obsessed with horror themes, had a bit of a bad taste compared to normal people, but facing these demon kings, Zheng Fan really felt that he was still too innocent.

Also, I often feel like I'm not perverted enough to fit in with them.

"Squeak!"

The door of the room was pushed open, breaking the atmosphere in the room created by Feng Siniang with great difficulty.

At the door, stood the blind man Bei.

Ah ah ah ah ah!

Feng Siniang was extremely angry, pointing at the blind man Bei and cursed:

"Blind man, you won't knock on the door before you come in!"

The blind man Bei heard the words, stretched out his fingers and knocked on the door a few times,

"Doo-doo-doo..."

Immediately afterwards,

Opened the mouth and said:

"Something happened at the door of the inn, oh Kassan."