Chapter 69

Except for the years when the cub and Fu Qianyuan left, Fu Tong had never lost in terms of force.

The same is true this time.

More than twenty seconds later, the surroundings of the stone hall were cleared. Not long ago, the monsters who were fearlessly trying to surround themselves fell to the ground, closing their eyes and pretending to be dead and dared not say anything.

The situation became unexpected, and the people on the altar were shocked. After returning to their senses, they were about to move, but it was too late.

The sharp blade broke through the air, stabbed down with an invincible momentum, and the screams of the surroundings instantly appeared. After several times, the light covered by the altar dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then

It shrank into a wisp of smoke in full view of the public and soon scattered in mid-air.

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

Xue Ling first reacted, and walked over with a expressionless sword. Fan Xiu and others followed closely, but after searching for several rounds, they found nothing.

Fan Xiu was silent for a few seconds and spoke tentatively: "Boss, has he... run away?"

It is said that they are very cautious. So many big guys have let a bad fake run away here. No matter how they think about it, they feel a little upset. The big guys... are a bit fierce, and they can't bear it when they start anger.

of.

Wen Rong shook his head: "It's not that he ran away, it's because he hasn't been here. What we saw just now was just a wisp of soul, so he's quite cautious."

Zhou Yanxiu sneered: "What a prudence? You are obviously cowardly. Even if you are cowardly, you are still so stupid. You actually use the soul-sharing technique. Now a wisp of your soul is dispersed. How come you can get your cultivation level for five hundred years."

That's really...a blood loss.

Fan Xiu: "Big Boss, what should I do now?"

When he was talking, Su Xuan also found the fox from the pile of monsters on the ground. The little fox fainted at some point. A snow-white tail ending with red foxes nestled in Su Xuan's arms.

Super fluffy.

Fu Tong recalled Qianyuan Dao: "This fake is just average, auspicious beast light and other jokes are simply a joke. The ability to develop to this point is purely to take advantage of the ignorance of the little monsters to explain this matter clearly in the Demon Street and the Six Paths Forum.

, Remember to fry the popularity, try to crush the monster's place to no end, and take the other tripod back."

The bronze tripod on the altar he mentioned.

Fan Xiu looked solemn, thinking that this tripod was a ghost tripod similar to the previous ghost wooden box: "Is there something wrong with it...?"

"That's not, it's just an ordinary bronze tripod, but it's estimated to be an antique from the Shang and Zhou dynasties, which is quite valuable. Take it back to Liudao Auction House and get it, and you will get your year-end bonus."

bonus!

Mr. Gu Shu was shocked and said yes happily, so he took Su Xuan and Xue Ling to the altar to move the cauldron. Wen Rong and Zhou Yanxiu had seen big scenes, and didn't think anything was wrong, leaving Tan Lin's mood.

Looking at their slutty operations complicatedly, I just felt that this wave of people was simply society and a cruel person.

He rubbed his face, and while Fu Tong had not recovered from his cat-like soft ball back into Fu Qianyuan's arms, he hugged and leaned over: "Big Boss, are you sure that all the monsters here have been cleared?

Why do I... always feel that someone is staring at me?"

Fu Tong paused: "What?"

"I felt that way since I first came in. I was too nervous at that time and thought it was an illusion, but later the scene was relaxed and I still felt that someone was staring at me, and that look quite..."

Tan Lin thought about it for almost half a minute but couldn't figure out what to describe it, so he gave up decisively: "Anyway, it's just that, so I doubt if there is a fish that misses the net here? I saw that I was the one who fought the five scumbags, so

Want to stare first and then start when you don’t pay attention?”

Your understanding of yourself is quite accurate.

Fu Tong almost laughed out loud, raised his claws and patted him on his shoulder: "Don't think about it, there's nothing to stare at your escape fish, even if there is..."

"Um?"

Fu Tong took his gaze back from a stone sculpture in the corner and smiled meaningfully: "It's nothing, let's go. If you say more, you will leave you here or not?"

After saying that, he hooked the sharp-edged tip on his tail, and walked slowly towards the road he had walked by. Tan Lin stood alone behind him, and opened his eyes widened and looked at Bai in front of him in disbelief.

The fluffy big fur ball is so angry.

When will this person's personality become as soft and cute as his original form?

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This trip to the Demon Street could basically be said to have nothing except the antique bronze tripod.

I don’t know the background of the fake monster, and I don’t know where he is hiding. In the text box on the Monster Bureau task interface, there is still a mysterious word with golden light hidden, and there is a line of question marks that suit the situation.

It's also very helpless.

It was almost half past eleven when I left the Demon Street.

A few people ate something at the street stall casually. After filling their stomachs, Fan Xiu and Xue Ling returned to the monster bureau. Zhou Yanxiu took Demacia to continue walking around, while Fu Tong followed Wen Rong.

After leaving Rongshui Studio, her very terrifying ex-boyfriend was followed by her.

Wen Rong's studio is a very magical place.

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

Sometimes there are a few more pots of green plants, sometimes there are a few ceramic wind chimes, sometimes there are wall paintings with small wooden frames, and sometimes there are a few Chinese-style wood carving dolls.

And this time, there were seven or eight soft kittens, obviously very familiar with Wen Rong. When he saw him come in, he immediately came over and rubbed against Wen Rong. Even Fu Tong was also benefited from this group of people.

The small soft ball is healed and exploded.

Fu Tong was next to one of the cow cats, looking at Wen Rong while petting the cat: "When did you raise so many cats?"

"There are all stray cats around me. They often come to me for food. If you want to come and go, you will take this place as the home."

"Why haven't I seen it before?"

"Because when you came, you were almost always with Lang Lang." Wen Rong smiled at him in the cat's clusters. Her whole body was covered in warm sunlight, and the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were filled with a layer of warmth, "Be watched by Lang Lang Lang Lang Lang

If I raise other small animals, he will be jealous, so I let them hide first."

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

This is still a little bitch, so naturally I don’t know what it feels 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 sad."

Fu Tong was stunned, and his cat's paws stopped. He squatted there and was silent for a long time, lowered his head and spoke: "...so I said I envy him very much, it's true."

Wen Rong paused his fingers, and the look of his eyes filled with heartache: "You..."

I didn't expect what to say after that. I saw the little baby in front of me raised my head and tried to smile at him: "That's true, you can't tell Wen Lang about these things, otherwise that little baby will definitely swell and catch this topic

I laughed at me... OK, okay, what are you doing here? Go in."

Wen Rong's heartache in his eyes became even more a little more. He nodded silently and went to the innermost studio with him.

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 and held up the teacup. It was warm water inside, which was warm in his claws.

Wen Rong sat opposite him, knowing that the cub had something to say to him, and perhaps it was difficult to speak, so he didn't say anything and waited quietly.

Fu Tong didn't ask him to wait too long, and he was silent there for less than three minutes in his arms, feeling wronged and at a loss, sucking his nose: "Wen Rong, I... I don't know what to do now

What to do."

Wen Rong thought about it carefully, feeling confused and confused in his voice but not depressed, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief: "What's wrong? Are you two..."

"No." The little baby hurriedly denied, "Actually, it almost happened last night, but just when it was still a little bit late, I felt a lot of pain in my body, and then there was nothing?"

Wen Rong seemed to have expected it a long time ago, and was not surprised when he heard this, and said softly: "You have been too over the years, don't be afraid, this pain lasts at most for a week, and it will be fine after a week.

but……"

Fu Tong's heartbeat, and for a moment, he suddenly felt an ominous premonition: "...what?"

"Your instinct cycle...what if nothing unexpected happens, it will be extended from one month to two months, or even three months."

Fu Tong:!!!

One month is already hard enough, but there are still two and three months. What's the whole autumn of spring, summer, autumn and winter? Is that true?

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

Fu Tong was stunned.

Wen Rong said this after hesitating for a long time. He actually didn't like Fu Qianyuan very much, and always felt that he was not worthy of Fu Tong, but Wen Rong knew that except Fu Qianyuan, no one in the world could let Meng Qi come back.

.

Fu Tong was not doing well. This was the case in the 1,500 years he was on Longxun Mountain before, and now he has been going down the mountain for nine years, and the same is true.

Wen Rong has known him for so many years, but when I think about it carefully, I have never seen a smile with a sincere smile on him.

But he saw it an hour ago.

Although Fu Tong, who is with Fu Qianyuan, is a bit fierce and awkward, he is unprecedentedly relaxed and his angry look is also very vivid when he is held by a dog.

Only Fu Qianyuan can give such a vivid Fu Tong.

All the bystanders were clear, Wen Rong lowered his eyes, slowed down and asked repeatedly: "Meng Qi, can't he do it?"
To be continued...