"Childe, Childe, get up, get up......"

This is the second morning of Idiom Fan in Phosphorus Sand City, Feng Lin is already standing in front of Idiom Fan's bed, like a little adult, with his hands on his waist, looking at this boy who is lying on the bed.

The delicate little cheeks looked helplessly at Fan who was still sleeping in the quilt.

However, this can't be blamed on the idiom Fan. After going to the Soul Daoist Transfer Station in Phosphorus Sand Town yesterday, I didn't come out until the evening. When he came out, Feng Lin was already covering his little mouth, looking surprised. Because, when I went in, I was fine, but when I came out, I was "full of devastation". She didn't know what Childe had done and what she had encountered.

And she's really hard to ask.

Even in the evening, the whole team's banquet, Idiom Fan did not go, but fell asleep directly upside down and slept until this morning.

In Feng Lin's soft shout, Idiom Fan secretly opened his eyes, and the still heavy eyelids really made him really not want to open these eyes anymore. However, among the materials I searched yesterday, all kinds of data on them, especially the data of death, were also deeply reflected in my mind at this moment.

There were a total of 100 people who participated in the trial on Soul Island, but so far, less than one-fifth. Such a casualty rate...... It is indeed a bit beyond the expectations of the idiom Fan. But it's good that the damn bastard still keeps him alive.

And the bastard's sign seemed pretty good, and in terms of danger, the place he was in was the least dangerous of all.

"Damn, that guy didn't give the organizing committee much benefit. It's no wonder that the idiom Fan thinks so, in that guy's eyes, money is not a thing at all. Who called his father one of the world's top 500 companies, and his father's prestige and fame are even more bullish than Mr. Li of Tang's enterprises.

Getting back to the point, he sat up lazily and opened his eyes that wanted to be closed again. But this opening has already made Idiom Fan have an urge to cry and laugh.

Because, right next to the bed, a little bud head with a small mouth is very angry and looks at himself lying in bed. Idiom Fan sighed helplessly, he originally wanted to really lie in bed for a while, but he could only dispel this idea. Immediately, under the service of the scenery, the white robe was quickly put on.

"You seem to like it like this, why don't you take it back? At this time, a voice was already sounding in the mind of Idiom Fan.

And who this voice will be if it is not Tianyou.

"Get out!" Idiom Fan directly knew this sentence in his heart, and even more glanced at the sky in his heart.

"That son, don't blame Feng Lin for disturbing your good sleep like this, today is our team, oh no, it should be the most lively time for our entire Charm King Tribe. ”

"How can I say this, now you are outside, even if there are any lively activities in the Phantom King Tribe, you can't participate. ”

"You can't say that, even if you're in a squad outside, you can participate!"

Hearing Feng Lin's words, it can be regarded as arousing a trace of curiosity in Idiom Fan.

"Yes, it's no wonder that you have chartered such a big inn, and this inn has a huge battlefield!"

When he walked out of the inn yesterday, he had already seen that many people from the team had begun to fight on the battlefield at the inn. And it's a ....... It's too ...... In the words of the idiom Fan, it should be too much, it is completely done in accordance with actual combat, and it seems that it is completely prepared for today.

I have to say that Feng Lin's soft little hands are indeed very comfortable serving the idiom. And Idiom Fan didn't think that if possible, Idiom Fan would take her away from here, away from here, completely avoid those eyes that made her feel inferior, and let her start life again.

However, he also knows very well that none of this is something he can absolute. Fenglin's road, to go by himself, whether to stay here, find his true self, or go to a new place, develop a new self, and everything is in Fenglin's hands.

After all, he said to Feng Lin that the road must be walked by himself, and the fate must be controlled by himself.

After everything was cleaned up, Idiom Fan couldn't help but be lazy, and then smiled at the delicate and lovely Feng Lin with some playfulness: "This is the life of the young master of the child, in this world, it is only those rich people or the rich second and third generations of the rich have it, in the future, when the trial here is over, go back and burn such a caring person, then wouldn't it be back to face the damn old man Ge all day long?"

When Feng Lin heard it, his heart was slightly sweet.

It's just that after this short time together, Feng Lin can feel it. The boy in front of him is different from everyone else. He was gentle with her, he was kind to her, even if Feng Lin was just a maid, she was willing to serve him willingly.

"If Childe doesn't dislike it, Childe can apply to King Mei, and Fenglin is willing to follow you for the rest of his life to be your maid!"

At that moment, Feng Lin quietly retreated for a moment and said in a low voice.

And this sound also made Idiom Fan slightly stunned. I was just a half-joking joke before, but I didn't expect this little bud to be completely serious. Moreover, there is really no room for this at all, unceremoniously, without thinking for a moment.

"Hehehe," Idiom Fan smiled softly, "I would like to, but I don't think my aunt is willing, others look down on you and see you as a 'mortal' half-breed, but I bet my aunt would never think so." ”

A "mortal" half-breed. This is also what he learned from Moon Xi when he returned to the inn yesterday, before going to bed, and finally knew how this "mortal" half-breed came to be.

"Besides, I still have half a month to be here, and even if the transfer station extends it to a month, if I can't complete the task sooner, then I won't be able to make it in time for the opening ceremony of the university in September. "It's really worth thanking, this time the university opened, and Idiom Fan let Old Man Ge through his relationship so that he didn't participate in the military training of the university, otherwise where would he have so much time.

"However, it all depends on you, whether you are willing to stay or leave, it is your own decision," Cheng Yufan stepped forward and habitually gently rubbed Feng Lin's little head, "If you go with me, I will naturally take good care of you, if you are willing to stay in the Meiwang tribe, then I will let the Meiwang issue a general order, so that all the people in the Meiwang tribe will take good care of you, if someone dares to treat you badly, the next time I come, I will definitely let him survive and not die!"

Under the idiom Fan's last "you can't survive and die", Feng Lin already felt the look of idiom Fan towards those people in the overlord tribe the day before yesterday.

And at that moment, Feng Lin could feel even more that if someone really treated him badly, then that person ......