There was silence in the room, Feng Xiaobao had already stopped whimpering, only to hear the clock on the wall ticking, and the next second, the ticking sound also stopped.

The temperature in the room began to drop, as if someone had turned on the air conditioner, and the temperature was turned extremely low, making people shiver.

The breeze blew slightly, the corners of Mo Yian's hair and clothes swayed slightly, his body stood straight, but Da Zhuang, who was standing behind him, couldn't help but sneeze and looked at everyone very shyly.

"I'm sorry, you guys go on, I'll go to the toilet~"

Da Zhuang immediately ran to the toilet after speaking, and the atmosphere in the living room was a little depressing, which made him unbearable.

The toilet door is in front of him, the door is closed, Da Zhuang reached out to twist the doorknob, and shrank back as soon as he touched it, and the frost condensed on the doorknob at some point, and the cold was cold to the bones.

So, I had to retreat to Mo Yifu's side, and the temperature here was relatively high.

A chuckle rang out.

"Huh...... Ha ha...... Mr. Mo, are you joking?"

Feng Yuan opened his mouth and laughed, the laughter was as hearty as a bell, echoing in the living room, shaking the clock on the wall and forgetting to walk.

Mo Yifu looked up at the clock and muttered in a low voice: "The things bought in the 2 yuan store are really a pit, and the battery is not durable at all!"

Da Zhuang also looked up, the clock is very exquisite, I remember that it seems to be mechanical~

"Mr. Feng, let's not say if I'm joking. How did you find here?"

Feng Yuan looked down at Feng Xiaobao, his round little head shrunk aggrievedly in Mo Yifu's hand, like a frightened little quail, looking at him helplessly, no longer as firm as he was when he confronted Zheng Xiaoxi before.

"Dad, I'm fine, he didn't treat me badly! It's just that Zheng Xiaoli in the Western District is also there, and they also want to win over Mr. Mo!"

Feng Yuan nodded, and the serious expression on his face gradually regained a trace of relaxation, and he looked at Mo Yifu, peaceful and harmless.

"Mr. Mo, you asked me how I found here, it's very simple, because of love! I can't even find my own children, what kind of good father is it?"

Mo Yiyi's heart perked, the other party is amazing, there is something in the words. How did he know that he had run away in his early years, and his father had an accident because he was looking for him?

"Okay, second question, relatively simple. You all have to look for me, what are you looking for, not really for the judge's pen, right?"

The palm of his right hand was slightly hot, and a black brush slipped down and was held tightly by Mo Yifu. The rustic pen barrel and sparse nib are also unsightly things to put in a stationery store.

If it weren't for the slight golden light from the tip of the pen, no one would really look at this pen a few more times.

Feng Yuan took a few steps forward, and Mo Yifu was close at hand, already beyond the most comfortable chat distance, and the breath exhaled from the other party's nose was as cold as frost, making him can't help but step back a little.

"Mr. Mo, this is the judge's pen that has been in a lot of uproar in the ancient city recently, can you let me take a closer look?" Feng Yuan's beard shook a few times, rubbed his big hands, and said.

Mo Yifu's wrist flicked lightly, and he shook a beautiful pen flower, and the temperature in the air gradually warmed up a lot.

"Mr. Feng, please pay attention to your actions and words, I can't guarantee that I won't give you a painting!"

"Ah~ It's Feng who is abrupt! Mr. Mo is strange, I'm a little excited~ Come on, let's sit down and talk, you're welcome, don't stand! Xiaobao, come over quickly, what are you doing on your Uncle Mo?"

Feng Yuan stretched out his hand to pull Feng Xiaobao, but he pounced.

Mo Yifu sneered, like looking at an idiot.

"Mr. Feng, don't be serious! You are also a ghost in District 1, can you be serious? If you want to do it, then let's have a discussion?"

"Hehe~ Joke! Young people don't be so impulsive, have something to say!" Feng Yuan sat back on the sofa, crossed Erlang's legs, touched his pocket, took out a cigarette, lit a fire, and smacked his lips.

Sigh~

A slender wisp of white smoke slowly spit out from Feng Yuan's mouth, like a lively dragon, hovering and entwining in the air, and actually drew a flower.

"The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold, life is not easy, and cherish it~"

The corners of Mo Yi's eyes jumped, and he didn't know what the other party was going to do.

"Mr. Mo, put the judge's pen aside first, let's talk about some digressions. How?"

"Then you turned off the air conditioner first, and didn't see my friend fiddling all the time. Do you want to turn my house into an ice cellar?"

Bang~

Feng Yuan snapped his fingers crisply, and the temperature in the living room finally slowly rose, and Da Zhuang no longer trembled.

"Now you can let my son go? You may not understand the mind of the old man!"

It was another tentative crit, and Mo Yifu was his father's old man. There is only one sister above him, and now she is married to the city next door, and her mother also followed her to take care of her sister's confinement. Below him, there are no siblings.

Easily let Feng Xiaobao out, the temperature in the room had completely returned to normal, and everyone's faces seemed to have returned to normal.

Da Zhuang gasped heavily, moved two chairs, let Mo Yifu sit down, went to boil the water again, waited for the water to boil, and made tea for a few people.

"Da Zhuang, please order two takeouts, I'm a little hungry. "Don't be annoyed by two fingers.

"Mr. Mo, you haven't eaten yet, we haven't eaten either!" Feng Yuan smiled, gently snuffed out the cigarette butt, flicked his index finger, and the perfect arc, the cigarette butt fell into the trash can next to it.

Da Zhuang glanced at Mo Yian, then at Feng Yuan's father and son, touched his head, and silently ordered takeout.

"It's annoying, it's okay. ”

"Well, you go to the bathroom. Wasn't you in a hurry just now?" Mo glanced at it and said slightly.

Da Zhuang was a little embarrassed and sat still.

"Now I don't seem to be in a hurry. ”

"Mr. Feng, what the hell is going on?"

"It's a long story, but it's simply a matter of reiki revival. ”

"Aura revival?" Mo Yi frowned and looked at Feng Yuan.

"The ghost door of the Midyear Festival was wide open, but in the end, for some reason, it was not completely closed. A lot of ghost energy emanates from the underworld, which we call Reiki Resurrection, and all ghosts grow very fast. The most important thing is that I heard that the judge's pen also flowed out. ”

Mo Yiyi's eyes wandered, remembering the story of the blue monkey that night, and Lu Xiaojuan, who didn't know where to run. "That's a good thing. You can practice like crazy, can't you?"

Seeing that the other party did not accept the judge's pen, Feng Yuan continued: "So there are people who are not honest and want to do something. They want to replace the ghosts in the East and West Districts!"

"What about the North and South Districts?"

Feng Yuan snorted and said with a smile: "How can there be any north and south districts, just such a little ghost, it's not enough for me and Lao Huang!"

As if thinking of something, Feng Yuan licked his mouth: "It's strange to say, why hasn't Lao Huang come to contact you?

Feng Yuan adjusted his sitting posture, hugged Feng Xiaobao in his arms, gently stroked his round head, and licked his mouth again.

"Mr. Mo, I hope that you can stand with me in the events that may occur in the future. Okay?"

Mo Yifu took a sip of tea, which was a little hot, accidentally burned his mouth, and stuck out his tongue.

"Good...... Interesting...... Mud?"

"Well, oh, it's good! In the future, you can go as you like in the Eastern District! There are two worlds of humans and ghosts, under one ghost, above all things~" Feng Yuan stood up, waved his big hand out of the window, and was arrogant.

"No, I'm doing well in the West District, why should I go to the East District?" Mo Yi spit out his tongue and carefully took a sip of tea to moisten his throat.

Feng Yuan looked at Mo Yifu, not knowing whether he was really uninterested or really stupid, no one would refuse to offer such a condition in the Eastern District.

Call...... Alas......

"There is a Demon Yin Stone in the Eastern District!"