On the way back, Fan Shengyi briefly told the dog's father the origin of himself and Yaoming. The dog's father saw the power of the two and knew that they were not ordinary people, so he deliberately took a detour and returned to the house after drinking on credit.

Sister Shen came out of the kitchen and saw them coming back with a happy face, and she was eighty percent sure in her heart: "How is it!" Can it be cured? ”

"Master Fan is simply a miracle doctor!" Dog's father smiled, "At first, when we went to see, Mr. Qu closed his eyes, but after Mr. Fan went to see it, he was able to sit up!" ”

After hearing this, Sister Shen's eyes widened, she had never seen such a miraculous thing, and she had heard the only old doctor in the village say that Mr. Qu had tuberculosis, and from her cognition, tuberculosis could not be cured.

As soon as Fan Sheng saw Sister Shen's surprise, he took the initiative to explain: "Mr. Qu has a depressed breath in his heart and lungs. ”

Sister Shen shouted: "Isn't it tuberculosis? ”

"What have you seen?" The dog's father laughed, and was about to say the next sentence, but suddenly wrinkled his face and sucked his nose in hard, "What's the smell?" ”

Sister Shen shouted, and then ran into the kitchen like the wind.

The dog's father sighed helplessly, let the dog go to the side to play, and he took Fanshengyi and Yaoming into the hall, and by the way, he talked about what he had just said.

"The land of more than a dozen of our families here is rented from Master Qu," said the dog's father, "Mr. Qu is the youngest son of Master Qu's family, and when he came with the master that day, he said that we don't even have a gentleman here to teach children, which really shouldn't be." Two days later, he brought Brother Yan and the two of them here. As he spoke, he scalded three teacups with hot water and laid them out in front of them in turn.

The dog's father said: "Mr. Qu took two silver taels to build a school, and found two literate people, and copied a few books for the children. Brother Yan came to tell us that anyone who wants their children to read and write can go to the school. ”

Fan Shengyi agreed: "Mr. Qu has really done a great good deed. ”

The dog's father nodded: "Yes, although we can't read, we can't let our dogs only know how to plant crops with their heads down for the rest of their lives." ”

Fansheng felt even more comfortable, most of the people I saw before did not have such a mind, and parents and teachers were indispensable to allowing their children to go to school. He smiled and nodded: "You are right, the eldest brother has a broad heart and a broad vision, which is really admirable to the younger brother." ”

"Ahem," the dog's father scratched the back of his head, and his sun-scorched dark skin was smeared with embarrassment, "where do I understand these big truths, this is what Mr. Qu told us." ”

While the two were talking, Sister Shen began to serve food to the table, with a smile on her face, and asked, "What are you talking about, so happy." ”

The dog who followed behind held a plate larger than his face in both hands, and looked cautiously ahead, but he did not forget that there was a stool at his side. When he was holding the plate to the table, he kicked his leg with his right foot, and his two hands could not hold the table, and the whole person was about to fall backwards, and the dog involuntarily let out a miserable scream. He closed his eyes, bared his teeth and waited for his ass to bloom.

At this moment, Yaoming quickly shot out with an expressionless face, and easily took the plate; Place your right knee on the dog's waist to keep him steady.

"Ah——!h The dog looked up and saw Yaoming's face, and barked in fright.

Sister Shen hurriedly pulled the dog up and said loudly: "What is it called!" Thank you Uncle Yao soon! ”

Yaoming's brows jumped, and his face became embarrassed. Fan Sheng stretched out his hand to block the corner of his mouth that could not be suppressed from rising, looking forward to Yaoming's next performance.

The dog family didn't notice it, in their eyes, Yaoming always had the same expression, and no one could see his current mood.

The dog stirred the corners of his clothes with both hands, scared and grateful: "Thank you, thank you, Uncle Yao." ”

Yaoming kept a straight face and said "um" casually, but as soon as Fan Sheng saw the discomfort in him, he said loudly: "It's okay, it's just a trivial matter." ”

The dog shrank behind Sister Shen and looked at Yaoming timidly. Yaoming also looked back at him, one big and one small, looking at each other. In the end, it was the dog who was afraid of Yaoming's own deterrent, and sat next to Fan Shengyi, obediently waiting for all the meals to be served.

The dog's father looked funny and said, "If Yao Gongzi comes to discipline him, I don't know how well-behaved he will become." ”

Yaoming's brows jumped again, he found that he really didn't agree with the people here, no matter who spoke, he couldn't help but make a move.

Sister Shen brought the last dish to the table, and when she heard this, she wiped the water stains on her hands with her apron and agreed: "That's right, Yao Gongzi sits there, which child in the whole village dares to mess around." ”

Fan Sheng held back a smile and nodded: "The benefits of loving a plate face." ”

Yaoming glanced up at Fan Sheng, and silently picked up his wine glass.

The four of them ate and drank, and soon ended lunch time. The dog's father was so drunk that his face was flushed, obviously he was happy, and he stood at the door and whispered to Fan Shengyi: "Master Fan, I will want you to take care of the two of you in this village in the future." ”

Yaoming stopped the dog's father's hand halfway, and Fan Sheng said sincerely: "It's just a trivial matter." ”

Yaoming said indifferently: "Let's go back." ”

The dog's father was used to Yaoming's determination, and seeing that his face was not good-looking, he didn't do much to keep him, just nodded and sent the two away.

At noon, the people in the village were resting at home after lunch, and only Yaoming and Fansheng were in the narrow alleyway, just like a black and a white on the dark yellow chessboard.

The two of them were silent all the way back to the house at the end of the village, Fan Sheng saw that Yaoming was unhappy, pursed his lips, and when he was making a draft in his abdomen to ask, he didn't expect the person opposite to be the first to speak.

"You really want to help the people of this village?"

As soon as Fansheng heard this, Chao Yaoming said the calculation in his heart: "The time of the human world and the demon world is different, and we can live here for a while. ”

"I ask you," said Yaoming, sitting in the courtyard, half-tilting his head, "do you really want to help them?" ”

Fan Sheng couldn't see it, so he had to nod honestly.

I only heard Yaoming gasp, followed by the loud sound of the stone mill exploding in the courtyard.

Fan Sheng stood in the courtyard, there was no fear in his eyes, only worry: "Don't be like this, Yaoming." ”

"Do you think they admire you?" Yaoming grabbed Fan Shengyi's shoulders, and the suppressed anger voice squeezed out of his throat, "They just think you're useful!" ”

"Do you think my mother was killed by the Demon Venerable?" Yaoming said coldly, "Wrong! She was forced to death by the gossip in this village! ”

Fansheng's pupils shrank, he swallowed his saliva, and didn't know how to react for a while.

"'A prostitute from nowhere, fleeing here with wild seeds', hahaha——!" Yaoming laughed maniacally, repeating what he had heard in the past, like a sharp blade, cutting the hearts of the two of them at all times.

"Yaoming, now, the people here haven't said it." Fansheng said.

Yaoming sneered, as if he had expected him to say something like this: "They are their descendants, and they should pay for their lives." ”

Fan Shengyi said calmly: "Yaoming, you don't want to kill innocents indiscriminately, do you?" If you really hate them, you did it when I left. ”

Yao Ming shook off his hands, and the scorching sword in his hand stretched out, and the demonic fire roared in the air, roaring out the anger in his master's heart.

Fan Sheng didn't have time to stabilize his figure, so he stumbled and hugged Yaoming's waist and hugged his back: "Don't complain, okay?" ”

The scorching flame knife disappeared in the air, and the scorching temperature receded, but Fan Shengyi still felt that demonic energy lingering around, and his two hands tightened: "Okay?" ”

Yaoming forcefully broke Fan Shengyi's hand, and the two of them could clearly hear the sound of bones intertwining. Fan Sheng couldn't wait to embed himself in his body, and called out again and again to Yaoming, who was trapped in the demonic barrier: "Yaoming. ”

One, two...... In the eighteenth stroke, Yaoming finally gave up the intention of fighting with Fan Shengyi, his big hand covered the back of Fansheng Yi's hand, Fansheng was pleasantly surprised, thinking that he had successfully persuaded Yaoming, his hands were about to relax, and the person who was surrounded suddenly exerted his strength, and his backhand was clasped at the joint of Fansheng Yi, and he lifted it up.

Fan Sheng was thrown out and smashed his back against the wall, but before he could come back to his senses, Yaoming had already appeared in front of him.

"Yao...... Not! Fan Shengyi's neck was choked by Yaoming, and he felt the green tendons on the man's arm, but he didn't hear the sound of the laryngeal bone breaking.

Yaoming lowered his head and pressed against Fan Shengyi's forehead, allowing him to clearly see the anger in his eyes: "Why! Why aren't you on my side! ”

Fan Sheng grabbed Yaoming's wrist with both hands, knowing that he was in anger at the moment, and did not resist fiercely: "Yaoming, it has been a hundred years, and now there is another dispute, which is nothing more than adding innocent souls. ”

"Shut up!" Yaoming scolded indignantly.

Fan Sheng pursed his lips and pondered for a while before saying, "Didn't you bring me here to understand the happy knot?" ”

Yaoming yelled and raised his fist.

Fan Sheng closed his eyes and turned his head sideways, ready to accept everything. It would be great if beating himself up would get him out of the barrier.

But—the expected fist didn't land on his face, but grazed his cheek and hammered against the wall.

As soon as Fan Sheng opened his eyes, he was about to check Yaoming's injuries, but the man grabbed him by the waist and buckled him to his chest.

"You ......" Fan Sheng opened his mouth, and was kissed by Yaoming, kissing like using all the strength of this life, the pain was numb, Fansheng closed his eyes in resignation, his hands slowly slipped down, and hugged Yaoming's shoulders from back to front.

The man who broke away from his resentment vented all his intense emotions to the man who brought him rebirth.

A moist feeling suddenly came from his face, and when Fan Sheng opened his eyes, he thought that what he saw was a gloomy sky, but he didn't expect it to be a fragile gaze.

Yaoming's eyelashes were covered with water droplets, and Fan Sheng touched his forehead and sighed softly, "That's fine." ”

"You ......" The words that were about to be swallowed back were swallowed back, Yaoming and the others wiped away their tears and said vaguely, "Why?" ”

Fan Sheng held Yaoming's cheek and gently dropped a kiss on his eyelids, but did not say the answer. He knew that when he said this, he would definitely make waves.

Yaoming only reacted at this time, and pressed Fan Shengyi to see the wound on his neck.

Fan Sheng brushed his hand away and said with a smile: "I'm fine, it's just that I suffered from this stone mill." ”

Yaoming looked at the stone mill that had long been broken into stones, and his face was slightly hot: "Something that is not needed." After speaking, he stretched out his hand and gestured in the air, and as soon as Fan Sheng saw something like an enchantment in the wall dissolve, he looked at Yaoming curiously.

Yaoming lowered his head to handle the stones, and explained in a muffled voice, "After I returned from the Demon Realm, I have established an enchantment here, and no one can demolish this house. ”

Fan Sheng understood it and walked over to help him deal with it: "If you can't let it go, let's get out of here." ”

Yaoming shook his head, didn't speak, and returned to his previous cold expression. He carried the huge stone and walked outside, but this time Fan Shengyi did not stop him.

Fan Shengyi quietly looked at Yaoming's back, he should have given him a little time, he needed to calm down by himself. Fan Sheng sat in the courtyard, looking at the sky with half-squinted eyes.

Why, Yaoming's expression of expectation and fear appeared in his mind.

The answer that I almost said didn't make me afraid.

He has traveled in the human world for hundreds of years and has not experienced "love", but he has developed feelings for the demon who should be the opposite of him.

Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he grabbed his collar and breathed in the fresh air.

Wrong, or right.

Delusion, or epiphany.

Liberation is also an obstacle.

Fanshengyi's mind became extremely confused, and even the color of the sky seemed to be invisible.

"Fan Gongzi, Fan Gongzi?"

At this time, a person's shout sounded in his ears, waking up Fan Shengyi, who had almost fallen into the fog.

Fan Sheng frowned slightly, looked at the person standing at the door, and was a little surprised: "It's you?" "I want to talk about "Villain Love Guidelines" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~