The old city lord Fu hit the wall and fell to the ground, Song Lin and a few people couldn't stop him, and Shu He subconsciously exclaimed.

"That's—"

The lord of the city.

He blinked innocently, pursed his lips in disbelief, and slowly turned around to look around.

There was no one here, and the old city lord Fu knew that no one knew what they were talking about, so he transferred the people in the courtyard long before Shu Nong and them came back.

Except for the old city lord himself, there was no one to help him.

Very good.

Shu He sighed slightly, the time and place are favorable, and people are also peaceful.

Before the old city lord Fu got up, Shu Nong had already turned around and left the house.

Shu He took one last look at the old city lord, who was hunched over his waist, leaning against the wall and getting up little by little, coughing up two mouthfuls of blood in a low voice.

His aunt and grandmother were not light-hearted.

Shu and thought.

But the old city lord Fu always lowered his eyebrows, as if he didn't have the slightest intention of resisting.

He didn't know what was going on in the secret realm, he could only know a rough idea from Song Lin's simple description.

It's a pity that his daughter, who has a love entanglement with the demons, has practiced for several years, and is a young city lord who is deeply loved and has high hopes by several people.

His grandson, who was born with demons and almost lost control, was also a young city lord who sheltered the people and was praised by everyone.

Shu He opened his eyes, quickened his pace, and was about to raise his foot to cross the threshold-

"There are many capable people in the world-" Fu Old City Lord said hoarsely.

Shu He paused slightly, and listened to him continue: "The same is true of Dusk Cloud, the next city lord will no longer have the surname Fu. ”

Shu He glanced back at him, and kept up with Shu Nong's steps in silence.

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Mu Lingling's family wanted to thank them, but Dusk Cloud City was so big, Shu Nong didn't deliberately appear, they couldn't find anyone at all.

Shu Nong stayed in Dusk Cloud City for a few more days, and then arrived at the Thousand Lights Festival in Dusk Cloud City.

Fu Yang is still sick, and this Thousand Lights Festival can only be hosted by Fu Old City.

Shu Nong pulled Yan Changan and them to stay for a few more days for the Thousand Lights Festival.

She herself doesn't have much desire for the Thousand Lights Festival, but adhering to the saying that she has come here, she feels that staying a few more days can be considered relaxing.

The Thousand Lights Festival runs from morning to night, shopping during the day to make lights, and shopping at night to put lights.

Except for the two fixed things of making lamps and putting lanterns, there is actually no custom for the Thousand Lantern Festival.

Lovers meet, family reunion, marriage, peace...... In the Thousand Lights Festival, you can do what you want.

When Yan Changan came over, Shu Nong was crawling on the stall to paint.

There are many people on the streets, and there are endless stalls selling food and goods, and those selling lamps, whether they are shops or stalls, are overcrowded.

Yan Changan squeezed to Shu Nong's side and sat down, and when the stall owner saw him coming, he took out a blank piece of paper and a pen from the stall, and put them in front of Yan Changan with a smile.

Yan Changan was not interested in this matter and was about to refuse, but Shu Nong raised his eyes to look at him.

She smiled and bent her eyes slightly: "It's all here, you have to wait for me anyway, it's better to draw one." ”

Yan Changan still wanted to refuse, Shu Nong's mouth deflated slightly, his hand paused, but he still picked up the pen.

She has been in a low mood these days, and it is rare to have such a good mood, and he really can't defeat her happiness.

Yan Changan thought.

The paint prepared by the stall owner was complete in color, and Yan Changan didn't know what to paint for a while, so he tilted his head to look at the paper in Shu Nong's hand.

“……”

Yan Changan blinked.

If he was not mistaken, she seemed to be trying to draw a thousand lights of twilight on such a piece of paper.

It's the picture that I don't know from someone who drew the grand occasion of the Thousand Lights Festival in Twilight City.

"You ......"

He wanted to speak, but he stopped.

The goddaughter of the Shu family is terrifying.

(End of chapter)