Hei Ku's face was a little ugly, and before entering, no one had told him that there was such a crisis

Ximu seemed to be worried about frightening the two newcomers, and said with a gentle smile: "Actually, you don't have to be too nervous, under normal circumstances, nothing evil will happen." ”

Feng Qinglang had already walked towards that Fan Gao, he was not walking fast, trying to keep pace with most people on the street, and at the same time carefully sensing the spiritual aura around him, perhaps the reason why Fan Gao's spiritual origin was too bright, he didn't feel other spiritual origins.

This poor colleague has completely integrated into this shijie, thinking that he is a member of this shijie, feeling that someone is standing in front of him, and he is playing hard, maybe today's lunch will be all on this "bosom friend".

The sound of the piano was full of sour taste, as if he was pouring out the misfortunes of the pianist's life, Feng Qinglang's musical attainments were not high, and he didn't want to waste too much time, so he smiled and said: "You play the piano well, what's your name?"

"Lao Yu is just a down-and-out artist, and his name is no longer important to Lao Yu......" Fan Gao's expression was full of loneliness.

"I want to know, tell me" Feng Qing's tone exuded an aura of a superior person.

This startled Fan Gao, and he hurriedly said: "The old man vaguely remembers that his former name was Fan Gao. ”

Feng Qinglang's heart moved, he subconsciously still remembered his name, and he was still using his name, at this time, a haode signal, if he said another name, Feng Qinglang left decisively.

At this time, Mentor Ximu was already looking at him on the side, hinting not to be in a hurry, every newcomer who came in wanted to find a breakthrough from Fan Gao, and there were a few times when he almost made a mess.

But Feng Qinglang pretended not to see it, regained his gentleness, and said, "Fan Gao, I want to invite you to drink two cups."

On the contrary, Ximu put his mind at ease, Fan Gao in this illusion shijie still retains the habitual vigilance of the real shijie Fan Gao, whenever there is an invitation from a stranger who wants to ask for a drink, he will often refuse, and try to avoid talking to this person again.

Sure enough, Fan Gao's attitude suddenly became much more indifferent, and he shook his head and said, "Your Excellency, I still have to run for today's livelihood." ”

Feng Qinglang turned his head and glanced at the fruit stall next to him, the currency traded here is an independent currency issued by the Phantom Thunder Empire, which is different from the common currency of the Stigmata Continent, the most obvious feature is that the edge of the silver coin is engraved with the pattern of thunder and lightning, he quickly swept around, and really couldn't see the appearance of a higher value gold coin, so he used the silver coin as a model to speculate, but in the blink of an eye, a handful of silver coins had appeared in his hand, and smashed into the upside-down top hat in front of Fan Gao.

Ximu changed color for it, he realized that he had never underestimated Feng Qinglang, a young illusionist, but entering an unfamiliar illusion shijie, he could simulate the currency inside so quickly, this talent was too terrifying, you know, he had been here for so long, and he dared to imagine a small amount of currency to use, or the lowest value of copper coins Of course, now he is more thinking about withdrawing at any time, once there is any flaw in these silver coins, there will definitely be something messy in the illusion shijie.

Seeing Fan Gao hang down, pick up his top hat, and rub the silver coin with his hand, Ximu's heart hung nervously, once he found out that it was a counterfeit coin, then what would happen here immediately, a meteorite rain, a hurricane that swept Shijie?

Unexpectedly, Fan Gao's face was full of shock, and he muttered: "These are enough for me to live a good life for a few years......"

Feng Qinglang knew that the other party would never refuse him arrogantly, if Fan Gao was this kind of person, he would not be willing to serve in the Bi family, he said: "Your Excellency Fan Gao, can we go and drink two cups now?"

"Yes, of course you can," Fan Gao nodded repeatedly.

He heard the sound of footsteps behind Feng Qinglang, and the habitual vigilance in his subconscious still made him dare to ask: "However, these two people next to you are ......?"

Feng Qinglang said lightly: "My two retinues." ”

Fan Gao was relieved, and Ximu and Heiku pinched their noses and recognized.

In the tavern behind Fan Gao, Fan Gao tried to maintain his demeanor at first, but with Feng Qinglang's encouragement, he had become like a wolf and a tiger, quickly sweeping the food in front of him, and after sweeping away the remnant clouds, his face was full of satisfaction.

Ximu and Hei Ku glanced at each other casually, and both secretly smiled bitterly, this peer is indeed too lost, in reality, he is still supported by the Bi family, just an ignorant and unconscious vegetative person, lying in the room next to the ward...... But in the illusion shijie, he was very satisfied with a full meal, and his face was full of gratitude.

Feng Qinglang smiled and said: "Your Excellency Fan Gao, I heard that your piano sound is full of melancholy, could it be that you are a person with a story?"

Fan Gao shook his head and sighed: "It's hard to say." ”

"I want to hear about it"

So, His Excellency Fan Gao began to tell his story, he was a court luthier, amazingly talented, even the princess was fascinated by his music, but unfortunately attracted the envy of others, designed to frame him, knocked him to the dust, and lost his eyes, and since then he has fallen into the world, and has become a blind old man today......

This story was told in the gut, and tears flowed, but when I heard it, Ximu couldn't help but stare at it, what is this, after your kid is lost, he will directly become a performing pianist near the fixed teleportation channel, the subconscious is really a terrible thing, directly help him fill in the past experience, and it is all golden, even if he is down, he can be proudly down.

It is rare that Feng Qinglang still smiled gently: "It turns out that we are fortunate to share the table with the most haode violinist in the world, come, and have another glass"

For Feng Qinglang and the three of them, the wine here can be said to be a thousand cups of not drunk, because they know that everything here is illusory, but for Fan Gao, this is everything to him, cup after cup, he has begun to be confused, the wine is repeated, and the mouth keeps muttering and repeating, if he can do it all over again, how will he ......

Feng Qinglang listened with a smile all the time, and did not seem to be impatient at all, but Ximu was secretly excited, for Fan Gao, their illusionist team had also done a lot of work, but it was the first time that Fan Gao could get drunk.

Perhaps, Fan Gao had been in contact with Bi Yuntian's spiritual origin, and had understood the truth of this shijie before he was lost, if there was a chance to wake him up, or retreat to the second, he could get some key information from his mouth and unravel this illusion shijie, there would be great hope.

Seeing that Fan Gao was getting more and more drunk, he couldn't help but ask: Your Excellency Fan Gao, what do you think this shijie is like?"

Fan Gao's face was even more confused, which is equivalent to someone asking himself in reality, what do you think this shijie is? This is too difficult to answer, right......

So, he changed his sitting posture, his vigilance re-emerged, he trembled and wanted to stand up, and said with a smile: "Respect Your Excellency, the old man must be drunk and full of nonsense, so I still retired first." ”

Feng Qinglang couldn't help glaring at Ximu, raised his hand to press Fan Gao again, and said with a smile: "The ancient sages have a saying, wine is less than a thousand cups of confidants, I still want to hear the story of Mr., let's continue to drink"

Hei Ku also knew that this was a rare opportunity, thinking of the millions of honorarium for completing the task, he felt that his blood was boiling, and he hurriedly helped, and used all his skills to leave Fan Gao behind.

Nishiki understood that he was in a hurry, so he hurriedly punished himself with laughter for three glasses, and pretended to burp a wine, which can be said to be a hard performance.

Fan Gaocai reluctantly sat down again, but under the enthusiasm of the three of them, he quickly re-entered the state, drunken and hazy recounting the past that never existed.

When he was about to get drunk, he already regarded Feng Qinglang as the only confidant in his life, and there had never been such a person who was willing to listen to his every voice quietly, and could always respond with a sentence or two appropriately, and every time he could speak to his heart.

And now, his bosom friend finally made his voice out for the first time: "Your Excellency Fan Gao, do you believe that there are gods on this shijie?"

According to the previous conversation, Feng Qinglang has basically determined that Fan Gao is a theist, and this view will not cause him to be disgusted.

"I believe, I heard that they all have their own spokespeople in the mortal world, only... It's a pity that I never saw ......

Feng Qinglang lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "If I say that I am one of the spokesmen of the God of Destiny in the mortal world, do you believe it?"

Fan Gao hahadaxiao got up, drunkenness, and said presumptuously: "Your Excellency Wen Ruyu, I... I'm sure you must be an amazing person, you... You say that you are a prince, and I want to believe it, but you are an angel of God.

Feng Qinglang still smiled and said: "My task this time is to find those who are worthy of giving the goddess a chance, give them a chance to be reborn, and see if they can grasp their fate and truly prove themselves."

Feng Qinglang's voice was full of bewitching charm, under the paralysis of alcohol, that voice seemed to be able to guide Fan Gao into those most beautiful fantasies, such as being reborn, those missed red faces, those missed opportunities, will be grasped again one by one.

Fan Gao only felt that his voice had become astringent, and even his voice had become trembling: "Your Excellency Wen Ruyu, don't... No kidding. ”

Feng Qinglang said calmly: "I'm not joking, and fate also forces you to make a choice, you listen ......"

For Ximu and Hei Ku on the side, everything around them was normal, but for Fan Gao, he could hear a noise outside the tavern, and there was a faint officer asking, "...... Listen, we're the old blind man of the Praetorian Guard, the guy who plays the ukulele, who committed a felony in the imperial capital many years ago, and must be arrested."

“...... It was as if he had met a rich man and had been invited into a tavern to drink. ”

Fan Gao's face suddenly became extremely pale, he still came, he had escaped for so many years, thinking that they had forgotten about himself, but he didn't expect them to come......