Take a fairy back to the city

In the pavilion of Zhulinju, the night breeze is gentle, the mist is misty, and chatting and laughing are lively between drinking and drinking.

In addition to preparing a sumptuous banquet for Zang Yiyouren and Mu Yunfeng, Meizhuhua.He also brought Immortal Spring Spirit Fruit to Fancanghai, which is a fruit very suitable for people who live in bigu.

Fan Canghai ate two pills and gave a rare compliment.

Mei Zhuhua hadn't seen Fan Canghai for many years, and she was always eloquent during the banquet, as if she had returned to her girlhood, smiling like a flower.

Zang Yiyou, who was sitting in the distance, poked Mu Yunfeng next to him, and said in amazement: "Fan Canghai sacrificed a lot tonight! I'm afraid I won't be able to protect him at the end of the festival!"

Mu Yunfeng dealt with the food in front of him silently, without much appetite, and ignored Zang Yiyou.

"Tsk tsk, it's worth it if you can get a ghost leaf lotus, anyway, this woman is not ugly." Zang Yiyou convinced himself.

Fan Canghai calmly listened to Mei Zhuhua's words, and occasionally turned his head to look aside. From his angle, he could only see Zang Yiyou's burly figure.

He lowered his head and took a sip of his wine, and when he raised his head again, Zang Yiyou and Mu Yunfeng had disappeared.

Those two people found a quiet place by themselves, and each carried a jug of wine to drink.

"Brother Mu, your drinking capacity has improved! It's better than last time." Zang Yiyou couldn't help but praised Mu Yunfeng, seeing that Mu Yunfeng's face was not flushed or his heart was beating after drinking for a long time.

"It's better than you." Mu Yunfeng said in a low voice, looking at the quiet distant mountains.

Without the moon, the visibility in the distance is naturally very low.

"Unexpectedly, these monsters are quite united, and this little demon king really responds to everyone." Zang Yiyou recognized Mei Zhuhua for the rare first time.

Mu Yunfeng asked: "Little Demon King, what about the Great Demon King? Is he the son of the Demon God you mentioned?"

"Of course." When it comes to Zang Yiyou, the son of the demon god, his tone is full of admiration, and he said with some regret, "But after he came to the illusion, he has already lived in seclusion. I don't know where he is."

"Has no one seen him?"

"Yes, but that person is also a reclusive fairy teacher. I went to him many times, but I couldn't see the demon king."

"Who is he?"

"A great immortal master who lives in seclusion in the snowy mountains at dusk, is colder than flying."

Mu Yunfeng was a little curious: "Could it be Mo Xi's brother Han?"

"Oh yes, he really hurts Mo Xi."

"Why doesn't Fan Canghai let Mo Xi go to him?"

"He's small-minded, he's always afraid that Han Yufei will take Moxi away and won't let him go back." Zang Yiyou said with a smile.

Mu Yunfeng took a sip of the wine, the pungent taste of the wine paralyzed his tongue, and he swallowed the irritation down his throat.

The two of them chatted for a long time without knowing it, and before they knew it, it was already late at night.

Mei Zhuhua came over and said, "Young masters, there are two guest houses to the east, I'll take you there."

Zang Yiyou pretended to be flattered and said, "Master Meizhuhua, you can just send someone to do this kind of thing. How can we afford it?"

She seemed to be in a good mood, and said: "Mr. Fan has already rested in the guest house on the west side, I'll come to tell you by the way." She led the way ahead.

"Fan Canghai alone?"

Mei Zhuhua didn't answer him, but said: "Hurry up and follow, I still have to send spiritual herbs to Mr. Fan."

This meant that she was going to Fan Canghai's inn soon, the two men couldn't understand, and Zang Yiyou was amazed.

Mei Zhuhua was in a good mood, no matter what Zang Yiyou asked, she would answer them friendly, and the two of them had a lively chat in front of them.

Mu Yunfeng walked behind, then suddenly turned around and walked back.The latter two have not noticed that one is missing.

Mu Yunfeng gritted his teeth, heaving a sigh of relief in his heart, when he arrived at the guest house, he kicked open the two doors viciously, rushed in and shouted: "Fan Canghai!"

He looked left and right, but he didn't find anyone there. The guest house was very spacious, and the layout was clean and elegant.

"Are you looking for me?"

Someone behind him quietly asked, Mu Yunfeng was startled, isn't Fan Canghai standing behind him?

Now that I saw it, Mu Yunfeng was speechless again, but looked at him with his eyes wide open.

Fan Canghai was still dressed neatly, and looked over with a half-smile, with a calm look on his face.It seems that he has already seen the mind of the young man.

In the past, Mu Yunfeng would have started to make jokes, but now he is in a particularly bad mood, unhappy, and this time he actually lost his temper.He sat down on the bed and didn't leave.

"You want to rest here?" Fan Canghai asked him.

He didn't speak, just stared at him from the bottom up.

"You drank a lot of wine, but you didn't get drunk?" the Great Immortal Master said quite appreciatively.

"I drink well." The young man finally spoke.

"The wine here is not tasty enough, it's normal if you don't get drunk."

"It's because I drink too much," he said emphatically.

"Okay, you drink well."

Only then was he satisfied, but he still sat on the bed motionless.

There was a sound of hurried footsteps outside, and Mei Zhuhua walked in. She saw Mu Yunfeng on the bed at a glance, and then looked at Fan Canghai standing there, and said quickly, "Mr. Mu, why did you come here? Come back quickly." Go east, don't disturb Mr. Fan's rest."

Mu Yunfeng didn't look at her, and sat on his own, very domineering.

Mei Zhuhua was in a hurry and was going to pull him, but Fan Canghai stretched out his hand to block him, and he said, "Don't worry about him, he's always been with me, and he's not used to being separated suddenly. You should also rest earlier."

"He's with you?" Mei Zhuhua had a complex expression, unwilling to believe it.

Fan Canghai gave her a positive look.

"This..." Mei Zhuyu wanted to say something, but Fan Canghai gently pushed her out, and she was too embarrassed to stay here, so she accepted the closed door abruptly.

Mu Yunfeng didn't expect him to do this, and he was finally happy in his heart. Seeing that the door was closed, he deliberately said, "Did I spoil your good deed?"

Fan Canghai walked over to him, and after a while, sat down on the side of the bed.The two stared at each other for a while.

"Are you still drinking?"

"You have?"

Fan Canghai took out the wish bag and took out a bottle of wine.

"You still hide wine?" Mu Yunfeng was amazed, and took it over to have a look, "This is from home, why did you bring it here?"

"Is there any reason not to go out with wine?"

Indeed, the wishful bag has unlimited space without adding weight. At the beginning, Fan Canghai put Mu Yunfeng into the wishful bag and brought it back to Guhuai.Very convenient.

Mu Yunfeng pulled out the stopper, raised his head and drank it.When it was finished, he handed it to him, Fan Canghai took it with a smile, and also took a big gulp.

The wine at home is different, the taste is strong and mellow, the two of you drink it one by one.

The wine was hot, and Mu Yunfeng became more courageous. He asked, "Fan Canghai, is what you said during the day true?"

"Which sentence?"

"Why do you swear?"

Fan Canghai did not answer, but instead asked, "Do you care?"

"Don't mind me asking you why?"

Fan Canghai sighed, holding the hip flask in a daze.

The two of them got close, and Mu Yunfeng's heart surged, and with his drunkenness, he plunged into his arms cruelly, and buried his face in his chest.

If you are sober, you will definitely hesitate, how dare you be so willful?

Fan Canghai sat stiffly, as if he hadn't prepared himself mentally yet, a slight warmth came from his arms, which made his already cold body feel inexplicable comfort.

"Aren't you afraid of the cold?"

"I'm a stove." After a pause, he continued, "Tell me what's wrong with your body? Why is it so cold? Why is there Fanfan?" Fanfan is Fan Canghai's second personality.

Obviously, this is a question that is not easy to get the answer from Fan Canghai's mouth, even though Mu Yunfeng is very anxious.

Sure enough, he said, "Mu Yunfeng, why did you come to the illusion?"

"I... I am very happy to come to the illusion. The purpose of meeting you is not important anymore. Fan Canghai, do you understand?" Mu Yunfeng no longer wanted to hide it, his heart already belonged to him.

Therefore, he simply explained what happened during the day: "When I was confused by the fox, I didn't talk to others..."

His lips were blocked, and Fan Canghai put his finger on his lips, signaling him not to speak.

"I know, who does Mu Yunfeng want Fan Canghai to marry?"

Mu Yunfeng was stunned, he didn't expect Fan Canghai to see through it! "how do you know?"

Fan Canghai smiled without saying a word.

The young man was misunderstood by everyone as a dream, and married a lovely little wife.Fan Canghai saw it clearly, which moved him to the point where tears filled his eyes, and if he could, he would have burst into tears.

He hugged him tighter, his white hair was stroked by him, enjoying the tenderness brought by the touch.

At this moment, no matter how strong the alcohol was, Mu Yunfeng did not allow himself to fall asleep, and said, "Since you know, you should understand my intentions?"

Fan Canghai sighed, as if there was an invisible heavy mountain pressing down on him, making him unable to talk about love and hate like ordinary people.

Mu Yunfeng continued to attack his defensive line: "No matter what the original intention of meeting is, the current me is a brand new me!"

The original intention of the encounter was that Mu Yunfeng was forced by the man in black to come to Misty Illusion, to have feelings for Fan Canghai and to break the imprint behind him.Mu Yunfeng hesitated and decided to tell him that maybe Fan Canghai could see through the conspiracy behind this mission.

"Fan Canghai, I won't hide it from you anymore." He came out of his arms, sat up straight, looked at him with a pair of clear eyes and said, "They should be members of the three major families of the present age, and they let me in just to get close to you , Said that as long as you get your affection, you can get rid of that mark, which is what you call 'shougong sand'."

I don't know how Fan Canghai will feel?Mu Yunfeng has no idea, maybe he no longer believes in himself...

Unexpectedly, Fan Canghai's expression didn't change much, he said, "I know."

Mu Yunfeng's eyes widened: "How do you know?"

Fan Canghai smiled, with a bitter smile, and said, "If I have any value to a demon hunter, it must be the imprint of my soul."

"What is a soul imprint?"

"Get my affection, after the first night, my soul imprint will be imparted to you, and you will live forever."

When he said it plainly, Mu Yunfeng was taken aback and couldn't believe his ears for a long time.

It took a long time for Mu Yunfeng to wake up, and quickly asked: "It was passed on to me, so what can they do?" As soon as he finished speaking, he understood that it is not easy to get it from Fan Canghai, but it is not easy to get it from others. Not necessarily.

Like Mu Yunfeng, with two relatives in his hands, he has to be obedient. Isn't the soul imprint easy to get?

"Then why me? What about the other heirs? They haven't looked for you? They haven't dared to come for 1000 years? They should be very rare about this soul imprint, right?"

He resumed the curious baby mode again, and a series of questions came out without thinking.

Fan Canghai looked at him like this, thought it was funny, stroked his white hair fondly, and said: "Things like fate can be calculated, if other people don't have a destiny with me, it's not for me to come in." Is the fairy sword offering sacrifices?"

"Is it because I have a destiny with you?" This answer made the young man inexplicably... happy.

Fan Canghai smiled wryly again, his eyes suddenly became hazy, as if he had returned to the ancient times, full of mixed feelings.

For a while, he didn't recall the past, but just stroked Mu Yunfeng's face with his hands, and looked at his eyebrows and eyes carefully, as if he was looking at an old man, an ancient person who made him think about it for thousands of years.

Mu Yunfeng noticed that his eyes were moist, the thousand-year-old Demon Lord actually had tears in his eyes.