Devil’s Advent

　　 After eating breakfast, he received a wave of "map vision development" brought by Blind North. Zheng Fan walked back to the backyard after strolling around in the front hall.

　　 Zheng Fan feels like a dog,

　　 only dared to wander in a small area that he was familiar with, but didn't dare to run out, and he didn't even have the courage to do the pee enclosure that ordinary dogs like to do.

　　 Although running out now, maybe the only good thing is that you can now see the authentic ancient city without being promoted to buy flower cakes or pay for the maintenance of the ancient city.

　　 But in the inn, there is a little girl who eats and drinks, and there seems to be no need to go out for a walk.

The layout of the row of bungalows in the backyard is like this. In the center, there is a small living room. In the past few times, everyone had dinner together in this small hall. On the west side of the small hall, Zheng Fan’s bedroom was used. More on the side.

　　 When Zheng Fan wandered back, he saw a busy little figure in the small hall.

The dining table in the 　　 small hall was removed, and replaced by a larger and thicker wooden table.

　　 Xue Sanzheng knelt on the wooden table and held a tool in his hand to carve quickly, a roll of wooden flowers fell out, and the air was filled with the aroma of wooden rolls.

　　 "Lord."

　　 Xue San raised his head, smiled at Zheng Fan, and then lowered his head to continue the work in his hands.

　　 "Is this making a sand table?"

　　 Zheng Fan glanced at the carved place, and he could see that the central area should be Tiger Head City, and the surrounding area was the terrain around Tiger Head City.

　　 "The Lord's eyes are sharp."

Xue San first offered a flattery, and continued: "What the blind man told me to do, some details still need to be added, and now I will carve out a general idea. Our next goal is to gain a foothold in Tiger Head City. So, first The strategic sandbox is also for future convenience."

　　 "Oh, that's really hard for you."

　　 "This is what the subordinates should do."

　　 Xue San wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeves, and then continued his work.

　　 Zheng Fan stood by and watched, and at the same time helped deliver the tools several times.

　　 When Xue San stopped to drink water or look at the reference object several times, his lips were pursed and he wanted to say something, but when the words reached his lips, he didn't know what to say.

　　Similar to the usual stuffy gourd of A Ming and Liang Cheng, you can easily give people a feeling of "sincerity", "not easy" and "very sincere" if you speak a little bit.

　　 And for people like Xue San who usually slap horses, laugh and talk, maybe it's because they are so good at talking scenes, and when they really want you to say something that can move people, they don't know how to speak.

　　 Fortunately, I have something to do, so I don’t have to worry about the embarrassment of "the air is suddenly quiet".

　　 However, everything is relative and in a state of mutual influence.

　　 After experiencing the "seeking hug" of A Ming, Liang Cheng, and the blind man north this morning, Zheng Fan seems to have also received some subtle influences.

　　 When leaving the small hall, Zheng Fan reached out and patted Xue San on the shoulder.

　　 "You continue to be busy, I will go to see elsewhere."

　　 Slap on the shoulder seems to be the magical skill of the superior, whether you have learned it before, but when you get to that position, it seems that you can always learn this way without cost.

　　 Moreover, watching Xue San busy by the side, Zheng Fan always feels a sense of guilt driving child labor.

　　 Xue San was stunned on the wooden table, even if Zheng Fan had left the small hall, he still did not move.

　　 There was a warm touch on his shoulders, and in the midst of it, there seemed to be a line, from the original non-existent to gradually clear, and then back to non-existent.

　　 From the three-dimensional self to the two-dimensional picture, it goes over and over again, constantly changing.

　　 faintly,

　　 Looking at a person, he is at his desk, bit by bit, weaving his own existence.

　　 "Ahem..."

　　 Xue San suddenly coughed violently.

The wooden table is also in danger of overturning because of his shaking. In order to avoid being destroyed by his work this morning, Xue San resolutely chose to take the initiative to turn over and jump off the wooden table. It is much better to do useless work.

　　 However,

　　 Xue San's figure suddenly stagnated in mid-air. This was only a moment of stagnation, but Xue San's face was shocked.

　　 followed closely,

　　 is all the joints up and down the body, as if they have begun to fine-tune,

　　 After the stagnation disappears,

　　 slightly exerted force at the waist,

　　 The whole person actually changed the direction of the fall in an instant,

　　 feet,

　　 fell steadily on the ground,

　　 And,

　　 did not make any unnecessary sounds,

　　 Even the dust on the floor tiles was not splashed in the slightest.

　　 After landing, Xue San took a deep breath and spit it out again. Then, he couldn't help sticking out his tongue and licked his lips hard.

　　 "Pattern!"

　　 The tool in his hand fell to the ground.

　　 Xue San covered his mouth with his left hand,

"Ha ha……"

　　 At first, it was just a suppressed voice.

　　 "Hey hey..."

　　 to the end,

　　 "Hahahaha!!"

　　 smile,

　　From image to volume,

　　 began to become arrogant gradually.

　　……

　　 When he opened the door of his room, Zheng Fan seemed to hear Xue San's laugh, but before he had time to react, he was bounced away at this dazed effort.

　　 is very embarrassing,

　　The volleyball manufacturer should pay great attention to the requirements of excellent quality

　　 Even though it’s a bit years and months since the date of manufacture

　　 But their elasticity and the resulting toughness are still stunned.

　　 This also caused Zheng Fan... to be bounced away, as if he had jumped off the box-spring bed.

　　Duang!

　　 "Lord, are you okay?"

　　 Siniang's voice came.

　　 Zheng Fan staggered back a few steps before stabilizing his figure, only then saw Feng Si Niang standing at the door at the moment when he opened the door, she should have been in her room before.

　　 "Si Niang, you are here."

"Lord, I'm here to give you clothes. In the past half a year, I took the time to make several sets of clothes by myself, but because the Lord hasn't woke up, I didn't really try to wear them. Generally, it should be a good fit, but You still need to stand up and try it on yourself before I can make some minor changes."

"okay."

　　 Zheng Fan followed Feng Siniang into the house, and under the guidance of Feng Siniang, tried on the clothes one by one.

　　 Siniang holding a ruler and a small ink pen in his hands, carefully recording the changes to be made.

　　 The clothes made by Si Niang are basically based on sweaters, but they add a lot of elements from this era, they are loose and do not feel fat at all.

Hutou City is adjacent to the desert and has a lot of wind and sand. In order to cover the wind and sand, many people wear robes and other generous clothes. In addition, there are also many foreign caravans. The clothes of those people actually look like the modern ones that Zheng Fan wore in the past two days. There is no particularly big difference in the sweater.

　　Think about it, Ah Ming can continue to insist on his worn-out tuxedo, which is enough to show that there is no such thing as fancy dress in this place.

　　 Try on the last dress, take off, and put on his first dress, Zheng Fan said with some emotion:

　　 "Thank you, Siniang."

　　 "This is what the subordinates should do. Whoever allows the master to subordinate, is a woman in the slave family. If you have any needs, just tell the slave family that the slave family will satisfy the master."

　　Feng Siniang's smiles and smiles are all with a charm that penetrates into the bones.

　　 However, Zheng Fan didn't have any other thoughts at this moment, just opened his mouth:

　　 "When I was young, I was always envious that other children could buy and try on new clothes under the leadership of my mother."

　　 Feng Si Niang was taken aback when he heard the words.

　　 These demon kings have a certain understanding of Zheng Fan, but it is impossible to understand that deeply.

Zheng Fan took a breath. UU read www.uukanshu.com and smiled, and said, "My mother divorced my dad not long after giving birth to me. It is said that she went to Guangdong and found another home. I haven't come back to see me again. My dad is a truck driver. He is often away from home for a long time, and he doesn't have the time and patience to buy clothes with me.

　　 Later, he had a car accident, and the people were gone, so I would never have the opportunity to have my elders go shopping with him. "

　　 There was a touch of melancholy on Feng Siniang's face, she stretched out her hand slowly, and grabbed Zheng Fan's hands.

　　 She knows that she may lack love in the depths of her heart.

　　 "Lord, Siniang is a little older and she is not a little girl anymore. As long as you like it, Siniang... Siniang can play the role of the lord's mother.

　　Lord, what you want to do to your mother, the slave can cooperate, role-playing, but the slave is very good at it. "

"Ok?……"

　　 Zheng Fan was taken aback.

　　Before, Zheng Fan felt that he was obsessed with horror themes and he was a bit heavy compared to normal people, but facing these demon kings, Zheng Fan really felt that he was still too pure.

　　 Also, I often feel that I am not perverted enough to blend in with them.

　　 "Squeak!"

　　 The door of the room was pushed open, breaking the atmosphere created by Feng Si Niang in the room at this time.

　　 At the door, there is the blind man north.

Ah ah ah ah ah!

　　Feng Si Niang was very angry and pointed directly at the blind man North and cursed:

　　 "Dead blind man, you won't knock on the door before you come in!"

　　 Blind man Bei heard the words, stretched out his finger and knocked on the door several times.

　　 "Dodo Do..."

　　 immediately,

　　 opened the mouth and said:

　　 "Something happened at the entrance of the inn, oh Kassan."