The devil is coming

Chapter 14 Something Happened
After eating breakfast and receiving a wave of "map vision expansion" brought by Blind Man Bei, Zheng Fan walked around the front hall and then walked back to the backyard.
Zheng Fan felt like a dog,
He only dares to wander in a small area that he is familiar with, but does not dare to run out. He does not even have the courage to do the peeing enclosure that ordinary dogs like to do.
Although, perhaps the only advantage of running out now is that you can now see the real ancient city without being pushed to buy flower cakes or pay ancient city maintenance fees.
But in the inn, with food, drink and little girls waiting on me, 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 is a small living room. Everyone has had dinner in this small hall before. On the west side of the small hall is Zheng Fan's bedroom, and the bedrooms of the others are More on the edge.
When Zheng Fan came back from a stroll, 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 San was kneeling on the wooden table and carving quickly with tools in hand. Rolls of wood flowers fell out, and the air was filled with the fragrance of the wood rolls.
"Lord."
Xue San raised his head, smiled at Zheng Fan, then lowered his head and continued his work.
"Is this making a sand table?"
Zheng Fan glanced at the carved place and could see that the central area should be Hutou City, while the nearby area was the terrain around Hutou City.
"The Lord has sharp eyes."
Xue San first flattered me and continued: "The blind man asked me to do it. Some details still need to be added. Now I will just carve out a rough outline. Our next goal is to gain a foothold in Hutou City, so first Setting up a strategic sandbox is also for future convenience."
"Oh, that's really hard on you."
"This is what subordinates should do."
Xue San wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeve, and then continued his work.
Zheng Fan stood aside and watched, and at the same time helped deliver the tools several times.
When Xue San stopped several times to drink water or look at reference objects, he pursed his lips and wanted to say something, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't know what to say.
Similar to the usual boring gourds of A Ming and Liang Cheng, you can easily give people a "sincere", "not easy" and "very sincere" feeling if you say a little bit.
And for someone like Xue San, who usually flatters people with a smile and is eloquent, maybe it's because he is so good at saying nice things in situations, but when it comes to asking you to say something that can touch people, he doesn't know how to say it.
Fortunately, I have something to do, so I don't have to worry about the embarrassment of "the most fearful thing is that the air suddenly becomes quiet".
However, everything is relative and in a state of mutual influence.
After experiencing A Ming, Liang Cheng, and the blind man Bei asking for a hug this morning, Zheng Fan seemed to have accepted some subtle influences.
When leaving the small hall, Zheng Fan reached out and patted Xue San on the shoulder.
"You keep busy, I'll go look elsewhere."
Patting on the shoulder seems to be a magical skill for those in a superior position. No matter whether you have learned it before or not, when you get to that position, you always seem to be able to learn this convenient and cost-effective way.
Moreover, watching Xue San busy at the side, Zheng Fan always felt guilty about driving child labor.
Xue San froze on the wooden table. Even though Zheng Fan had left the small hall, he still did not move.
There was a warm touch on the shoulder, and there seemed to be lines that went from non-existent to gradually becoming clear and non-existent again.
From the three-dimensional self, I changed back to the two-dimensional picture, again and again, constantly changing.
vaguely,
Looking at a person, sitting at his desk, weaving his own existence bit by bit.
"Cough cough..."
Xue San suddenly coughed violently.
The wooden table was also in danger of overturning due to his shaking. In order to prevent his efforts this morning from being smashed, Xue San decisively chose to turn over and jump off the wooden table. Even if he fell painfully, it would be better than starting all over again. It's much better to do useless work.
however,
Xue San's figure suddenly froze in mid-air. This was only a moment of stasis, but a look of shock appeared on Xue San's face.
followed by,
All the joints up and down the body seemed to be fine-tuned.
After the stagnation disappears,
Use a little strength in your waist,
The whole person actually changed the direction of his fall in the blink of an eye.
feet,
Falling firmly to the ground,
And,
No unnecessary noise was made,
Even the dust on the floor tiles was not splashed at all.
After landing, Xue San took a deep breath, spit it out heavily, and then couldn't help but stick out his tongue and licked his lips heavily.
"Clap!"
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 muffled sounds.
"Hey hey..."
To the end,
"Ha ha ha ha!!!"
smile,
From image to volume,
Begins to become increasingly arrogant.
…………
When he pushed open the door of his room, Zheng Fan seemed to hear Xue San's laughter, but before he could react, he was bounced away in this stunned moment.
Embarrassingly,
Volleyball manufacturers should pay great attention to the requirement of excellent quality.
Even if it is a few years away from the factory date,
But their elasticity and subsequent toughness are still staggering.
This also caused Zheng Fan... to be bounced away, as if he had jumped off a spring bed.
duang!
"Lord, are you alright?"
Siniang's voice came.
Zheng Fan staggered back several steps before regaining his balance. Only then did he see Feng Siniang standing at the door the moment he opened the door. She should have been in his room before.
"Si Niang, you are here."
"My lord, I'm here to give you clothes. In the past six months, I took the time to make several sets of clothes by myself, but because my lord never woke up, I didn't really try them on. Generally speaking, they should fit, but You still need to try it on while standing before I can make some minor modifications."
"okay."
Zheng Fan followed Feng Siniang into the house. Under Feng Siniang's guidance, he tried on the clothes one by one.
Siniang held a ruler and a small ink pen in her hand, carefully recording the places to be modified.
Several sets of clothes made by Siniang are basically based on sweatshirts, but with many elements of this era added in, they are loose and do not feel bulky at all.
Hutou City is adjacent to the desert, and the wind and sand are strong. In order to protect against the wind and sand, there are many people wearing robes and other loose clothes. In addition, there are also many foreign caravans here. The clothes of those people actually look very modern and similar to what Zheng Fan has been wearing these two days. There is no big difference between the sweatshirts.
Thinking about it, A Ming can still stubbornly stick to his shabby tuxedo, which is enough to show that in this place, fancy clothes and the like do not exist.
After trying on the last piece of clothing and taking off his clothes, Zheng Fan said with some emotion:
"Thank you, Si Niang."
"This is what a subordinate should do. Whoever allows the master to serve under me is just a woman from the slave family. If you have any needs, just tell the slave family, and the slave family will satisfy the master."
Feng Siniang's every frown and smile carried a charm that penetrated to her bones.
However, Zheng Fan had no other thoughts at this moment and just said:
"When I was a child, I was always envious of other children who could buy and try on new clothes under the guidance of their mother."
Feng Siniang was stunned for a moment when she heard this.
These demon kings have a certain understanding of Zheng Fan, but they cannot understand him so deeply.
Zheng Fan took a breath, smiled, and said: "My mother divorced my father not long after giving birth to me. It is said that she went to Guangdong and found another family, and never came back to see me again. My dad is a truck driver and is often away from home for long periods of time. He doesn’t have the time or patience to buy clothes with me.
Later, he had a car accident and died, so I no longer had the chance to go shopping for clothes with my elders. "
Feng Siniang's face showed a trace of sadness, and she slowly reached out and grabbed Zheng Fan's hands.
She knew that deep down in her master's heart, there might be a lack of love.
"My lord, Si Niang is a little older now and is no longer a little girl. As long as your lord likes it, Si Niang... Si Niang can play the role of my lord's mother.
Master, whatever you want to do to your mother, I can cooperate with you. I am very good at role-playing. "
"Um?…………"
Zheng Fan was suddenly stunned.
In the past, Zheng Fan felt that he was a bit heavy-handed compared to normal people because he was obsessed with horror themes. But facing these demon kings, Zheng Fan really felt that he was still too innocent.
Moreover, I often feel that I am not perverted enough to fit in with them.
"Squeak!"
The door to the room was pushed open, breaking the atmosphere that Feng Siniang had finally created in the room.
At the door, stood Blind Bei.
Ah ah ah ah ah!
Feng Siniang was so angry that she pointed directly at the blind man Bei and cursed:
"You damn blind man, you don't know how to knock before coming in!"
Upon hearing this, Blind Bei stretched out his fingers and knocked on the door panel a few times.
"Do Do Do Do..."
Then,
He opened his mouth and said:
"Something happened at the door of the inn, oh Kasan."
(End of this chapter)