The devil is coming

Chapter 226 The First
Very melancholy,
Very sad,
Also very helpless,
It's black before my eyes,
When you open your eyes again,
Zheng Fan found himself standing in a busy street,
bow your head,
I saw a guy holding a bunch of candied haws in his hand and grinning at me... the traitor!
Mowan learned a little better this time, or maybe the last meeting was because Zheng Fan, who was on the way, had a nightmare caused by Tian Wujing's self-destruction of his family, and this time, it was a "dream" he created by himself .
In short, this street has a retro atmosphere, not a modern scene.
At least, Zheng Fan wasn't in trouble all of a sudden.
The little boy reached out, grabbed Zheng Fan's hand, and pulled him forward. He wanted Zheng Fan to play with him and go shopping with him.
His hands were sticky from grabbing the candied haws.
Zheng Fan sighed,
He knows,
What should have been waiting for me?
Who knew it would suddenly turn into this.
It's a bit similar to later generations who excitedly downloaded a 30G seed. After downloading and opening it, what was released was "Calabash baby, Calabash baby, seven flowers on a vine..."
"Son, we can't wait any longer."
Zheng Fan knelt down and looked at the little boy.
The little boy looked at Zheng Fan blankly.
He is calm,
Very cute too,
But Zheng Fan clearly saw it. It seemed that because of Zheng Fan's attitude,
As a result, a bloodthirsty luster began to spread in the bright pupils of the magic pill,
magic pill,
Going on a rampage!
"hiss!"
Zheng Fan immediately reached out and hugged the little boy.
"Yo yo yo, let's ride a horse, let's ride a horse, come on!"
crisis,
Eliminate at this time.
The boy's smile came again, especially after sitting on Zheng Fan's shoulder, he kept waving his little hands happily.
As the saying goes,
What you get, you also have to give something at the same time.
At Zheng Fan's age, it can be considered that there are seniors and juniors, and one pillar has to be supported;
Nurturing those below, feeding those above, and living cautiously.
Zheng Fan is different. He is the old man and the young man.
When something happens, the son goes first. If the son fails, then the godfather goes to the rescue.
Shatuo Queshi was lying there, quite quiet, but Zheng Fan did not dare to lack the filial piety during the New Year and festivals, and had to find time to go and have a drink and chat with him from time to time.
As for my son,
have to,
On weekdays, it is considered stable, but as soon as you level up, you want to sleep with a woman and forget about her, oh no, you really throw her out of the window like a stone.
no,
The son refused.
My own son, my own son, you are not here to kill your relatives for justice to avoid suspicion, that is to say one thing and do another, which is extremely hypocritical.
If you can't do things well in advance, then why do you call him your biological son?
What's more, the number of times your body has worked for you to save you from danger is not small or large.
After thinking about this, Zheng Fan became silent and accepted his fate.
I can't enjoy this hotbed of beauty tonight. I can only accompany my son to enjoy the joy of parent-child in this dream.
Walk and walk, look and look,
mask,
Buy one, buy one,
juggling,
Take a look,
Pan Fried Dumpling,
Give it a try.
In his previous life, Zheng Fan was never married, so he never had any children. In this life, he just got into a car and gave birth to a son.
Hey, don't tell me, I was a little careless at first, but slowly, I felt like I was integrated into it.
After all, there are countless entanglements in the relationship, including guilt, emotion, and reluctance. Although there is no blood relationship to bind them, the connection between the souls is closer.
A street that seems to never end, there are always new things to try and tempting things to eat.
Zheng Fan doesn't feel tired, and neither does the little guy on his shoulders.
The tenth generation resentful infant, he enjoyed this moment very much, enjoying the... light in this dream.
I don’t know how long I’ve been shopping or playing.
It's a dream,
Sometimes it's like this, so short that it can pass by like a fleeting moment, and so long that you can't even count the years.
quietly,
The noise in my ears seemed to start to quiet down,
Zheng Fan raised his head and moved forward again, and found that he had walked to a small river. The fallen flowers on the riverside were colorful, and it looked like a spring afternoon.
After sitting down, Zheng Fan couldn't help but lie down. It was so bitter and cold in the north, and he really missed spring.
The little boy ran out with a smile, started catching grasshoppers, chasing butterflies, running happily by himself, and started singing some unknown tunes.
Zheng Fan turned his body sideways, with Maitreya Buddha lying down, and kept his eyes on the little boy.
Suddenly,
Zheng Fan imagined in his mind that if the magic pill were really a child in reality,
He can go to kindergarten, carry a schoolbag to school, and grow day by day...
What comes with these images is not warmth, but a kind of suffocation.
There were some things that Zheng Fan had been avoiding, deliberately not thinking in that direction.
Although he kept calling "son" and "son" one after another,
Although it is often said that the work is the author's blood and biological son.
But to put it bluntly,
When creating the character of Magic Pill,
Zheng Fan combines all depressive, dark, and twisted elements with a hysterical painting style. He wants to present an atmosphere of loneliness and despair in the dark. In this way, he can intoxicate himself and please comic readers. of payment.
No, I really treat him like a son.
After thinking about it, Zheng Fan suddenly became stunned.
look back,
He suddenly found that the little boy was standing next to him. Because he was lying on his side, the other boy was looking at him condescendingly.
The father and son looked at each other,
Then both men laughed.
"Are you tired from playing?" Zheng Fan asked.
The little boy shook his head.
"Then let's play some more?"
The little boy shook his head again.
Suddenly,
Everything around started to darken,
Zheng Fan found himself back in the original room again,
The lights flickered, creating a sense of déjà vu similar to a boudoir in a ghost movie.
Zheng Fan's first reaction was that he had had enough fun with the magic pill and had let him go. However, when he looked around but did not find Siniang's figure, Zheng Fan understood.
I am still in this dream.
Zheng Fan began to search in the room, walked into the inner room, and saw the little boy sitting on the bed.
The little boy was wearing a red bellyband and had a red mole on his eyebrows. When he saw Zheng Fan coming in, he took the initiative to open his arms.
Zheng Fan walked over, reached out and hugged him, then put him in the bed and covered him with the quilt.
hesitated,
This is a dream anyway,
Walking out is still a dream,
Zheng Fan simply lay down on the bed.
Father and son lay close together on the bed.
The temperature under the quilt was below zero, and Zheng Fan didn't stupidly ask his son if he had a low fever.
Instead, he continued to pretend to tuck the little boy into bed.
The little boy stared at Zheng Fan and stretched out his hand to tug Zheng Fan's hair.
"Want to hear a story?"
The little boy nodded excitedly.
"Okay, Dad will tell you a story:
Once upon a time, there was a mountain, and there was a temple on the mountain. There was an old monk and a young monk in the temple. One day, the old monk said to the young monk, let me tell you a story. Once upon a time..."
Frost is starting to form outside the quilt.
Zheng Fan lowered his head and looked at the little boy. The little boy looked as if he was intoxicated by the story of the two bitches, but at this moment, it seemed as if there was a terrifying big mouth that was about to bite down and swallow everything.
Zheng Fan shivered.
Road:
"There once was a man. His father was a truck driver. He had a bad temper and loved to drink. His mother left the family when he was very young.
He's not dead, he's gone. His grandparents have been saying bad things about his mother, saying that his mother ran away with someone else and coveted their money.
In fact, he knew in his heart that his father was not very good at getting along with him.
Later, when he was still underage, his father also passed away, this time to death.
To be honest, this person has not suffered much because of this since he was a child, and he does not feel that it is difficult for others to have mothers and not to have a mother. Anyway, he lives a normal life, going to and from school. Although the conditions at home are not very good, they are still there. Just think about food and clothing.
He liked drawing comics since he was a child. After going to college, he organized his own comics club and then slowly developed into a business..."
Having said this, Zheng Fan looked down at the little boy again and found that the little boy was also looking at Zheng Fan calmly.
"Bored?" Zheng Fan asked.
The little boy rolled his eyes at Zheng Fan.
Then,
He turned over and turned his back to Zheng Fan.
Zheng Fan stretched out his hand, placed it on the little boy's head, and said:
"Next time you want to play, let me know in advance, and I will play with you in your dreams. If you want to play something warm, play something warm, and if you want to play something bloody, play something bloody, okay?"
"Roar!"
a growl,
Coming from all directions.
Zheng Fan was still lying on the bed calmly,
The little boy suddenly stood up,
Slowly turning around, his face began to change rapidly with various expressions.
Some are shy, some are innocent, some are smiling, some are gloomy, some are fierce, some are cruel, like a slide that is switching rapidly, constantly changing.
"Are you asking me...to tell you to stop?"
Like the raffle show at the annual meeting?
The little boy nodded, his expression continuing to change.
“But many of the grand prizes at annual meetings are hidden.”
The little boy didn't respond and continued to change his expression.
"Okay, one, two, three, stop!"
The expression is frozen,
It stopped on a "cruel" expression.
Zheng Fan sighed and said:
"I'm just telling you, it's a behind-the-scenes operation."
The little boy's teeth began to collide and his tongue began to lick his lips, as if he was preparing to eat.
Zheng Fan smiled "haha",
Road:
"Want to eat my flesh?"
The little boy nodded.
"Then you can eat it. This is in a dream anyway."
Zheng Fan looked at it openly and regarded it as a nightmare.
The little boy turned around, walked a few steps toward the end of the bed, stopped, turned sideways, and faced Zheng Fan.
Zheng Fan's eyes immediately widened.
He wanted to struggle but found that his body was suddenly restrained, as if he was being pressed into bed by a ghost.
"Don't, don't, don't bite that spot, there will be problems!"
The little boy suddenly squatted down.
"Ahhhh!!!!!!!"
Zheng Fan shouted.
But after calling,
Zheng Fan raised his neck and looked down hard, and found that the little boy was just squatting there. He turned his face and looked at Zheng Fan, with a naughty smile on his face, and the previous cruel look had disappeared.
"Hehehehe..."
The boy's clear laughter came.
"Heh...heh...hahahaha..."
Zheng Fan also laughed,
Oh shit,
There are tears in the laughter.
.........
In the hall, none of the demon kings left, and they still had some specific matters that they had not yet discussed.
Xue San suddenly dropped the subject and said to the blind man:
"Blind man, do you scan to see if they are in progress?"
"Oh? You asked me to detect that?"
"The Lord doesn't know anyway, and Si Niang may not be able to sense it."
The blind man said seriously:
"But the magic pill can sense my spiritual power, and then I will be dead."
When everyone is vying to lick the dog,
You go to detect the Lord's visit to the boudoir,
Then you really don’t want to pursue progress at all.
If the master is upset, it is very likely that while everyone else is recovering, you will stay put.
It was simply torture.
Liang Cheng said calmly:
"What's the rush? You have to believe Si Niang. The results will be available tomorrow."
Xue San nodded and added: "I remember that the first person promoted last time was Mowan."
Liang Cheng heard this and said:
"You have to believe Si Niang. This time Si Niang is obviously well prepared and will not fall behind the magic pill."
"Buzz!"
The voice just fell,
A powerful aura belonging to Magic Pill suddenly burst out!
In an instant, it quickly dissipated into nothingness.
Xue San immediately jumped up and punched Liang Cheng's knee.
shouted:
"Just tell me I will never grow taller again!"
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(End of this chapter)