Jiang Fan smiled: "It's just that I'm also surprised. I didn't expect that you were born in a dark place like Bliss and the Feng family, and transformed into a six-tailed demon fox, but you have such a soft heart."
Meng Chanjuan sighed softly: "Although I am not a real orphan, I am not as good as an orphan. I can empathize with their experiences..."
Jiang Fan was also a little speechless. To be honest, a family like Meng Chanjuan's would be better off being an orphan.
Seeing her sad expression, but not knowing how to comfort her, she said after a while: "All the five hundred students in Lishan regard you as their mother. When you get there, you will have a family."
Mengchanjuan smiled: "Yes, if you don't have a home, just create one yourself."
She suddenly looked at Jiang Fan narrowly: "They also regard you as their father. We have many children..."
Jiang Fan laughed twice: "There are so many old men in the Jiang family, so we need more children..."
From the next day, Mr. Jiang appeared in public. He originally had the title of being able to take blood and extend his life. Although his reputation was far inferior to that of Sun Daotong, he was much more mysterious than other doctors.
But in the final analysis, Jiang Fan's ability to steal blood and extend his life is more of a rumor spread by people who don't know the reason. In terms of real information, it has to be said that he learned it from Sun Daotong over the years. But it is still very powerful, and a good doctor does not joke after a long illness.
Originally, King Xiaoyao gained a lot of attention when he personally aided the refugees, and there was a veiled woman beside him. Although her face could not be seen clearly, her figure and those eyes that seemed to be filled with autumn water comforted many people.
When a lame man came forward in line, Meng Chanjuan took the medicine and unnoticeably flicked something on his sleeve. The man looked normal and didn't show anything strange. I thanked him deeply and went to the corner next to him to wait for boiling water.
They worked like this all day, and at night the two of them got into a tent. Then the tent shook...
Some of the refugees narrowed their eyes and whispered to the people next to them: "Quickly fly the eagle to send a message to the emperor..."
At this time, Mengchanjuan was holding on to the support pole of the sheepskin tent and swinging helplessly: "Is it necessary?"
Jiang Fan sat at the other end, gnawing dry cooking cakes in one hand and shaking the pole with the other hand.
"Yes, yes... I've seen someone perform like this before, and it looks like the real thing."
Meng Chanjuan's beautiful big eyes rolled in white: "What can it really do if you have some? You can think of it..."
Jiang Fan laughed dryly, but he choked on the dried biscuit. Meng Chanjuan threw his wine gourd over: "Drink some, wine is strong and makes people cowardly."
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Mr. Jiang was unmoved. He took two sips and let out a long sigh: "It's just half a gourd, and I can't get over it even if I drink it."
Meng Chanjuan's eyes were narrowed: "Not necessarily."
Mr. Jiang saw her strange expression and couldn't help but froze for a moment. He seemed to realize something and looked down at the gourd in his hand: "...Huh?"
"Yes." The corners of Mengchanjuan's lips curled up: "It's been drugged."
Mr. Jiang was stunned: "Were you fooled by that old guy? You really want to reconcile yin and yang..."
"I think what the old fairy said makes sense." Meng Chanjuan raised her chin and smiled at the corners of her eyes.
Young Master Jiang curled his lips: "He is the one who deceived you. I'm telling you, this old guy is not a good guy. Don't listen to his nonsense if you have nothing to do."
Meng Chanjuan was a little surprised: "It's interesting. In front of others, you call him Old God Sun, but behind your back, you call him Old Guy. You two have an unusual relationship."
Jiang Fan snorted: "The main reason is that I know what kind of person he is, and he is very disrespectful."
Meng Chanjuan was very curious: "Tell me, what is your relationship with Mr. Sun?"
Jiang Fan hummed twice: "You don't understand even if I tell you, you are familiar with it anyway."
Mengchanjuan frowned: "Master, your background is too deep. You can even invite the 300-year-old Immortal Sun. You know, even Taiyue or Huangting don't have the face."
Jiang Fan laughed: "That's right, the old guy doesn't like these high-ranking guys."
Meng Chanjuan was full of admiration: "The old god only cares about the common people. This is true compassion."
Jiang Fan agreed, but with a grimace on his face: "I say, as a sign of mercy, could you please wear a coat? Who can bear this bare shoulders, head, and exposed thighs?"
Meng Chanjuan giggled: "The effect of the medicine doesn't take effect so quickly."
Jiang Fan sighed: "You miscalculated this time. I've been taking medicinal baths since I was a child, and I'm generally immune to hundreds of poisons."
Meng Chanjuan was stunned: "Is there still such a thing?"
Jiang Fan said: "So, please stop being so evil, right?"
"But..." Meng Chanjuan said provocatively: "Hehuan Powder is not poison..."
Um? ? ?
Jiang Fan suddenly came to his senses, and immediately said "Holy shit!" He put down the pole and started to exercise.
"It's late, it's late..." Meng Chanjuan looked at him as if she were watching a show: "Accept your fate, Your Majesty. Oh, by the way..."
She smiled strangely: "I brought six fox tails, do you want to try them on...?"
Jiang Fan screamed secretly, and when he lost his mind, he felt a rush of heat rushing up from his lower abdomen, and his skin suddenly turned red. He gritted his teeth: "You brought it on yourself——"
Meng Chanjuan stared at him blankly: "Huh? Are you red? But... I was just fooling you..."
Jiang Fan was stunned for a moment and then confused, what's going on with this heat flow?
Could it be that the beast's blood is boiling?
Immediately, a cold breath rose from the snow-capped mountains, slowly extinguishing the evil fire.
Jiang Fan was speechless, probably because of psychological effects...
Meng Chanjuan suddenly crawled up to him out of curiosity and twitched her nose like a puppy: "What a pure Yin Qi... I want to breathe it in!"
Her eyes were shining brightly, her tongue was licking her red lips, and she looked like a fairy drooling after seeing the elixir.
Seeing that she was about to pounce on him, Mr. Jiang was shocked and pushed forward with both hands: "Don't come over here -"
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Sun Daotong was drinking secretly in the tent. Suddenly his ears twitched as if he heard something, and then his eyes flashed: "I'm scared, I have to thank you Grandpa Sun later..."
In another tent, an old handsome guy was leaning against the table with an empty wine gourd on his chest, his eyes vacant. Suddenly his ears twitched, and he immediately lost his temper: "This one, old one, small one." They all bully others..."
The old handsome guy was so distraught that he didn't know how he got his two ears, so he covered the ear holes with a snap, turned over and covered his head to sleep.
Outside a small tent, a girl in goose-yellow clothes glanced at the tent. Her eyes were confused for a while, and then she turned back and stared at the dancing bonfire in front of her in trance...
Mr. Jiang didn't sleep very well this time. Meng Chanjuan was not honest for a while, but she was pestering him, as if he smelled particularly good.
No one can stand such a peerless demon. Mr. Jiang always feels that his reputation as the demon king in the world is in vain, as he cannot even subdue a female demon.
