After drinking and eating, Famas said good night and left Ying's room. Although Ying in pajamas was very tempting, it seemed that he couldn't stay too long with little Paimeng around.
Famas entered his house, huddled under the warm quilt, and spent the night in the carriage, finally able to sleep on a soft bed.
"I'll definitely have a good sleep tonight."
Farmas closed his eyes and thought.
Until an hour later.
I'm laughing so hard, I can't sleep at all.
He didn't know why, but from the moment he entered Wangshu Inn, Famas felt a little out of breath, as if something unclean was entangled with him, but he instantly gave up this worry, he was living in Mandrill Guardian At the inn, that young immortal wouldn't let evil spirits disturb the guests' rest, right?
So Famas just thought it was because he was too tired from the journey, took a hot bath, relaxed and fell asleep.
But as it got late at night, this depressing feeling became stronger. As he slept, it seemed as if someone was singing in a language he couldn't understand in the distance. It was a little girl's voice, melodious and very beautiful, but... With a crying tone, the tune is also extremely lonely and even a little sad.
Famas' head felt dizzy after hearing this, and he reluctantly opened his eyes. The sound suddenly disappeared.
"what?"
"Don't let me catch you!"
Famas stood up straight and sat barefoot on the edge of the bed. He vaguely remembered that there seemed to be a little girl's soul wandering near Wangshu Inn.
Forget it, since I can't sleep anymore, I might as well go out and get some fresh air. I've been driving in a carriage all day today and haven't had time to take a good look at the scenery of Liyue.
Famas put on his windbreaker, jumped out of bed with a thud, and took the remaining half box of sweet-scented osmanthus cake on the table.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw the clear light and mottled tree shadows all over the observation deck.
Walking slowly to the sill, he looked down while eating. Thousands of hectares of Ogi flowers were swaying in the night wind, like a light sea. Famas suddenly wanted to know, the young immortal he had just helped , is this the case now?
Taking a bite of the pastry in his hand, he shook his head. He still had Morax to hammer, but he didn't have time to care about an arrogant young immortal.
Now go catch the singing guy and beat him up, then go back to sleep.
Making up his mind, Famas walked around the observation deck on the third floor and prepared to take the elevator to the first floor.
As soon as I reached the corner of the stairs on the second floor, I saw Mandrill standing in front of the observation deck without saying a word, silently staring at Ogihua Island in the distance.
The dark green hair was a little messy, and his head looked more fluffy. Probably because of the battle just now, the young man's face still looked cold. His frown relaxed at this moment, and his eyelashes followed. Breathing slightly shaky.
The breeze blowing in front of him was mixed with the faint smell of pure heart and some medicinal herbs, and it caressed Famas' face lightly.
No, we bumped into each other? Should we go up and have a chat now? Or should we wait until we see Morax before coming back to talk?
But the young immortal seemed to have no intention of speaking at all. Famas suddenly had a bad smile on his face. He walked to Mandrill and poked Mandrill's butterfly bone exposed in the air. The smooth and delicate touch spread Feeling uneasy.
Famas also handed over the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his hand.
"Kid! Want a piece?"
Mandrill was always alert to the danger behind him, but for some reason this alertness temporarily failed in front of Famas.
"Who are you! Disrespecting our ancestors!"
The feeling coming from his back made Mandrill suddenly open his pale golden eyes, straighten his back, and turned around to scold him with an annoyed and surprised tone.
He didn't feel a breath just now. Such latent ability shocked Mandrill, who was an immortal with three eyes and five manifestations.
Turning around, it was the boy in red that he saw at Shimen that morning.
In fact, when Famas first set foot on the land of Liyue, Mandrill, the great sage of subduing demons, sensed his presence.
Although Famas was well hidden, on the way of the carriage, he still took action because of the robbery of the treasure thief group. The powerful and pure fire elemental power, keen perception and fierce killing aura all made Mandrill have no choice but to Be alert.
The carriage cannot be allowed to move forward until it is confirmed whether he will pose a threat to Liyue and Xianxian Dianyi.
Thinking of this, Mandrill called out He Puyuan.
But the next second, Famas was hit in the head by the handle of a gun when he was finishing dealing with the treasure-thief group.
"Famas! Are you okay? So why do you do this just to look cool?"
Paimon looked at Famas who failed to show his coolness angrily.
"Don't worry, it's just a boring thing, it's totally fine."
Famas rubbed his forehead, put away the spear in his hand, and looked at Ying in embarrassment, covering his mouth in amusement.
"..."
Mandrill also put away Pu Yuan. Because of Famas's stupid action, he was directly defined by Mandrill as an ordinary owner of the Eye of God. The killing aura may just be because he participated in a certain battle, but the God of Fire element Eyes, aren’t they all a group of militants?
When Famas was sealed by Morax, Mandrill was still an ordinary Yaksha on the battlefield in Liyue. Thanks to Morax's help, Mandrill did not die in the flames of the war.
Of course, he would not know that Famas was an ancient awakened demon.
In the past hundred years, due to changes in the earth's veins, the remnants of the demon god have become more restless, and Mandrill's physical condition has become increasingly worse.
In the midst of extreme pain and confusion, he even felt that the day he would lose his mind was coming soon.
But Mandrill is not afraid. Life and death do not mean much to him. Whether it is ending the lives of others or welcoming his own ending, it would be better to say that he has a hidden expectation of death in his heart.
This thought was once regarded as a symbol of cowardice by him, and he was once ashamed to face it, but whenever night came, those vicious resentments would invade his mind, corrode his senses, and split his soul. This kind of thought always It will spread and grow uncontrollably.
Tonight seemed different.
Especially the golden light that poured into his forehead.
He noticed the abnormality when the young man entered Wangshu Inn. He had not felt so relaxed for a long time since he was rescued by the flute player of Dihuazhou hundreds of years ago.
Although the roar of Karma in his ears did not stop, and the pain in his body did not disappear, this glimmer of golden light gave him enough time to take a breath.
It's just unclear whether it was the credit of the boy named Famas or the ability of the blond girl.
"Would you like some osmanthus cake? It tastes almost like almond tofu."
Famas casually handed the box containing the last piece of osmanthus cake to Mandrill.
As expected, Mandrill was stunned again, but he still took the box hesitantly and confused, as if he was also wondering how he could accept something from a stranger.
When Mandrill picked up the box containing the last piece of osmanthus cake, Famas patted the powder on his hand and proudly said to Mandrill: "Remember to go downstairs after eating and throw away the box."
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