After a long moment of silence, Luo Fan raised his head and looked at the moon, thinking endlessly. "The so-called sharing the beauty of the beauty of the moon thousands of miles away... Nowadays, it's not like the ancients who couldn't return home due to inconvenient transportation. I really have a lot to do..."
"You really deserve it! What kind of environment you were born in is not your fault. You always like to take the blame on yourself. What do you do to those who want to help you?!" Qin Yan was so angry that he messed up Luo Fan's hair, "Thousands of miles apart, we share the beauty of the moon. There is also a sentence in front of it: I wish you a long life! Your negative attitude will make us so angry that we can only laugh. Do you believe it?"
"I can't imagine the future...whether I will change my surname, and then..." Luo Fan was a little incoherent.
"Silly boy, this isn't something you should worry about, okay..." Qin Yan looked at Luo Fan's messed up hair and found it unpleasant, so he combed it carefully with his fingers, "Although this is normal It's a question that all children worry about, but do you really need to be so afraid? No matter whether your surname is Luo or Ling, you have always been Luo Xiyue's brother and Mr. Ling Huang's son. There is no conflict between these two identities. "
"Calmly analyze that my birth was just an accident. Perhaps the stupid bird is the key... The reason why he is lingering here is because he lacks a body that can fit perfectly. If he wants, then I can come to him at any time …”
"No, in fact, what he lacks is not the body... but the ability. Originally, he was about to be separated from you... uh uh uh, this is indeed our fault. We sent him a thunder to blast him back to you. It's in the body." Qin Yan said while making a sad face, "I'm sorry for making you so embarrassed... You can't save the two of you even if you commit suicide. What you two lack... is just the opportunity to separate. So don't say this Okay, this is the third time I’ve heard it. It’s just a matter of three things. Can you promise me not to mention this matter in the future? Just live your school life and leave him to us to deal with.”
On this occasion, an old man holding a compass came over. "You are Qin Yan, right? This is the Mid-Autumn Festival gift that Old Man Wu asked me to send you." He handed a scroll to Qin Yan and deliberately lowered his voice, "This thing will be of great help to your future practice. Benefits. It can be transformed into a magic weapon according to your thoughts. Of course, there is only one chance."
"???My master? Asked someone to...send a Mid-Autumn Festival gift?!" Qin Yan suddenly realized that he was rude and hurriedly reached out to take it, "Thank you, Qin Yan understands."
"Just dropping by. Okay, I have something else to do, so I'll take my leave."
"Luo Fan, Luo Fan...?" Finding that the other party was silent the whole time, Qin Yan called a few times tentatively, "Let's go back. It's getting late, and you should go to bed at this point."
"I'm a little curious...what is that?"
"It's...not good here. Besides..." Qin Yan hesitated, but when he saw Luo Fan's expectant eyes, he couldn't resist it for a moment and had no choice but to compromise, "Well, let's take a look on the road. There are quite a lot of people here."
He immediately took the person away and found a hiding place. "Actually, I don't know what magic weapon is suitable for me... I don't seem to be good at anything." His mentality collapsed, so he simply smashed the jar and smashed it. "I don't care, let it be fate." Then he unfolded the scroll, closed his eyes and concentrated on it. As he imagined, the outline of an artifact gradually became clearer in his mind, and then reflected on the scroll. The dazzling light disappeared in an instant, and a dark green long-handled moon sickle fell into his hands. Feeling the weight in his hand, he slowly opened his eyes, "???! Why is it a sickle? I..."
"Sickle? God of Death...?" Luo Fan looked at it and said in a daze, "It's really similar..."
"? If it's the God of Death, it's not like that. I don't have the power to restrain a chicken. What the hell..." Qin Yan felt a little strange and put away the scroll, "Isn't it? Is the stupid bird still affecting you? Okay, okay. , it’s enough to take a look, go back quickly, it’s not a good thing to stay up all night.”
"I'm not going to name it..."
Qin Yan was startled unconsciously. Recalling that there were two golden inscriptions in the upper left corner of the scroll, he said without thinking: "Shen Mu."
"...I'm sleepy." As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Fan lay in the other person's arms and tilted his head to one side.
"Oh, Mr. Luo, you are really... free to do whatever you want." Qin Yan held Luo Fan's back and picked him up, "But this is better... just like a child."
Luo Fan was really sleepy and seemed to have a deeper trust in Qin Yan's arms, and soon fell asleep.
"Ha, he is still a child after all. He becomes much better when he sleeps..."
Soon, Qin Yan sent the young man back to Ling Huang's villa.
After settling everyone down, Ling Huang proposed to stay overnight because it was too late. Qin Yan did not refuse, so he accepted the invitation and stayed at Ling's house for one night, separated from Luo Fan by just a wall.
