Devil’s Advent

Chapter 226

very sad,

Also very helpless,

It was black in front of my eyes,

When you open your eyes again,

Zheng Fan found himself standing in a busy street,

bow your head

Seeing a grinning man with a bunch of candied haws in his hand...Nizi!

Mowan learned a little better this time, or maybe the last time we met was because Zheng Fan, who was borrowed by the way, had nightmares caused by Tian Wujing's self-destruction, but this time, it was a "dream" created by himself. .

In short, this street has a retro atmosphere, not a modern scene.

At least, Zheng Fan was not allowed to play all of a sudden.

The little boy reached out, grabbed Zheng Fan's hand, and pulled it 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 become this.

It’s a bit similar to the fact that later generations excitedly downloaded a 30G seed, but after downloading it and opening it, it released “Gourd baby, gourd baby, seven flowers on a vine…”

"Son, you can't wait any longer."

Zheng Fan squatted down and looked at the little boy.

The little boy looked at Zheng Fan blankly,

he is calm,

Also very cute,

But Zheng Fan clearly saw it, it seems 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 berserk!

"hiss!"

Zheng Fan immediately reached out and hugged the little boy,

"Yo yo, let's ride horses, horses, come on!"

crisis,

Disappear at this time.

The boy's smile came again, especially after sitting on Zheng Fan's shoulder, he kept waving his little palm happily.

As the saying goes,

What you get, you have to give something at the same time.

At Zheng Fan's age, it can be considered that there are seniors and juniors, and a pillar has to be supported;

Nurturing the lower body, feeding back the upper body, living with trepidation.

Zheng Fan is different, he is an old man at the top, and a small man at the bottom.

When something happens, the son hits first, and if the son can't, then godfather.

Sha Tuo Que Shi was lying there quietly, but Zheng Fan didn't dare to lack the filial piety during the New Year and holidays, so he had to find time to drink and chat with him from time to time.

As for the son,

have to,

It is considered stable on weekdays, but as soon as you level up, you want to sleep with a woman and leave him behind, oh no, throw it out of the window like a stone.

no,

The son refused.

Kissing your son, kissing your son is not for you to come here to avoid suspicion on purpose.

If you can't do things first, what kind of son can you call him?

What's more, the number of times people go to your body to save you from danger is not young or old.

After figuring this out, Zheng Fan became silent and accepted his fate.

I can't enjoy the hotbed of beauty tonight, so I can only accompany my son to enjoy the joy of parent-child in this dream.

go, go, look, look,

mask,

buy a buy

juggling,

take a look,

Pan Fried Dumpling,

taste it.

In his previous life, Zheng Fan had never been married, so naturally he had never raised a child, but in this life, he just got into the car and was happy with his son.

Hey, don't say it, I was a little careless at first, but gradually, I felt a feeling of blending into it.

In the end, there are innumerable entanglements in the relationship, guilt, emotion, and reluctance. Although there is no blood relative to bind them, the spiritual connection is closer.

A street seems to never end, there are always new tricks and tempting food.

Zheng Fan didn't feel tired either, and neither did the little guy on his shoulders.

Resentful infant of the tenth life, he enjoyed this moment very much, enjoying the... light in this dream.

I don't know how long I've been shopping, how long I've been playing,

dream

Sometimes it is like this, it is so short that it can pass like a white horse, and it is so long that you can't know the years.

quietly,

The noise in my ear seems to be starting to quiet down,

Zheng Fan raised his head and walked forward again, and found that he had come to a small river, and the river was full of falling flowers, which looked like a spring afternoon.

Sitting down, Zheng Fan couldn't help lying down, the northern land was so bitterly cold, he really missed spring a little.

The little boy ran out with a smile, started catching grasshoppers, started chasing butterflies, started running happily by himself, and started singing some songs with unknown tunes.

Zheng Fan turned sideways, Maitreya Buddha lying down, his eyes kept on the little boy.

Suddenly,

Zheng Fan imagined in his mind that if the magic pill is really a child in reality,

He can go to kindergarten, go to school with a schoolbag on his back, and grow up day by day...

What comes with these images is not warmth, but a kind of suffocation.

Zheng Fan kept avoiding some things, deliberately not thinking in that direction.

Although I kept calling "son" and "son" one mouthful at a time,

Although it is often said that the work is the crystal blood of the author and his own son.

But to put it bluntly,

When shaping the role of magic pill,

Zheng Fan combined all depressive, dark, and distorted elements with hysterical painting style, and wanted to present an atmosphere of loneliness and despair in the dark. In this way, he wanted to please himself and comic readers. buy order.

No, it is really treated as a son.

After thinking about it, Zheng Fan was suddenly stunned.

look back,

He suddenly found that the little boy was standing beside him. Since he was lying on his side, the other boy was looking down at him.

The father and son looked at each other,

Then both of them laughed.

"Are you tired from playing?" Zheng Fan asked.

The little boy shook his head.

"Then let's play for a while?"

The little boy shook his head again.

Suddenly,

Everything around me began to darken,

Zheng Fan found himself back in the original room again,

The flickering lights present a sense of déjà vu similar to a boudoir in a ghost movie.

Zheng Fan's first reaction was that Magic Pill had played enough and let him go back, but when he looked around but couldn't find Siniang, 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 apron and had a red mole between his brows. When he saw Zheng Fan coming in, he opened his arms.

Zheng Fan walked over, stretched out his arms to hug him, then put him under the quilt and covered him with a quilt.

hesitated,

Anyway, this is a dream,

Going out is still a dream,

Zheng Fan simply lay down in the bed.

The father and son leaned together, lying on the bed.

The temperature in the bed was below zero, and Zheng Fan didn't foolishly ask his son if you had a low-grade fever.

Instead, he continued to pretend to tuck the quilt for the little boy.

The little boy stared at Zheng Fan, stretched out his hand and pulled 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, "I will tell you a story. Once upon a time..."

Outside the quilt, frost began to form.

Zheng Fan lowered his head and looked at the little boy. The boy's expression seemed to be fascinated by listening to this dick story, but at this moment, it seemed that there was a terrifying big mouth that was about to bite down and devour everything.

Zheng Fan shivered,

road:

"Once upon a time, there was a man whose father was a truck driver, had a bad temper and liked to drink, and his mother left this family when he was very young.

Not dead, but gone. His grandparents have been telling him bad things about his mother, saying that his mother ran away with others, coveting their money.

In fact, he knew in his heart that his father was really not very good at getting along with him.

Later, when he was still underage, his father also left, this time he died.

To be honest, this person grew up, and he didn’t suffer because of it, and he didn’t feel how sad it is for others to have a mother. Anyway, he just lived a normal life, going to and from school. Although the conditions at home are not very good, they are Let's live comfortably.

He liked to draw comics since he was a child, and after he went to college, he set up a comics club by himself, and then slowly developed into a business..."

Having said that, 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.

Immediately afterwards,

He turned over and turned his back to Zheng Fan.

Zheng Fan stretched out his hand, put 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 warm, you can play warm, and if you want to play bloody, you can play bloody, okay?"

"Roar!"

a growl,

Coming from all directions.

Zheng Fan was still lying on the bed peacefully,

The little boy stood up suddenly,

Slowly turning around, his face began to change various expressions rapidly.

There are shyness, childlike innocence, smiling, gloomy, vicious, and cruel, like a rapidly switching slideshow, constantly changing.

"Is this calling me... to stop?"

Like a lottery at the annual meeting?

The little boy nodded, his expression continued to change.

"But many awards at the annual meeting have inside stories."

The little boy didn't respond, and continued to change his expression.

"Okay, one, two, three, stop!"

frozen expression,

It stopped at a "cruel" expression.

Zheng Fan sighed and said:

"Let me just say, operate in the dark."

The little boy's teeth began to collide, and his tongue began to lick his lips, as if he was about to eat.

Zheng Fan smiled "hehe\

,"road:

"Want to eat my meat?"

The little boy nodded.

"Then you eat it, it's in a dream anyway."

Zheng Fan looked at it very openly, treating it as a nightmare.

The little boy turned around, took a few steps towards the end of the bed, stopped, turned sideways, and faced Zheng Fan.

Zheng Fan's eyes widened immediately.

I wanted to struggle but found that my body was bound all of a sudden, as if being pressed by a ghost.

"Don't, don't, don't bite that place, there will be problems!"

The little boy suddenly squatted down,

"Ahhhhhh!!!!!!"

Zheng Fan yelled.

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 mischievous smile on his face, and the previous cruel expression had disappeared.

"Hehehehe..."

The boy's crisp laughter came.

"Heh...heh...hahaha..."

Zheng Fan also laughed,

Oh shit,

There are tears in the laughter.

………

In the hall, all the demon kings didn't leave, and they still had some specific things to discuss.

Xue San suddenly changed the topic, and said to the blind man:

"Blind man, please scan to see if they have proceeded?"

"Oh? You asked me to probe that?"

"Anyway, the Lord doesn't know, and Si Niang may not be able to sense it."