The cannon fodder of Quick Travel got what he wanted

Chapter 1511 Cannon Fodder Cat Demon 13

As night falls, the city becomes bustling with people and all kinds of bright red lights. It is no longer as deserted as it was in the evening, but becomes lively and noisy.

It was the first time that Fang Xiaomeng celebrated the Lantern Festival with her new friends.

"I didn't have any friends before. They all wanted to come for my master's reputation and asked me to tell my master to help get rid of the monster."

"I've been cheated before. I paid for food, drinks and entertainment. At that time, I was eager to make friends, but they just needed a person to pay..." Fang Xiaomeng was depressed. "Sometimes I wonder if there is something wrong with my constitution. Why do I always get friends who cheat me?"

"Friends are more about quality than quantity. In fact, making one true friend is more valuable than making many friends." Mo Qiaoyin said with a smile.

"Hmm? There's a man calling you..." Mo Qiaoyin heard the voice and judged that the person was a young man.

"Yeah?" Fang Xiaomeng was looking at the lanterns. When he heard her speak, he turned his head.

"He's my master!" Fang Xiaomeng waved at the young man.

Mo Qiaoyin was shocked: "!!!"

No, not that young?

Then, sensing a familiar breath, Mo Qiaoyin looked at him with a probing gaze.

Wen Qingmeng's hands trembled, and he approached Fang Xiaomeng calmly and gave Mo Qiaoyin a kind smile.

"Uh... is he your master?" Mo Qiaoyin was puzzled. Generally speaking, aren't they all old men with immortal looks, white hair and white-crowned faces?

"Yeah." Fang Xiaomeng had been watching Wen Qingmeng for a long time so he naturally didn't find it strange. What was strange was why everyone had to ask the same question in a surprised tone.

Mo Qiaoyin was about to speak when a lantern poked in from behind him, and he almost punched the lantern away out of reflex.

Surrounded by a familiar aura, Mo Qiaoyin knew who it was without even thinking.

"Why are you here?" I remember Fu Chu said that he didn't like crowded places.

Fu Chu did not answer her question, but asked: "Are the lanterns beautiful?"

The butterfly lotus edge turned into a tassel butterfly and hid above his knee, and spoke for the master: "This is the lantern that the master spent a day and a night to make. The candlelight is purple. It is made of magic purple flowers..."

"You talk too much." Fu Chu felt embarrassed as if he was exposed, and shook his knees.

Diehe felt a little dizzy due to the vibration of her robe and dared not say a word.

"It looks good." Mo Qiaoyin praised, then began to feel helpless again.

He began to wipe her fingers again, carefully, inside and out, one by one, and then gave her a portion of warm pastry.

"Eat cakes." Fu Chu had inquired before. She liked to eat red bean pastry. She asked an old chef for advice for a long time. After learning how to make it, she wanted to make it for Mo Qiaoyin the first thing she did.

Mo Qiaoyin looked down and saw the scars on his hands. Perhaps they were caused by working over and over again, so he did not use his magic power to heal them over and over again.

Fu Chu retracted his hand reflexively, but was held tightly by Mo Qiaoyin.

As expected, Fu Chu's ears turned red, and she struggled to break free from Mo Qiao Yin's hand like she was playing tug-of-war.

He didn't really want Mo Qiaoyin to see his imperfect side, including his hands.

Mo Qiaoyin narrowed his eyes, and Fu Chu stopped moving obediently.

Wen Qingmeng had just handed Fang Xiaomeng a green fox-shaped lantern when he turned around and saw Fu Chu's ears and cheeks were red.

You idiot!

No prospects!

Wen Qingmeng cursed inwardly.

Fu Chu turned his face away and sneezed. Who scolded him?

This is not important. What is important is that he held Qiao Yin's hand!

Mo Qiaoyin didn't know what he was laughing at. When she met up with Fang Xiaomeng, she winked and asked loudly, "Is this your Taoist partner?"

Fu Chu's flushed face looked as if he had been hit, and his face became even redder and hotter.

I was both excited and nervous. What would Qiao Yin say?

When he heard the answer, Fu Chu turned red as if he was about to melt.

"Yes, he is my Taoist partner, for now." Mo Qiaoyin's palms were wet, and someone was so nervous that he was sweating.

Fu Chu selectively ignored the last three words. It didn’t matter. He would completely remove these three temporary words.

"Are you friends?" Mo Qiaoyin and Fu Chu were reminiscing about the past, and once again felt a strange evil aura, either from Fang Xiaomeng or Wen Qingmeng.

"Yeah." Fu Chu nodded, "It's just what you think."

"Fang Xiaomeng is a half-demon." Fu Chu whispered to Mo Qiaoyin.

"One of her parents is a demon hunter, and the other is a green fox." Fu Chu remembered that when Wen Qingmeng was entrusted to the care of the child, he was also at a loss. He had no experience in raising children at all, and he just took care of the child like that.

Wen Qingmeng could only follow the pace of raising children like humans and raise Fang Xiaomeng.

"She still doesn't know that she is a half-demon. In order to allow her to better integrate into the human world, Wen Qingmeng sacrificed a hundred years of cultivation to seal her half-demon bloodline." The bloodline has to be sealed again every ten years, and Wen Qingmeng's cultivation level has regressed from five hundred years to three hundred years.

Fang Xiaomeng sealed it once when he was ten years old. Wen Qingmeng needed to go into seclusion, so he sealed it earlier and sealed it again when he was seventeen years old.

No wonder she couldn't sense that Fang Xiaomeng was a monster. Wen Qingmeng was also very generous. How could an ordinary monster pay such a huge price?

She was certain: "Your friend may have other thoughts about Fang Xiaomeng."

"One is not enlightened, and the other does not want to be bound..." Fu Chu had long discovered Wen Qingmeng's feelings for Fang Xiaomeng, but he was confused by the situation. Wen Qingmeng was always procrastinating. It was obviously the right time to tell Fang Xiaomeng, but he hesitated to say it, as if this would allow Fang Xiaomeng to slow down, know it later, and not bear such a heavy burden.

As a human being, Fang Xiaomeng is naturally happy and comfortable. She likes lively days and likes interacting with people.

If he knew that he was a demon, he would definitely not be able to accept it for a while. He would have a huge psychological burden and would not be able to return to the human world to live openly.

Perhaps because his identity was recognized, Fu Chu was particularly happy and spoke more unconsciously.

Fu Chu asked cautiously: ""Are you willing to be my partner?"

He held the lantern in his hand and rubbed the handle unconsciously with nervousness.

"Have you found your people?" Mo Qiaoyin asked back.

"Yes, I found it, so I won't leave. I will spend all the time with you from now on." Fu Chu felt a little sad when talking about his tribesmen. His parents hoped that he would find his tribesmen and live with them.

But he was used to being alone and couldn't adapt to group life at all.

Mo Qiaoyin listened to his mumbling, "The master can't stand their unhygienic and unclean nature!" Die He interrupted.

Well, that's a big problem.

"The master likes quietness, and the little ones are so lively that they make the master upset." Seeing that the master did not stop her, Diehe continued.

"The master is being urged to give birth. They told him to find a female silver wolf and do this... and then... that, to give birth to wolf cubs!" Fu Chu couldn't hold it in any longer. He didn't want Mo Qiaoyin to know about this.

Unexpectedly, Diehe spoke very quickly and had already revealed it.