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Hei Ku's face was a little ugly. Before entering, no one told him that there was such a crisis.

Ximu seemed to be worried about frightening the two newcomers, so he hurriedly said with a gentle smile: "Actually, there is no need to be too nervous. Under normal circumstances, nothing evil will happen."

Feng Qinglang had already walked towards that Fan Gao. He was not walking fast, trying to keep pace with most people on the street, and at the same time carefully sensing the spiritual atmosphere around him. Perhaps it was because Fan Gao's spiritual origin was too bright. No other spiritual source was felt.

This poor colleague has completely integrated into this world, thinking that he is a member of this world, and feels that someone is standing in front of him, playing hard, maybe today's lunch is all on this "confidant" .

The sound of the piano was full of sourness, as if it was telling the misfortune of the piano player's life. Feng Qinglang didn't have high musical attainments, and she didn't want to waste too much time in order to gain the identity of a bosom friend, so she smiled and said: "You play the piano well. All right, what's your name?"

"I'm just a down-and-out busker, and my name is no longer important to me..." Fan Gao's expression was full of loneliness.

"I want to know, tell me!" Feng Qingqing's tone revealed an aura of a superior.

This startled Fan Gao, and hurriedly said: "I vaguely remember that my name used to be Fan Gao."

Feng Qinglang's heart moved, he subconsciously still remembered his name and was still using his own name, this was a good signal, if he said another name, Feng Qinglang would leave decisively.

At this time, Teacher Ximu had already winked at the side, implying not to push too much, every newcomer came in, trying to find a breakthrough from Fan Gao, and almost made trouble a few times.

But Feng Qinglang pretended not to notice, regained her gentleness, and said, "Fan Gao, I would like to treat you to a drink!"

On the contrary, Ximu felt relieved. In this illusion world, Fan Gao still retains the habitual vigilance of Fan Gao in the real world. Whenever there are invitations from strangers who plan to buy drinks, he will often refuse, and try to avoid any further contact with him. Talk to this person.

Sure enough, Fan Gao's attitude suddenly became much colder, he shook his head and said, "Your Excellency, I still have to work hard for today's livelihood."

Feng Qinglang turned around and glanced at the fruit stand next to him. The currency traded here is the independent currency issued by the Huanlei Empire, which is different from the general currency of the Stigmata Continent. The most obvious feature is that the silver coin is engraved with lightning patterns on the edge. After a circle, he couldn't see any gold coins with higher value, so he used the silver coins as a model to make assumptions. In the blink of an eye, a handful of silver coins appeared in his hand, and they smashed into the upside-down top in front of Fan Gao. in the top hat.

Ximu's face changed. He felt that he had never underestimated Feng Qinglang, a young illusionist, but entering a strange illusion world and being able to simulate the currency in it so quickly, this talent was too frightening. You know, he has been here for so long before he dared to imagine a small amount of currency to use, which is the lowest value of copper coins... Of course, now he is more thinking about withdrawing at any time. Once these silver coins have any flaws, the illusion will Something is bound to go wrong in the world.

Seeing Fan Gao hanging down, picking up his top hat, and rubbing the silver coins with his hands, Ximu's heart was so nervous that if he found out that it was a counterfeit coin, what would happen here immediately, a meteorite rain, a storm that would sweep the world Hurricane?

Unexpectedly, Fan Gao's face was full of shock, and he murmured: "These are enough for me to live a good life for a few years..."

Feng Qinglang knew that the other party would never reject her arrogantly. If Fan Gao was such a person, he would not be willing to serve in the Bi family. He said, "Your Excellency Fan Gao, we can go have a drink now." Yet?"

"Yes, of course!" Fan Gao nodded eagerly.

He heard footsteps behind Feng Qinglang, and his subconscious habit of vigilance made him boldly ask: "However, these two beside you are..."

Feng Qing said calmly, "My two followers."

Fan Gao was relieved, Ximu and Hei Ku pinched their noses and recognized.

In the tavern behind Fan Gao, Fan Gao tried his best to maintain his demeanor at first, but with Feng Qinglang's encouragement, he has become like a wolf and a tiger, quickly cleaning up the food in front of him, sweeping through the remnants of clouds, his face All looks of satisfaction.

Ximu and Heiku glanced at each other inadvertently, and they both secretly smiled bitterly. This colleague was indeed lost too deeply. In reality, he still relies on the Bi family to support his survival. He is just an unconscious vegetable. Lying in the room next to the ward... But in the illusion world, he had a very satisfying meal, with gratitude written all over his face.

Feng Qinglang smiled and said: "Your Excellency Fan Gao, I heard that your piano sound is full of depression and disappointment. Could it be that you are a person with a story?"

Fan Gao shook his head and sighed, "It's hard to say."

"Appreciate further details!"

So, His Excellency Fan Gao began to tell his own story. He used to be a court luthier with amazing talents. Even the princess was fascinated by his music. , and lost both eyes, from now on, he became a blind old man...

This story was so heart-wrenching and tearful, but Ximu couldn't help but stare, what is this? After you get lost, you will directly become a pianist near the fixed transmission channel. The subconscious is really a terrible thing. Just help him fill in the past experience, it is still full of golden light, even if he is down, he can still be down and down proudly.

It was rare that Feng Qinglang still smiled gently and said: "It turns out that we are fortunate to sit with the best luthier in the world. Come, let's have another drink!"

"..."

For Feng Qinglang and the three of them, the wine here can be said to be drunk for a thousand cups, because they know that everything here is illusory, but for Fan Gao, this is everything to him, and he pours it down one cup after another. Already starting to get blurred, chattering while drinking, repeating incessantly in his mouth, if he could do it all over again, what would he do...

Feng Qinglang was always listening with a smile on her face, and she didn't seem impatient at all, but Ximu was secretly excited. Regarding Fan Gao, their team of illusionists had done a lot of work, but they could make Fan Gao drunk , this is the first time.

Maybe, Fan Gao has been in contact with Biyuntian's spiritual origin, and understood the truth of this world before he was lost. If there is a chance to wake him up, or the next best thing, what key information can he get from him, and solve the problem? There is great hope in this illusion world.

Seeing that Fan Gao was getting more and more drunk, he couldn't help asking: Your Excellency Fan Gao, what do you think the world is like? "

Fan Gao's face became more confused, as if someone asked himself in reality, what do you think this world is?This is too difficult to answer...

So, he changed his sitting position, his vigilance rose again, he wanted to stand up tremblingly, and said with a smile: "You respect your excellency, this old man must be drunk and talking nonsense, I'd better take my leave first."

Feng Qinglang couldn't help but glared at Ximu, raised her hand and pressed Fan Gao again, and said with a smile: "A sage in ancient times has a saying, a thousand cups of wine is rare when you meet a bosom friend. I still want to hear Mr.'s story, let's continue to drink!"

Hei Ku also knew that this was a rare opportunity. Thinking of the millions of rewards for completing the task, he felt his blood boil, and hurriedly helped, and tried his best to keep Fan Gao.

Ximu understood that he had acted too hastily, so he quickly punished himself with three cups of laughter, and even pretended to belch.

Fan Gao reluctantly sat down again, but under the enthusiasm of the three of them, he quickly re-entered the state, talking drunkenly about the past that never existed.

When he was about to get drunk, he had already regarded Feng Qinglang as his only confidant in his life. There had never been such a person who was willing to quietly listen to his every voice, and he could always respond to a sentence or two just right, and he could say something every time. He went up in his heart.

And now, his bosom friend finally uttered his voice for the first time: "Your Excellency Fan Gao, do you believe that there are gods in this world?"

According to the previous conversation, Feng Qinglang has basically determined that Fan Gao is a theist, and this view will not arouse his disgust.

"I believe, I heard that they have their own spokespersons in the mortal world, but...it's a pity that I have never seen them..."

Feng Qinglang lowered her voice and said mysteriously: "If I say that I am one of the spokespersons of the God of Destiny in the mortal world, would you believe it?"

Fan Gao laughed loudly, drunk, and said presumptuously: "Your Excellency Wen Ruyu, I...I believe you must be a great person, you...you say you are a prince, I would believe it, but you are a messenger of God, hehe ..."

Feng Qinglang still smiled and said: "My mission this time is to find those worthy of giving the goddess a chance, give them a chance to be reborn, and see if they can grasp their destiny and truly prove themselves."

Feng Qingqing's voice is full of bewitching charm, under the paralysis of alcohol, that voice seems to be able to guide Fan Gao into the most beautiful fantasies, such as being reborn, those missed beauties, those missed opportunities, will all come together. Hold it in your hand again.

Fan Gao felt that his throat became dry and his voice became trembling: "Your Excellency Wen Ruyu, don't...don't be joking."

Feng Qinglang said calmly: "I'm not joking, and fate has forced you to make a choice, listen..."

For Ximu and Heiku on the side, all the surrounding sounds are as usual, but for Fan Gao, he can hear the noise outside the tavern, and an officer is vaguely shouting: "...Listen, we are the Royal Guards Army! What about that old blind man, the guy playing the banjo, he committed a felony in the imperial capital many years ago, and he must be arrested!"

"...It seems that he met a rich man and was invited into a tavern to drink."

"..."

Fan Gao's face suddenly turned extremely pale. The one who should come has come. After so many years of avoiding, he thought they had forgotten about him, but he did not expect that they still came...