Fish swimming around the world

Jiang Fan smiled: "But I was also surprised. I didn't expect that you were born in such a dark place as Ji Le and Feng family, and you are a six-tailed demon fox, but you have such a soft heart."

Meng Chanjuan sighed softly: "Although I am not a real orphan, I am not as good as an orphan. I can empathize with their experiences..."

Jiang Fan was also speechless. To be honest, it would be better for Meng Chanjuan to be an orphan.

Seeing her sad expression, he didn't know how to comfort her. After a long while, he said: "The five hundred students in Mount Li regard you as their mother. When you get there, you will have a home."

Meng Chanjuan smiled: "Yes, if you don't have a home, create one for yourself."

She suddenly looked at Jiang Fan mischievously: "They also regard you as their father. We have many children..."

Jiang Fan laughed dryly: "There are so many old men in the Jiang family, so we need more children..."

From the next day, Mr. Jiang appeared in public. He was originally known as a doctor who could take blood and prolong life. Although his reputation was far inferior to that of Sun Daotong, he was much more mysterious than other doctors.

But in the final analysis, Jiang Fan's ability to take blood and prolong life was more of a rumor spread by people who didn't know the truth. As for the real talent, it had to be said that he had learned from Sun Daotong for many years. But he was still very powerful. It's no joke that a doctor becomes a good doctor after a long illness.

King Xiaoyao had received a lot of attention for personally assisting refugees, and there was a veiled woman beside him. Although her face could not be seen clearly, her figure and eyes that seemed to be like autumn water comforted many people.

When a lame man lined up and came close, Meng Chanjuan took the excuse of taking medicine and flicked something from his sleeve without being noticed. The man also looked normal and showed no abnormality. He thanked her profusely and went to the corner next to him to wait for boiled water.

They worked like this for a whole day, and at night they crawled into a tent. Then the tent began to shake...

One of the refugees narrowed his eyes and whispered to the person next to him: "Send the letter to the emperor quickly with an eagle..."

At this time, Meng Chanjuan was holding the supporting pole of the sheepskin tent with a helpless look on her face and shaking it back and forth: "Is it necessary?"

Jiang Fan sat at the other end, chewing a dry pancake in one hand and shaking the pole with the other hand.

"Yes, yes... I've seen someone perform like this before, it was like a real thing."

Meng Chanjuan's beautiful big eyes rolled back: "What can you do if you do it? You're so smart..."

Jiang Fan laughed dryly, but was choked by a dry pancake. Meng Chanjuan threw his wine gourd to him: "Drink some, wine makes cowards brave."

Tsk——

Mr. Jiang was unmoved, gulped down two mouthfuls, and sighed: "Even if you drink this half gourd, you won't get drunk."

Meng Chanjuan's eyes were a little mischievous: "Maybe."

Mr. Jiang was stunned by her strange expression, and seemed to realize something, looking down at the gourd in his hand: "...Hmm?"

"Hmm." Meng Chanjuan raised the corner of her mouth: "Drug."

Mr. Jiang was stunned: "Have you been fooled by that old guy? You really want to reconcile yin and yang..."

"I think what the old immortal said makes sense." Meng Chanjuan raised her chin with a smile in the corner of her eyes.

Young Master Jiang curled his lips: "He is just fooling you. I tell you that this old guy is not a good guy. Don't listen to his nonsense."

Meng Chanjuan was a little surprised: "Interesting, you call him Old Immortal Sun in front of others, and call him old guy behind his back. The relationship between you two is not ordinary."

Jiang Fan hummed: "The main thing is to know what kind of person he is. He is very disrespectful to the elderly."

Meng Chanjuan was very curious: "Tell me, what is your relationship with Old Sun?"

Jiang Fan snorted twice: "You won't understand even if I tell you, anyway, we are very familiar with each other."

Meng Chanjuan frowned: "Young Master, your background is too deep. You can even invite the 300-year-old Old Immortal Sun. You should know that even Taiyue or the Imperial Court don't have this face."

Jiang Fan laughed Ha laughed: "That's right, the old guy doesn't care about these high-ranking guys."

Meng Chanjuan admired: "The old immortal only cares about the common people, this is true compassion."

Jiang Fan nodded in response, but his face was full of bitterness: "I say, you can also show mercy, can you wear a coat at least? Who can stand it with bare shoulders, head and thighs."

Meng Chanjuan giggled: "The effect of the medicine is not so fast."

Jiang Fan sighed: "You miscalculated this time. I have been taking medicinal baths since I was a child, and I am generally immune to all kinds of poisons."

Meng Chanjuan was stunned: "There is such a thing?"

Jiang Fan said: "So, don't have any crooked thoughts, okay?"

"But..." Meng Chanjuan said provocatively: "Hehuan Powder is not a poison..."

Huh? ? ?

Jiang Fan suddenly reacted, and then shouted "Fuck!" and put down the pole to practice.

"It's too late, too late..." Meng Chanjuan looked at him like she was watching a play: "Accept your fate, Your Majesty. Oh, by the way..."

She smiled strangely: "I brought six fox tails, do you want to try them on..."

Jiang Fan secretly cried out that it was not good, and his mind lost control. He felt a hot current rushing up from his lower abdomen, and his skin suddenly turned red. He gritted his teeth: "You deserve it--"

Meng Chanjuan looked at him in a daze: "Huh? Red? But... I was fooling you..."

Jiang Fan was stunned, and then confused. What's going on with this hot current?

Is it the boiling blood of the beast?

Then, a cold breath rose from the snow mountain and slowly extinguished the evil fire.

Jiang Fan was speechless, it was probably a psychological effect...

Meng Chanjuan suddenly crawled close to him with great curiosity, and her nose twitched like a puppy: "Such a pure Yin Qi... I want to inhale!"

Her eyes were gleaming, her tongue licking her red lips, she looked like a fairy salivating at the sight of an elixir.

Seeing her about to pounce on him, Master Jiang was startled and pushed forward with both hands: "Don't come over here——"

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Sun Daotong was drinking secretly in the tent, and suddenly his ears twitched, as if he heard something, and then a mischievous light flashed in his eyes: "You idiot, you'll have to thank your Grandpa Sun later..."

In another tent, the old handsome man was leaning against the table with his eyes dull and the empty wine gourd on his chest. Suddenly his ears moved, and he was furious: "These people, old and young, are all bullying people..."

The old handsome man was so distraught that he didn't know what happened to his two ears, and they covered his ear holes with a snap, and he turned over and covered his head to sleep.

Outside a small tent, a girl in yellow clothes looked at the tent, her eyes were confused for a while, then she turned around and stared at the flickering bonfire in front of her...

Mr. Jiang didn't sleep well this time. Meng Chanjuan was not honest and kept pestering him, as if he smelled particularly good.

No one could stand such a peerless demon. Mr. Jiang always felt that his title of the demon king was in vain, and he couldn't even subdue a female demon.