A handkerchief appeared in front of Song Tingfeng. He raised his head, and there was still a bit of sadness in his face that had not yet faded.

Chen Fu: "Wipe."

A few tears were stained on the handkerchief.

Song Tingfeng rarely showed a embarrassed expression. He suddenly saw the words on the spirit card. He should have been jealous, but what emerged was an inexplicable sadness.

Seeing that he was sincere, Chen Fu comforted him: "He has passed away for a while, you don't have to be sad."

Song Tingfeng: "I have never met this person, so how can I be sad?"

Shen Fu's cold eyes were frozen on the somewhat wet handkerchief.

Song Tingfeng coughed softly: "I am feeling sorry for you."

It would be fine if he didn't mention it. Chen Fu immediately thought of what the system said and sneered: "I feel sorry for being a widow?"

Upon hearing this, Song Tingfeng was a little swayed. Wu Muzhi's body on the roof tilted. He wanted to hear it clearly, but accidentally slid down.

Chen Fu raised his foot and wanted to kick him back to his original position. The little fox who had been lying at the door reacted very quickly and rushed out decisively to prepare for the response.

Wu Mu's body floated in the air and did not move. Then he slowly fell down. After his feet touched the ground, he looked at the little fox with relief: "You still have a conscience."

After a change of thought, he sighed: "When you are like this, I will feel guilty about my previous thoughts."

The little fox spitted out his pink tongue and didn't understand what he was talking about.

Chen Fu, who was on the other side, looked at him with contempt.

Wu Muzhi waved his hand, and the sky was filled with annoying Mao Xu, and he said disgusted: "Get into the house and say."

After speaking, no one paid attention to him. When he turned around, he realized that he was the only one left.

Chen Fu and others were already sitting on the sofa in the living room, with steaming tea in front of them. Wu Muzhi looked at the crow who was drinking tea without saying a word, and said in a deep voice: "I thought it was a kind fairy, but it turned out to be a bird of a feather."

The black-haired and brown-eyed man held the tea handle and slapped, obviously not understanding how the fire at the city gate burned him.

Chen Fu said lightly: "The sky is dry, and it's normal for a demon to have some anger."

Wu Muzhi found that there was no place to sit on his own and leaned against the wall and said, "This is just the first wave. Someone will definitely come to cause trouble in a few days."

Chen Fu: "Since I am a guest, I will be happy to 'enter'."

Wu Muzhi frowned: "It is not a fear of robbing like this, but I am afraid that someone will use some small means."

Chen Fu looked up at him.

Wu Muzhi suddenly felt that he was worried. If he compared the means, who would have more thoughts in front of him?

His eyes gradually shifted, and he stayed on the spiritual throne wrapped in white cloth again, "This is..."

Before Chen Fu could speak, Song Tingfeng said coldly: "His ex-husband."

Ex-husband?

Chen Fu looked up and thought about it, and always felt that this word was used strangely.

Wu Muzhi's desire for knowledge was ignited, and he took the initiative to help Chen Fu resume tea.

Chen Fu: "The story is very long, I don't want to tell it."

Wu Muzhi retreated and looked for the second best, and said unswervingly: "Then let's talk about it, how did you meet?"

The air seemed to be still for a second, and a trace of remembrance was stained in Chen Fu's eyes: "It's similar to you."

Wu Mu Yi was stunned.

Chen Fu: "I was worried that he would do evil, so I followed him."

The same picture appears in the minds of those present. The noble immortal king and the murderous devil have fallen in love over time.

The scene they imagined was quite pleasing to the eye.

Song Tingfeng's eyes swayed with the transparent tea, murmured: "So only the evil ones have the chance."

Chen Fu keenly captured this sentence, patiently taught me, "As a monk, you should be kind to others."

Song Tingfeng: "Will you pay attention to good people?"

Chen Fu's expression was a little inexplicable, and it seemed that he had experienced similar conversations not long ago.

A cup of tea came to an end after twenty minutes. Song Tingfeng drank tea very slowly, like a black cat with a cold and noble face, no one dared to disturb him.

"It's actually a little bit."

Song Tingfeng seemed to accidentally look at the clock hanging on the wall.

Chen Fu: "...why just stay here for one night?"

Song Tingfeng had a smile on his lips: "I'm disturbing."

The night was long, and the abyss beast went out to hunt alone. Song Tingfeng sat by the bed without any sleepiness.

The abyss beast did not seem to have encountered a very delicious prey, and he was not very interested when he came back. Song Tingfeng pinched its wing tip: "It's just an ex-husband."

Only living people can talk about love, there is no need to be too concerned.

He didn't sleep all night, and the door of Chen Fu closed at dawn. He just pretended that the other party was still sleeping and left the villa gently.

In fact, Chen Fu got up earlier than him and went to the shop an hour ago.

At this moment, Chen Fu was lying on the table, "If I were going to school with Song Tingfeng, I would probably not be able to come to the store today."

Wu Muzhi felt bored in a small dark room: "I'm lucky enough to meet you."

As soon as the words fell, the wind chime rang, crisp and moving.

The person who was standing outside the iron window said in a deep voice: "I have something to ask for advice today."

Chen Fu and Wu Muzhi looked at each other, and the latter turned the blame: "It was all because I had caught a crow, which made me feel the crow's mouth when I was not careful."

Chen Fu had no time to care about it, changed his tone, and the voice was light: "What do you think?"

"Marriage."

Chen Fu said after being silent: "Hand in."

The palm lines are very shallow, and the fingers are slender and fair. Even if you don’t look at your face, these hands can attract many people.

The last time I was lucky enough to pass by, it would be difficult for someone as smart as Song Tingfeng to get away with it. It would be fine if he had a female companion around him. As long as Chen Fu looked at the other person's physical characteristics, the key was that this person was alone, and even if he was a fool, it would be difficult to frame the range.

He took a light breath: "It's easy to do it deliberately if you know too much about it. Are you sure you want to listen?"

Song Tingfeng: "Yes."

Chen Fu sighed: "Your body is different from that of ordinary people."

After thinking for a long time, I could only start with kidney deficiency, but I could not directly explain the defect. I changed to a euphemism: "It is very likely that I will have no children."

The first sentence was unclear, but when I heard the second half, my mind was touched. Song Tingfeng's tone slightly raised: "Take it serious?"

Chen Fu: "No need to worry too much, maybe there will be a turning point."

"That's good." Song Tingfeng had a slight smile between the lines, and seemed to be very satisfied with the result.

Chen Fu just thought he was hit too hard: "If you have time, you can go to Longmen, where you have your chance."

At least he has never heard of dragon kidney deficiency.

The price given by Song Tingfeng when he paid was enough to buy the shop. In his opinion, if he was with Zhang Zhishui, it would be a good fit for the saying "destined to have no children".

Chen Fu was soaked in the shop all morning, and Wu Muzhi could find fun at any time. He even dug the wall and studied the process of cockroach reproduction, which made Song Tingfeng pass away, but Chen Fu didn't feel much relaxed.

There was a moment last night when he actually saw Xiao Ran’s shadow on Song Tingfeng.

He held his forehead and saw Wu Muzhi in the corner. He was afraid that he was infected by Wu Muzhi, and his mind was full of love and love.

This is a disease and needs to be cured.

The breeze was lightly delivered, blowing away the last trace of haze in Song Tingfeng's eyes. He suddenly wanted to see Chen Fu.

There is no perfection in the world, Chen Fu is not in the villa, the man with black hair and brown eyes comes out to open the door.

Song Tingfeng couldn't say whether it was good or bad about the crow spirit, and just said, "You came for Wutong Wood."

He used the statement, and the crow admitted it calmly: "Okay, road."

Song Tingfeng was stunned for a moment and summoned the abyss beast. At the same time, a halo covers every corner of the villa, ensuring that other fairies living here are not affected by sound waves: "Translation."

The Abyss Beast only added two more words: Immortal Lord.

Song Tingfeng knew it, as if Chen Fu had given him a better way out.

When it comes to Chen Fu, he has more attention: "What is it?"

The two words "Crazy Dragon." are concise and concise.

A strange luster flashed in Song Tingfeng's eyes: "Have he promised to take you to the dragon gate?"

The crow nodded.

The only point of breeze stopped, and at this moment, the overlapping clouds spread out, and when the sun shone, the air instantly became hot.

Song Tingfeng felt that his heart was being blown.
To be continued...