Chapter 1 Breakfast and the Dog

After finishing breakfast and receiving a wave of “map vision expansion” brought by Xia Zi Bei, Zheng Fan strolled around the front hall and then returned to the backyard.

Zheng Fan felt like a dog,

daring to only wander around in his familiar little area, not daring to run out, and not even having the courage to do the pee-marking territory that ordinary dogs like to do.

Although, running out at this time, the only benefit might be that you can now see a genuine ancient city and not be pushed to buy flower cakes or pay ancient city maintenance fees.

But in the inn, with food, drink, and a little girl to serve him, there really seemed to be no need to go out for a walk.

The layout of the row of bungalows in the backyard was like this: in the very center was a small living room. Everyone had gathered in this small hall for dinner several times before. To the west of the small hall was Zheng Fan's bedroom, and the others' bedrooms were even further to the side.

When Zheng Fan strolled back, he saw a busy little figure in the small hall.

The dining table in the small hall had been moved away, replaced by a wooden table that was larger and thicker.

Xue San was kneeling at the wooden table, wielding tools to carve rapidly. Curls of wood shavings fell out, and the air was filled with the fragrance of wood curls.

"Master."

Xue San looked up, smiled at Zheng Fan, and then lowered his head to continue with the work in his hands.

"Are you making a sand table?"

Zheng Fan glanced at the area that had already been carved. It could be seen that the central area should be Huto City, and nearby was the surrounding terrain of Huto City.

"Master has keen eyes."

Xue San first offered a flattering remark and continued, "Xia Zi Bei ordered me to do it. Some details still need to be added. Now I'm just carving out a rough outline. Our next goal is to gain a foothold in Huto City, so it's convenient to get the strategic sand table ready first."

"Oh, then I'm really troubling you."

"This is what your subordinate should do."

Xue San wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeve and then continued his work.

Zheng Fan stood beside him, watching, and helped pass the tools a few times.

Several times, when Xue San stopped to drink water or look at the reference, his lips pursed, wanting to say something, but the words came to his mouth and he didn't know how to say them.

For the usual tight-lipped people like A'ming and Liang Cheng, saying a little something can easily give people a feeling of "sincerity," "not easy," and "very genuine."

But for someone like Xue San, who usually flatters and smiles, speaking eloquently, perhaps it's because he's too good at saying polite and beautiful things that when it really comes time to say something that can move people, he doesn't know how to open his mouth.

Fortunately, he had something to do in his hands, so he didn't have to worry about the awkwardness of "the sudden silence of the air."

However, everything is relative and exists in a state of mutual influence.

After experiencing A'ming, Liang Cheng, and Xia Zi Bei's "seeking a hug" this morning, Zheng Fan seemed to have accepted some subtle influences.

When leaving the small hall, Zheng Fan reached out and patted Xue San's shoulder.

"You keep busy, I'll go look around elsewhere."

Patting shoulders seems to be a divine skill of superiors. Whether you've learned it before or not, when you reach that position, you always seem to be able to learn this cost-effective method.

Moreover, watching Xue San busy at work, Zheng Fan always felt a sense of guilt of driving a child laborer.

Xue San was stunned at the wooden table. Even after Zheng Fan had left the small hall, he still hadn't moved.

A strand of warm touch came from his shoulder. In the dark, it seemed that there were lines, from originally not existing to gradually becoming clear, and then back to not existing.

From a three-dimensional self, back to a two-dimensional picture, over and over again, constantly changing.

Vaguely,

he saw a person, hunched over his desk, bit by bit, weaving his own existence.

"Cough cough..."

Xue San suddenly coughed violently.

The wooden table was also in danger of collapsing due to his shaking. In order to avoid his morning's efforts being destroyed, Xue San decisively chose to take the initiative to jump off the wooden table, even if he fell painfully, it would be better than redoing useless work.

However,

Xue San's figure suddenly froze in mid-air. This was only a moment's freeze, but it revealed a look of shock on Xue San's face.

Immediately following,

all the joints of his body, from top to bottom, seemed to begin to undergo fine-tuning,

After the freeze disappeared,

he exerted a slight force in his waist,

and the whole person actually changed the direction of his fall in an instant,

Both feet,

landed firmly on the ground,

and,

without making any extraneous sound,

not even a speck of dust on the floor tiles was splashed up.

After landing, Xue San took a deep breath, then exhaled it heavily, and then, involuntarily, he stuck out his tongue and licked his lips heavily.

"Clatter!"

The tool in his hand fell to the ground.

Xue San covered his mouth with his left hand,

"Hehe..."

At first, it was just a suppressed sound.

"Hee hee hee..."

Until the end,

"Hahahaha!!!"

The smile,

from image to volume,

began to gradually become arrogant.

…………

When he pushed open the door to his room, Zheng Fan seemed to hear Xue San's laughter, but before he could react, he was bounced back in that moment of daze.

The embarrassing thing was,

the volleyball's manufacturer should be very focused on the requirement of excellent quality.

Even though the date of manufacture was a bit old,

their elasticity and the resulting toughness were still astounding.

This also led to Zheng Fan... being bounced back, as if he had jumped onto a trampoline head-on.

Duang!

"Master, are you alright?"

Si Niang's voice came.

Zheng Fan staggered back several steps to steady himself, and then he saw Feng Si Niang standing at the door at the moment he opened it. She should have been in his room before.

"Si Niang, you're here."

"Master, I came to bring you clothes. In the past six months, I took the time to make several sets of clothes myself, but because Master has not woken up, I haven't really tried them on. Generally, they should fit, but I still need Master to stand and try them on so that I can make some small modifications."

"Oh, good."

Zheng Fan followed Feng Si Niang into the room, and under Feng Si Niang's guidance, he tried on the clothes one by one.

Si Niang held a ruler and a small ink pen, carefully recording the places that needed to be modified.

The several sets of clothes made by Si Niang were basically modeled on hoodies, but with many elements of this era added. While loose, they didn't feel too baggy.

Huto City is adjacent to the desert, with a lot of wind and sand. To block the wind and sand, many people wear robes and other thick clothes. In addition, there are many foreign merchant teams here. The clothes of those people actually didn't look very different from the modern-style hoodies that Zheng Fan had been wearing these past two days.

Thinking about it, A'ming can still stubbornly stick to his worn-out tailcoat, which is enough to show that in this place, strange clothes and the like do not exist.

After trying on the last piece of clothing and taking it off, and then putting on his original clothes, Zheng Fan said with some emotion:

"Thank you, Si Niang."

"This is what your subordinate should do. Who made it so that only I, a woman, am under Master's command? If you need anything, just tell me, and I will satisfy Master."

Feng Si Niang's every frown and smile carried a kind of charm that was ingrained in her bones.

However, Zheng Fan had no other thoughts at this moment, and just opened his mouth and said:

"When I was a child, I was actually quite envious of other children who could be led by their mothers to buy and try on new clothes."

Feng Si Niang was stunned when she heard this.

They, these Devil Kings, had a certain understanding of Zheng Fan, but it was impossible to understand him so deeply.

Zheng Fan took a breath, smiled, and said, "My mother divorced my dad not long after she gave birth to me. It is said that she went to Guangdong and found another family, and she never came back to see me again. My dad was a truck driver, often away from home for long periods of time, and didn't have the time and patience to accompany me to buy clothes.

Later, he died in a car accident, and I never had the chance to have an elder accompany me to buy clothes again."

A look of sorrow appeared on Feng Si Niang's face, and she slowly reached out and grasped Zheng Fan's hands.

She knew that, perhaps in the depths of her master's heart, he lacked love.

"Master, Si Niang is also a little old, not a young girl anymore. As long as Master likes it, Si Niang... Si Niang can play Master's mother.

Master, whatever you want to do to your mother, I can cooperate. I'm very good at role-playing."

"Huh?..."

Zheng Fan was suddenly stunned.

In the past, Zheng Fan felt that he, who was obsessed with horror themes, was a bit heavy in taste compared to normal people, but facing these Devil Kings, Zheng Fan really felt that he seemed to be too pure.

And, he often felt that he was not perverted enough to integrate with them.

"Squeak!"

The door to the room was pushed open, breaking the atmosphere that Feng Si Niang had finally managed to create in the room at this time.

Xia Zi Bei was standing at the door.

Ahhhhh!

Feng Si Niang was extremely angry in her heart, and directly pointed at Xia Zi Bei and cursed:

"Dead blind man, can't you knock before coming in!"

Xia Zi Bei heard this, stretched out his finger and knocked on the door panel a few times,

"Dododo..."

Then,

he opened his mouth and said:

"Something happened at the entrance of the inn, okaasan."