Very melancholy,

Very sad,

And also very helpless.

Everything went black before his eyes.

When he opened them again,

Zheng Fan found himself standing on a bustling street.

He lowered his head,

And saw a mischievous son smiling at him, holding a string of candied hawthorns!

This time, Mowan was a little smarter, or perhaps the last meeting was a detour because of Zheng Fan's nightmare caused by Tian Wujing's extermination of his family. This time, it was a "dream" he created himself.

In short, this street exuded a retro atmosphere, not a modern scene.

At least, it didn't make Zheng Fan snap out of it right away.

The little boy reached out, grabbed Zheng Fan's hand, and tugged him forward, wanting Zheng Fan to play with him and stroll around the street with him.

His hands were sticky because he had been holding the candied hawthorns.

Zheng Fan sighed.

He knew,

What should have been waiting for him,

Who knew it would suddenly turn into this.

It was a bit like excitedly downloading a 30GB seed in later generations, only to have "Hulu Brothers, Hulu Brothers, seven flowers on one vine..." play after the download was complete.

"Son, couldn't you have waited a bit longer?"

Zheng Fan squatted down, looking at the little boy.

The little boy looked at Zheng Fan blankly.

He was very calm,

And also very cute,

But Zheng Fan clearly saw, seemingly because of Zheng Fan's attitude,

A bloodthirsty luster began to spread continuously in Mowan's bright pupils.

Mowan,

Was about to go berserk!

"Hiss!"

Zheng Fan immediately reached out and hugged the little boy,

"Yo yo yo, let's ride a horsey, ride a horsey, come on!"

The crisis,

Was averted at this moment.

The boy's smile returned, especially after sitting on Zheng Fan's shoulders, he waved his little hands happily.

As the saying goes,

You get something, you also have to give something in return at the same time.

People who are Zheng Fan's age can be considered to have elderly parents and young children; they are the pillars of the family and have to support it;

They nurture those below them, repay those above them, and live their lives cautiously.

Zheng Fan was different. He was leeching off the old and swindling the young.

When something happened, his son would go first. If his son couldn't do it, then his godfather would go.

Sha Tuo Que Shi was lying there, quiet, but Zheng Fan didn't dare to skip his filial piety during festivals; he would occasionally take the time to go have a drink and chat with him.

As for his son's side,

Well,

He was usually stable, but if you just leveled up and wanted to sleep with a woman, abandoning him, or rather, truly treating him like a stone and throwing him out the window,

No way,

His son wouldn't agree.

A biological son, a biological son, wasn't meant for you to deliberately avoid suspicion by sacrificing him for the greater good; that was just lip service and hypocrisy.

If you can't have the benefits first, then what's the point of having a biological son?

Moreover, he had possessed your body and risked his life to save you from danger countless times.

Having figured this out, Zheng Fan became silent and resigned to his fate.

He wouldn't be able to enjoy the warm embrace of a beauty tonight; he could only accompany his son and enjoy some parent-child fun in this dream first.

Walking and walking, looking and looking,

Masks,

Buy one,

Acrobatics,

Watch one,

Pan-fried buns,

Taste one.

Zheng Fan hadn't been married in his previous life, so he naturally hadn't raised any children. In this life, he got straight to the point, happily getting a son.

Hey, don't mention it, he was a little nonchalant at first, but gradually, he actually felt like he was integrating into it.

After all, there were countless connections in their relationship, guilt, emotion, and reluctance. Although there was no blood tie as a bond, the connection on a soul level was even closer.

A street that seemed to never end, always with fresh tricks and always with tempting food.

Zheng Fan didn't feel tired, and the little guy on his shoulders wouldn't feel tired either.

The Vengeful Infant of Ten Lifetimes was enjoying this moment, enjoying the...light in this dream.

He didn't know how long they had been strolling, how long they had been playing.

Dreams,

Sometimes they were like this, as short as a fleeting moment, and as long as one could forget the years.

Silently,

The noise in his ears seemed to quiet down.

Zheng Fan looked up again and found that he had walked to a small river. The riverbank was covered with fallen petals, a scene of a spring afternoon.

Sitting down, Zheng Fan couldn't help but lie down. The north was mostly bitterly cold, and he really missed spring a little.

The little boy ran out happily on his own, starting to catch grasshoppers, chasing butterflies, running around and singing some unknown tunes.

Zheng Fan was lying on his side, in the reclining posture of a Maitreya Buddha, his eyes always fixed on the little boy.

Suddenly,

Zheng Fan imagined in his mind what it would be like if Mowan were a real child.

He could go to kindergarten, go to school with a backpack, and grow up day by day...

Accompanied by these images was not warmth, but a sense of suffocation.

There were some things that Zheng Fan had been avoiding, deliberately not thinking in that direction.

Although he had been calling him "son" over and over again,

Although he often said that a work was the author's blood and sweat, his biological son.

But to put it bluntly,

When shaping the character of Mowan,

Zheng Fan used all the suppressed, dark, and twisted elements, coupled with a hysterical style, wanting to present an atmosphere of loneliness and despair in the darkness, in this way, to please his own intoxication and to please the comic book readers' wallets.

It wasn't really treating him like a son.

Thinking about it, Zheng Fan suddenly froze.

Turning around,

He suddenly found the little boy standing beside him, because he was lying on his side, so the other party was looking down at him.

The father and son looked at each other,

Then both of them smiled.

"Are you tired of playing?" Zheng Fan asked.

The little boy shook his head.

"Then play some more?"

The little boy shook his head again.

Suddenly,

Everything around them began to darken.

Zheng Fan found himself back in the original room again.

The lamps and candles flickered, presenting a sense of sight similar to a ghost movie boudoir.

Zheng Fan's first reaction was that Mowan had played enough and let him come back, but when he looked around and didn't find Si Niang, Zheng Fan understood,

He was still in this dream.

Zheng Fan began to search the room, walking into the inner room, and saw the little boy sitting on the bed.

The little boy was wearing a red bib, with a red dot on his forehead. When he saw Zheng Fan come in, he took the initiative to open his arms.

Zheng Fan walked over, reached out and hugged him, then placed him in the quilt and covered him up.

Hesitating for a moment,

Anyway, this was a dream,

Whether he went out the door or not it was still a dream.

Zheng Fan simply lay down in the quilt as well.

The father and son leaned together, lying on the bed.

The temperature in the quilt was below zero. Zheng Fan wasn't stupid enough to ask his son if he had a slight fever.

Instead, he continued to pretend to tuck the corners of the quilt for the little boy.

The little boy stared at Zheng Fan, reaching out and tugging at Zheng Fan's hair.

"Want to hear a story?"

The little boy nodded excitedly.

"Okay, Dad will tell you a story:

Once upon a time, there was a mountain, and on the mountain was a temple. In the temple, there was an old monk and a little monk. One day, the old monk said to the little monk, I'll tell you a story. Once upon a time..."

Outside the quilt, frost began to form.

Zheng Fan lowered his head, looking at the little boy. The little boy's expression seemed to be listening to this silly story with rapt attention, but at this moment, it was as if a terrifying mouth was about to bite down, swallowing everything.

Zheng Fan shivered,

And said:

"Once upon a time, there was a person whose dad was a truck driver with a bad temper who loved to drink. His mom, when he was very young, left this family.

Not died, but left. His grandparents always said bad things about his mom, saying that his mom ran away with someone else because she was greedy for their money.

Actually, he knew in his own heart that his dad wasn't very good to live with.

Later, before he was an adult, his dad also left. This time, he died.

To be honest, this person didn't suffer much growing up, nor did he feel sad that others had a mom and he didn't. Anyway, he just lived a normal life, going to school and coming home. Although his family's conditions weren't very good, he was considered to have enough food and clothing.

He liked to draw comics since he was a child. After going to college, he set up his own comic club, and then slowly developed it commercially..."

Speaking up to here, Zheng Fan looked down at the little boy again, finding that the little boy was also looking at Zheng Fan very calmly.

"Bored?" Zheng Fan asked.

The little boy rolled his eyes at Zheng Fan.

Immediately afterward,

He turned over, facing away from Zheng Fan.

Zheng Fan reached out, placed his hand on the little boy's head, and said:

"Next time you want to play, let me know in advance, and I'll play with you in the dream. If you want to play something heartwarming, we'll play something heartwarming; if you want to play something bloody, we'll play something bloody, okay?"

"Roar!"

A roar,

Came from all directions.

Zheng Fan was still lying calmly on the bed.

The little boy suddenly stood up,

Slowly turning around, his face began to rapidly change with various expressions.

There was shyness, innocence, smiles, gloominess, fierceness, and cruelty, like a slideshow that was rapidly switching, constantly transforming.

"Is this telling me... to call stop?"

Like a lottery show at an annual meeting?

The little boy nodded, his expression continuing to change.

"But many of the big prizes at annual meetings are rigged."

The little boy didn't respond, continuing to change his expression.

"Okay, one, two, three, stop!"

The expression froze,

Freezing on a "cruel" expression.

Zheng Fan sighed and said:

"I knew it, backroom operations."

The little boy's teeth began to collide, and his tongue began to lick his lips, as if preparing to eat.

Zheng Fan "hehe" smiled,

And said:

"Can't wait to eat my flesh?"

The little boy nodded.

"Then eat it, anyway, this is in a dream."

Zheng Fan took it very lightly, just treating it as a nightmare.

The little boy turned around, took a few steps towards the end of the bed, stopped, and then turned sideways, facing Zheng Fan.

Zheng Fan's eyes immediately widened,

Wanting to struggle but finding that his body was suddenly bound, as if he was being held down by a ghost.

"No, no, you can't bite that place, there will be problems!"

The little boy suddenly squatted down,

"Aaaaaahhhhh!!!!!"

Zheng Fan yelled out loud.

But after yelling,

Zheng Fan raised his neck again and tried hard to look down, finding that the little boy was just squatting there. He turned his face, looked at Zheng Fan, and a mischievous smile appeared on his face. The cruel expression from before had disappeared.

"Hehehehe..."

The boy's crisp laughter came.

"Heh...heh...hahahaha..."

Zheng Fan also laughed,

Damn it,

A smile with tears.

………

In the hall, all the Demon Kings hadn't left yet; they still had some specific matters that hadn't been discussed.

Xue San suddenly changed the subject and said to the Blind Man:

"Blind Man, scan them and see if they did it or not?"

"Oh? You're asking me to probe that?"

"Anyway, the Lord doesn't know, and Si Niang might not be able to sense it."

The Blind Man said solemnly:

"But Mowan can sense my mental strength, and then I'm dead."

While everyone else was vying to be a simpering sycophant,

You're going to probe the Lord's boudoir affairs,

Then you really don't want to pursue progress at all.

If the Lord has a knot in his heart, the others will be recovering rapidly while you stay still.

That would simply be a kind of torture.

Liang Cheng said calmly:

"What's the hurry? We must believe in Si Niang. Tomorrow, there will be results."

Xue San nodded and said again: "Remember, the first one to advance last time was Mowan."

Liang Cheng heard this and said:

"We must believe in Si Niang. This time, Si Niang is obviously prepared and won't fall behind Mowan."

"Buzz!"

As soon as the words fell,

A tyrannical aura belonging to Mowan suddenly burst out!

In an instant, it quickly dissipated into nothingness.

Xue San immediately jumped up and slammed Liang Cheng's knee,

Yelling:

"Quick, say I'll never grow taller again!"