After Yan Lan was forcibly dragged away by Yeyou, he kept cursing all the way.
Ye You looked at the old man with his hair standing on end with rage, and he looked like he was ready to stab someone to death at any moment, and he sighed in his heart.
This guy is really good at fighting, but his brain is really small!
The two ghosts did not return to Dayong. Yeyou pulled Master Jinwu to Zuzhou and said, "Don't panic. Just wait. You will know soon."
In fact, it is very fast.
As soon as the bird and the ghost arrived at Zuzhou, they saw a bigger man sitting by the sea, brewing tea around a stove. He looked so leisurely and comfortable that the Yanlan bird's eyes widened.
He pointed at Cang Ming and asked, "Why are you here?"
Ye You sighed, "Sure."
"Why?" Yan Lan was suspicious, his mind was confused.
Cang Ming stood up slowly and nodded to Yan Lan and Ye You: "Uncle Yan Lan, Ye You will go first, please."
The bird feathers on Yan Lan's body almost exploded, and Ye You's expression froze.
Yan Lan: "Why do you reply with such a sour tone? Are you crazy?"
Ye You coughed and said, "He is the Crown Prince Cang Ming."
Yan Lan's face suddenly changed, it seemed that Uncle Bird had been watching and drinking in Zuzhou all this time, and didn't know that his good son-in-law had "transformed" many times.
"Calm down! Uncle, let's calm down first!" Ye Youyi tried his best to grab Uncle Jinwu, and seeing that Cangming on the opposite side had no intention of helping, he collapsed inside.
He had no choice but to use his ultimate move to distract Yan Lan's attention and yelled:
"That Miaoyin who appeared in Kunlun must be a dead ghost in disguise!"
Sure enough, the anger on Yan Lan's forehead subsided, and he turned around and glared at him: "What the hell? The one who just had a fight with me was my eldest niece?"
Master Jinwu didn’t understand. Master Jinwu was confused.
What the hell is this?
Cang Ming nodded and said calmly: "It was indeed Shasha who was pretending to be her. Didn't Uncle Yan Lan recognize her?"
Night Tour Sweating: Hey, hey, hey! Don't add fuel to the fire!
The fire on Yan Lan's head suddenly burst out again: "Who didn't recognize her! How could I not recognize my niece? Isn't it... you can't recognize Shasha? And who is your uncle! Don't try to be a relative!"
Cang Ming looked at him and tilted his head slightly, "You were very kind to my other self."
Yan Lan grinned: "I even broke all his ribs. What? Do you also want this kind of friendly attitude?"
"I dare not refuse a gift from an elder." Cang Ming stood up and bowed: "If this makes my uncle happy, I am willing to accept the favor."
Yan Lan: “…”
Master Jinwu can’t do it anymore.
This kid... um, is he sick?
However, at this moment, his pretentious spirit is a bit like that kid Xiao Chenyan!
At this moment, Miaoyin appeared with a full belly.
Yan Lan took off his shoes and pointed at Miao Yin: "Stand still!"
In an instant, Qing Wu broke free from the illusion, turned around and ran away.
Yan Lan chased after him fiercely: "You little devil, you are playing tricks on your uncle! You even dared to turn into the appearance of the lotus fairy. I can't kill you with my sword!"
"Uncle Yan, you are going too far!" Qing Wu yelled without even turning her head: "You recognized me during the night tour, and you blame my acting skills even though you are old and your eyes are blurry? Ouch - your athlete's foot... How long have you not washed your feet!"
"If you want to do it, just do it. Why are you imitating Uncle Bei and taking off your shoes? You don't wash your feet!"
The uncle and nephew were fighting in a hurry.
Cang Ming was holding a cup of fragrant tea and quietly enjoying it. Qing Wu caught a glimpse of it and grabbed Yan Lan's hand that was swinging the shoe, pointing at him:
"Cut him off! He was the one who gave me this idea!"
Cang Ming paused while drinking tea and blinked his eyelashes lightly. Is he so adept at framing others?
Cang Ming wanted to deny it, but when the words came to his lips, his instinct overcame his reason and he blurted out, "Yes, it was me."
Cang Ming: “…”
He pursed his lips in self-reflection.
The instinct that just stopped him from telling the truth, was it indulgence?
Or is it the desire for sex?
What a strange and novel feeling.
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