Wave after wave of stench wafted out from Fang Yiai's body, and the pieces of paper on his body were floating in the air. No one could figure out whether he had a brain problem or was possessed by some evil spirit. In short, it was not normal.

Several people rushed forward to stop him, but he drove them away.

Fang Er didn't care what they thought, he wanted to implement Shen An's clever plan to the end.

Originally, he was a tall and muscular man with a very strong body. He started practicing martial arts since childhood, but now, he seems to be a lithe dancer, lifting the hem of his clothes from time to time, and the expression on his face is not to mention intoxicated.

Of course, even though he performed hard, he still felt awkward.

After jumping for a while, he ran to stand under the cherry blossom tree, patting the tree trunk from time to time, letting the pink petals fall on his shoulders and head.

He was babbling and humming from time to time, but no one could hear clearly what he was singing, and Fang Yiai didn't know it anyway.

That feeling is really...

terrible!

The slaves put down their work one after another and surrounded him. On the one hand, they wanted to cover up his ugly appearance and reduce his influence. On the other hand, such liveliness was too rare to see.

Even in spite of their master's scolding, they couldn't look away.

I just felt that those dreamy petals fell on Fang Yiai's body, and every piece was infected with a stench that penetrated into the bone marrow.

There was a sense of disgust.

Fang Yiai didn't bother to pay attention to them. He used his peripheral vision to look into the crowd from time to time, really hoping that Shu'er could appear among the crowd of onlookers.

It's a pity, it's a pity, he has been practicing juggling here for a long time, but he didn't see her figure. Did he really scare her away yesterday?

No, if she runs away, his preparation for this big drama will be in vain.

He hung his legs on the tree trunk and was swinging leisurely. He was looking so beautiful when he suddenly heard a roar from the crowd.

"Fang Yiai!"

"You're crazy!"

Fang Yiai was stunned, looking forward and looking forward, but the person he was looking forward to was not Shu'er, but his terrible old mother Lu.

The crowd immediately dispersed to both sides. It turned out that she did not come alone. There was Lao Fang next to her, and behind them, Shu'er followed.

The real test has come. He must defeat himself before he can defeat them. Fang Yiai secretly made up his mind.

"The traitor!"

"Put your feet down!" This time, it was Fang Xuanling who roared overwhelmingly. However, this roar had no effect at all on Fang Yiai, who was bent on pretending to be stupid.

Now, this is the image of Silly Fang Er in the eyes of his parents.

His whole body stinks and there are disgusting flower petals on his body. What is even more unbearable is the yellow charms plastered all over his body.

Avoiding women, being quiet, having few desires, doing nothing, being a demon, causing harm...

Many words, all kinds of strange things.

Fang Yiai is not without any brains. Although he is not qualified for a serious official career, he does gain some experience by playing around.

It was Shen An's idea to stand in the manhole, but it was his own spontaneity to put the talisman stickers on his body.

Now it seems that this set works very well together.

He didn't care how Fang and his wife reacted. They were his biological parents anyway, so they wouldn't do anything to him. His eyes stayed on Shu'er.

Look, that little face is so frightened that it has turned sallow.

Hehe, you don’t dare to post it on me like this.

After a while, he put his feet down, jumped a few steps, and came to Shu'er.

"Madam, you are so good-looking!"

"Be my wife, okay?"

He stretched out his hand and scratched Shu'er's little face. Shu'er was so frightened that she quickly turned her face away. Along with his action, there was also the terrible stench.

The odors of feces and urine are mixed together, and the smell is incredible!

What does this smell like!

Why does it stink so much!

too disgusting!

Seeing her in trouble, Fang Yiai was as happy as a dog's tail flower. The more she hid, the closer he got. After a few rounds, Shu'er screamed and ran away.

"What a beauty, what a pity!" He jumped on the spot and started singing. Finally, Mrs. Lu couldn't stand it any longer, and despite the stench, she pulled Fang Yiai aside.

Fang Xuanling spoke, and everyone walked away knowingly. Fang Yiai was dragged into the side room by his wife.

That is to say, my own mother, he is like this, and he still dares to catch her.

As soon as he closed the door, Mr. Lu regretted it. The air was not circulating, and the odor on his body became even stronger, like a fierce horse, charging rampantly in the room.

"You traitor!"

"You're really driving me crazy!"

Fists like raindrops came down with such bang that Fang Yiai couldn't even lift his head.

"Old man, stop it!"

"You're going to beat him to death!"

Although he thought he could fight, Lao Fang couldn't move at all. Lu quickly stepped forward to stop him. Fang Xuanling was not the kind of violent father.

Following the trend, he stopped.

Mrs. Lu found a new set of clothes and ordered Fang Yiai to put them on.

Yiai shook her head. The odor on his body had already invaded his skin, and it definitely couldn't be solved by changing clothes.

"Son, what's wrong with you?"

"You were fine yesterday, why are you so crazy today!"

Seeing his appearance, Mrs. Lu felt terribly distressed. She lowered her head and tried her best to take off the yellow talismans on his body one by one.

"Look at what these are!"

"Oh, my dear, my dear!" she kept chanting, tears falling down her cheeks.

"Hey, grandma, don't expose everything!"

"This one won't work!"

Mrs. Lu was holding a piece of talisman paper with the word "Qingjing" written on it. Fang Yiai quickly snatched it away.

Wiping off the paste on the back, she put it back in her arms like a treasure. Looking at his solemn expression, Lu became suspicious: "What's so special about this yellow talisman? Didn't you write it yourself?"

"How do you know that I wrote this?"

"Whose son are you?"

Fang Yiai stared, and Mrs. Lu shook the pieces of paper in her hand: "This is your handwriting, like a dog crawling. Do you think I can't recognize it?"

By this time, there was no one else around, and Fang Yiai didn't want to pretend anymore.

He giggled, and Fang Xuanling calmed down. He began to feel that what this boy did today was very different from his usual nonsense.

It seemed that this was not a willful act without purpose. Under Lu's repeated insistence, Fang Yiai went to the back room to change her clothes.

Taking advantage of this free moment, she quickly lit a stick of incense to drive away the stench that filled the room.

When Fang Yiai came out, there was no need for the old couple to ask questions, so he explained it himself.

"Aye, Aniang, I'm not crazy, I have a reason for doing this!" He looked upright and awe-inspiring.

"Say!" Fang Xuanling said in a deep voice. At this time, Lao Lu, who always loved his son, also said nothing with a wink.
Chapter completed!