I Have a Three-Realm Auction System

They naturally knew what Zhou Fan said about going to the heavens, to help Menglai lift the sealed memory.

However, the heaven is an unknown world for them, and it is also separated by the gate of heaven, and it is not easy to enter it.

"Have you decided yet?" Menglai looked at Zhou Fan and asked seriously.

"Yeah!" Zhou Fan nodded.

"I'm going out to get some air." Menglai put down the tableware, turned and walked out of the room.

"What's wrong with her?" Zhou Fan was like a monk with two husbands, confused.

"I'll take a look." Wen Ting said, turning around and walking out.

Seeing this scene, he smiled and looked at his nose, his nose at his mouth, and his mouth at his heart, and he ate chicken drumsticks on his own.

"Hey! I really don't understand the world of adults. Why don't you tell me if you like it." He smiled and muttered, looking in the direction where Menglai left.

"You can't stop your mouth when you eat." Zhou Fan picked up a piece of spareribs and stuffed it into Xiaoxiao's mouth.

"Master, Sister Menglai likes you, don't you know?" Xiaoxiao took off the ribs and said very seriously.

"How could she like me?" Zhou Fan shook his head, Meng Lai was a saint in the demon realm, standing on the opposite of him, how could he like him.

Besides, even if Menglai likes him, he can't like her, because in his heart, he already has Wen Ting and Yan Shumo, and he may not be able to hold other women anymore.

"Hey! The world of your adults is really too complicated. It's better to be a child. Eat, sleep, and play Doudou, and you will be carefree." Xiaoxiao muttered, then lowered his head and nibbled at the ribs.

Zhou Fan looked at the direction where Menglai and Wen Ting were leaving, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

He also knew a little about Meng Lai's thoughts, but, good luck fools people.

Menglai came to the courtyard and sat down on the swing beside the courtyard pool.

"Did you fall in love with Brother Fan?" Wen Ting came behind her, pondered for a while, or asked.

"Falling in love with him? How could I fall in love with him!" Menglai was stunned for a moment, sitting on the swing and shaking gently, beautiful.

"Perhaps you don't even know yourself, when did you fall in love with Brother Fan?" Meng Lai's little thought might be able to fill others, but for her, it had no effect.

She has been with Menglai for many days, and she still has a little understanding of Menglai's character. Zhou Fan proposed to go to the heaven before, and from Menglai's reaction, she knew that there was something in Menglai's heart.

It is very likely that Menglai has fallen in love with Zhou Fan.

"I am a saint from the Demon Realm, and I stand on the opposite side of Zhou Fan. How could I love Zhou Fan?" Menglai chuckled and shook his head.

"Although you don't admit it, some things are unavoidable. If you really like Brother Fan, you must tell him." Wen Ting said.

Immediately, Wen Ting walked into the house.

And Menglai, still sitting on the swing, rippling slightly, just like her mood at this moment, there are waves.

After dinner, Zhou Fan took Menglai to Yan's courtyard to visit Mr. Yan.

A while ago, Zhou Fan promised Yan Changqing that he would go to Yan's house when he had time to visit Mr. Yan, but since this time, he was caught up in the affairs of the Demon Sect and did not take any free time.

After the Battle of the Icefields ended, Zhou Fan continued to heal his injuries, which was delayed.

The Yan Family Courtyard is not far from the city garden. With the speed of Zhou Fan and Menglai, the scene will arrive in just a moment.

"You all go away, I don't want you to take care of you, you are not my granddaughter."

Just as Zhou Fan and the others fell into the other courtyard, a voice came from the other courtyard, and the voice was full of anger.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Fan saw that a group of servants were kicked out, including Yan Changqing.

"Uncle Yan, what's wrong?" Zhou Fan asked.

"The old man's illness is getting more and more serious, and now he is still a little dementia, and he keeps shouting to find ink and wash." Yan Changqing sighed.

"That's it." Zhou Fan nodded.

Mr. Yan had advanced bone cancer before, and later he took the Yannian Yishou Pill taken from Zhou Fan, which saved his life.

It's just that during this time, he seems to have Alzheimer's, and sometimes he can't even remember who he is.

However, he remembered one person, that person was his granddaughter, Yan Shumo.

"Who is this??" Yan Changqing looked at Menglai next to Zhou Fan. The moment he saw Menglai, he couldn't help but tremble, because from Menglai, he felt a familiar breath, this breath It is very similar to Yan ink.

"You are Ink!!" Yan Changqing asked.

"Uncle Yan, she's not Ink, he's Menglai, I brought her here today to visit you and the old man." Zhou Fan said in relief.

Meng Lai is Yan Shu Mo, as long as he knows about this matter, it is not suitable to tell Yan Changqing in this situation. After all, this is really too incredible for him.

"I'm Menglai, Yan Shuimo's good friend." Menglai nodded.

After entering this courtyard, she also had an indescribable sense of familiarity, as if she lived here.

Especially after seeing Yan Changqing, this feeling is even stronger.

At this time, the memory of Yan Shui Mo, who was sealed in his mind, was also fluctuating violently. He seemed to want to break through the seal, but the gloss flowed on the seal, suppressing it.

"Look at me, I'm really confused, and the ink painting is no longer there." Yan Changqing sighed, and there was a trace of loneliness in his expression.

"If you don't mind, I will visit you often in the future." Menglai laughed.

"That's really great." Yan Changqing smiled. The old man's greatest fear is loneliness. With someone to accompany him, it will undoubtedly be much better.

"Let's go first." Yan Changqing led Zhou Fan and Menglai into the villa.

At this time, the living room of the villa was in a mess. There were broken vases, teacups, and scattered fruits on the ground, showing how much fire the old man had made before.

Mr. Yan was sitting on the sofa at this time, his eyes were slightly closed, his head was lowered, his hair was much whiter, and his old face was full of loneliness.

"Master, I came to see you, do you still recognize me?" Zhou Fan came to Master Yan and said softly.

After hearing Zhou Fan's words, Mr. Yan slowly raised his head and opened his slightly closed eyes, "You are Zhou Fan, I know you, our ink painting also likes you, you are here, does ink painting follow you? Woke up?"

"This" Zhou Fan didn't know how to answer, and looked at Menglai.

"Ink, my poor child." Following the direction Zhou Fan was looking at, Old Man Yan was in tears, shaking his body thinking of Menglai coming over.