Chapter 1

From after dinner until late at night, Zheng Fan stayed alone in the room. On the dressing table in front of him was placed the box.

The Demon Pill was sealed inside.

It was just very disrespectful that even though he was awake, even though he was sitting in front of it, it didn't show itself to meet him.

Actually, he should have expected this attitude long ago.

It was estimated that their true attitude should be similar to that of the vampire A Ming, because he was too proud to bother to pretend.

And what was he to them?

Right now, even the Demon Pill under his control looked down on him.

However, he really had to thank them for one thing. If he had come to this world alone, even if he hadn't been unconscious, he probably would have been gone long ago.

Although these Demon Lords had lost their power, they were still able to set up a stage in this strange world and live a decent life. He could be considered to be benefiting from them.

Starting in the afternoon, the inn began to open for business, and guests came one after another. After nightfall, the noise from the front hall became louder and louder.

Business was booming, which was pretty good.

It was just that Zheng Fan had no interest in going out to take a look. He had just woken up and was facing this situation. He needed to be quiet. It was good to sit here alone, too lazy to think too much, just sitting like this.

"Creak..."

The door to the room was pushed open.

Zheng Fan turned his head to look. It was the girl who had been wiping his body when he first woke up. He remembered Feng Siniang seemed to call her Yun Yatou (Cloud Girl).

Yun Yatou brought food and placed it in front of Zheng Fan.

"Mama said that Master... Master, you need to be quiet, so she didn't bother you to eat in the front."

Zheng Fan nodded when he heard this.

He still had to eat.

Especially after seeing the vampires and zombies eating today, he seemed to have a deeper understanding of the saying "People are iron, food is steel."

Just as Zheng Fan picked up his chopsticks to eat, he suddenly heard a rustling sound.

He looked up,

And was stunned for a moment,

Yun Yatou was actually taking off her clothes.

"What is she doing?"

Yun Yatou bit her lip, her pretty face flushed, and said with a slight whimper:

"Mama said, let me start serving you in bed from today onwards."

Zheng Fan smiled and shook his head, waving his hand and saying, "No need, put your clothes on."

Although he found that his physical fitness had been greatly restored after waking up, he didn't have any thoughts about this little girl.

In this regard, his aesthetic was actually the same as Qin Siyao's. If he waited a while, and everyone became more familiar, if Feng Siniang came to seduce him at night, it would be hard to say whether he could hold on, but facing a little girl, Zheng Fan really had no thoughts.

However, after Zheng Fan refused, Yun Yatou immediately burst into tears.

In the girl's eyes, serving one, being a concubine to this man who was very important in her mother's eyes, was undoubtedly more acceptable than going to the red tent and doing flesh and blood business with those aunties.

Zheng Fan sighed. This was indeed Feng Siniang's style. Some aspects of her personality would not be easily changed.

At the moment, Zheng Fan could only continue to say:

"You go out, I'll talk to Siniang about your matter, it's okay."

"Master, please, Master..."

"Get out!"

Yun Yatou left.

Zheng Fan shook his head, so sometimes being too amiable was not a good thing.

After finishing dinner, Zheng Fan left the room, intending to go out for some fresh air.

When he walked into the courtyard, he happened to see Fan Li carrying a wine jar in one hand and another in the other, with one wine jar tucked under each arm, coming out of the wine cellar.

"Let Siniang bandage your hand for you." Fan Li said to A Ming with some concern.

Earlier, when taking wine in the wine cellar, Fan Li was careless and caused a jar of wine to fall. A Ming reached out and grabbed it, but his palm was cut by the protruding part of the wine jar's edge.

"It's okay, I'm a vampire."

"But now we don't have any power, I think we still need to take care of it..."

"Even if I don't have power, I recover faster than you, it should be able to recover in three days."

"Okay."

Fan Li didn't insist anymore. When he continued to walk forward, he saw Zheng Fan.

"Master."

Fan Li called out to Zheng Fan very honestly, while bending his body as much as possible to Zheng Fan, as a salute.

"Mm."

Zheng Fan responded.

"Master, I'm going to deliver wine to the front."

"Go ahead."

Fan Li carried the wine to the front hall.

At this time, a man wearing a tattered tailcoat walked out of the wine cellar, turned around, locked the door, then turned around again and saw Zheng Fan standing under the loquat tree in the courtyard.

Seeming to sigh a little, seeming a little helpless, as if going through a perfunctory formality,

A Ming placed his right hand on his left chest,

And saluted Zheng Fan with an attitude that showed you know I'm not sincere, and I really am not sincere:

"Greetings, Master."

"Finished?" Zheng Fan took a few steps forward and asked.

Eating theirs, drinking theirs, living in theirs, well, at least a little greeting was in order.

"The wine for today should be enough."

A Ming gently reached out and tidied his cuffs. He should like this suit very much, but there was no way, it was too troublesome and too expensive to have a tailcoat custom-made here.

Feng Siniang was in charge of the accounts, and she herself dressed much more plainly than before, so naturally she would not allow others to be too extravagant in their clothing.

"Do you have time to chat?" Zheng Fan asked.

A Ming took a serious look at Zheng Fan and nodded.

Zheng Fan took the initiative to walk under the loquat tree and sat down, then waved to A Ming, signaling him to sit down as well.

A Ming walked over, but didn't sit down, replying:

"Dirty."

"..." Zheng Fan.

Taking two deep breaths, Zheng Fan opened his mouth and asked:

"What is this place?"

"A new world."

"I know this is a new world, we've traveled through time, right? And to ancient times, which dynasty is this?"

A Ming shook his head.

"Don't want to say?" Zheng Fan asked.

"Don't know."

"But you've been here for half a year, haven't you bothered to ask around?"

"I'm only responsible for brewing wine."

"Uh... then tell me, who would know?"

"Blind man, he should know something, he sits at the door every day."

"No, we've arrived in a strange place, don't you have any curiosity about this world, this environment?"

This made Zheng Fan very puzzled. When you arrive in a new place, you must first gather information about the place, and about the world.

Anyone who has played games knows how important it is to open up your field of vision, and it's even more important for time-travelers.

"No need."

"No need?"

"Because you were unconscious."

Because you were unconscious, so there was no need.

Zheng Fan found it difficult to understand this logic. Was the blame on him?

A Ming's face suddenly became a little strange at this time. Before, he had been very cold, very calm, and seemed indifferent to most things, but now, he gave people a very conflicted feeling.

It seemed that he was preparing to say something that, according to his character, he would not say and should not say.

"Master, you don't need to be afraid of us."

"Afraid, of what?"

Zheng Fan's thoughts were revealed, but at this time, it didn't seem very appropriate to directly admit that he was afraid of them.

"Indeed, we look down on you, we look down on you very much."

"..." Zheng Fan.

"But we won't abandon you. When you were unconscious, we didn't abandon you. Now that you've woken up, we won't abandon you either."

These words were a bit sentimental.

No wonder A Ming had a conflicted look on his face before. Indeed, it would be very appropriate for Feng Siniang and Xue San to say such sentimental words, but for him to say them, it felt a bit like... picking up the wrong script.

"Won't abandon me?"

"Yes, we won't abandon you, because the people who created us in the beginning ended up abandoning us all."

Zheng Fan's heart trembled. This sentence revealed a major piece of information. They, they, they knew that he was a character in a manga!

"We are all abandoned people." A Ming's face was slightly raised, as if he was looking at the moonlight, and continued: "They abandoned us, but you didn't."

In the three years after the studio disbanded, everyone else changed careers, only Zheng Fan, was still silently continuing to update the eunuch manga of his former companions, and would do his best to continue a few episodes for each manga, so that their stories could continue.

"So, we won't abandon you."

A Ming's face began to become serious.

Looking down on you is one thing, but we will continue to call you Master, and we will never abandon you.

"Thank you."

Zheng Fan felt that he could only say these two words now.

"Because Master, you have been unconscious, so, apart from making some money to live here and waiting for you to wake up, everything else is meaningless to us."

"I understand."

Zheng Fan nodded very seriously.

"Blind man Bei may know more about the environment here, you can ask him."

"Okay, I'll go now."

Zheng Fan smiled at A Ming, turned around and walked into the front hall.

And A Ming, who continued to stand under the loquat tree, licked his lips. He didn't like the tone of his voice just now, nor did he like the content of what he said, but after saying it, he seemed to feel a lot more comfortable in his heart.

He lowered his head,

Looked at his hands,

And a strange look suddenly flashed in A Ming's eyes,

Because,

The wound on his palm,

Had healed!

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