The Emperor's Run-Away Lover

Chapter 12: Lollipop and a Windmill

　　The boy's face was covered with tea, his eyelashes were blurred, and the whole person was completely stunned.
　　
　　"Eh, what's wrong with Acheng? You drink slowly, what's the hurry!" Wu Fatty yelled and picked up a small towel, trying to help Fu Yucheng wipe the tea in front of his chest.
　　
　　"Cough cough..." Fu Yucheng coughed blushing, he pushed Wu fat man's trotters away, "No, it's okay... cough cough..."
　　
　　Bai Mo blinked and finally reacted to what happened. .
　　
　　He felt a little strange. No, it should be said that it is very strange-this person, Fu Yucheng, is no exaggeration to say that it belongs to the kind of person who fell down and was covered.
　　
　　Why did the fat boss mention that "degenerate green ghost" and his reaction was so great?
　　
　　Does he know that "green ghost"?
　　
　　"I'm fine." Fu Yucheng took a deep breath and barely quelled his cough. "Just now, what did you say, Fatty Wu? What green ghost, red ghost, and mess, haven't heard of it."
　　
　　"Xiao Mo, you Wipe yourself." He casually threw the towel given by Fatty Wu to Bai Mo.
　　
　　Bai Mo took the towel and couldn't help but take a deep look at Fu Yucheng.
　　
　　He could feel that Fu Yucheng was lying.
　　
　　So, green ghost...who is it?
　　
　　Wu Fatzi sneered contemptuously: "Acheng, you are busy going to the desert every day to pick up the tatters, why don't you care about other things at all? You don't even know the famous character such as Green Ghost?"
　　
　　Fu Yucheng was expressionless. As if the old monk entered the set: "I don't know."
　　
　　"I heard that he is the only s-class mental force field controller in the world today who can contend with the crown prince Rong Yuan." Wu Fatzi lowered his voice. "That great rebellion, the White Rose Palace incident, was caused by him. Only a little difference, the empire should be changed from the surname Rong to the green surname...Awesome?"
　　
　　"You are green, do you have this surname?" Fu Yucheng perfunctoryly said, "Anyway, how about that? What does it have to do with Mo Ziwei? You just pull it."
　　
　　"After the great rebellion failed, rebel The leader of the army, Green Spectre, was imprisoned by the royal family, and his life and death were unknown. Everyone thought he was dead. However, I recently heard a rumor that Green Spectre did not actually die, but was secretly exiled to the earth by the royal family." Wu Fatzi mysteriously said .
　　
　　"Acheng, you think about it. Mo Ziwei left Mojiabao eight years ago and came back after a full three years. Nobody knows what he did in the middle three years."
　　
　　Fu Yucheng was speechless: "So You guessed that Mo
　　
　　Ziwei was the green ghost? During the three years he disappeared, did he go to Dyson Cloud for rebellion?" "Otherwise?" Wu Fatzi shrugged. "That's too coincidental. And, Mo family and Rong family, that is a feud."
　　
　　"Then you talk about how he went to Dyson cloud?"
　　
　　"Since so many gold diggers can sneak into the earth, the people of Mo family go to Dyson cloud, not just a small spaceship. Things." Fatty Wu pouted his lips.
　　
　　"Moreover, Empress Dyson Yun was weak, and the crown prince had long been in seclusion... Mo Ziwei, an s-level mental force controller, must not be reconciled to staying in this broken place, or he would take the risk."
　　
　　He sighed again: " As a result, who could have predicted that the crown prince was also an s-class... Gee, people are not as good as heaven, this is a fate."
　　
　　"Okay, you don't want to fuck Wu Fatty."
　　
　　Fu Yucheng really didn't want to Hearing nonsense, he threw ten trading coins on the table with a pop: "Are you still selling things along the way? Bring me two bottles of grain wine and a jar of ground coffee."
　　
　　"Eh, you said you This man..."Wu Fatzi was gossiping, he gave Fu Yucheng a dissatisfied glance, slowly took out two bottles of wine and a can of coffee powder, and slammed it back on the counter. Anything else?"
　　
　　"No need..." Fu Yucheng was about to say no, and suddenly his eyes swept a small thing, "That thing, give me two."
　　
　　Bai Mo stared suspiciously at this colorful flower that was handed to him, and did not reach out to pick it up: "What's this?"
　　
　　"Lollipop. You kids, don't like these sweets." Fu Yucheng forced Something stuffed into his hand, "Peel it yourself, don't even eat it with sugar paper."
　　
　　Bai Mo lowered his eyes silently, observing the strange thing in his hand suspiciously.
　　
　　On the slender white plastic stick is a ball slightly larger than the thumb, covered with a bright and tacky inferior color plastic paper.
　　
　　He hesitated and tore the bright plastic paper lightly, and the milky white candy appeared.
　　
　　Seeing the hesitant look of this imp, Fu Yucheng couldn't help but be amused: "Relax, not poisonous."
　　
　　Bai Mo hesitated for a while before barely including the lollipop in his mouth-sweet, and there are shares A touch of milky fragrance.
　　
　　Looking at the ghost's slightly wide eyes, Fu Yucheng's heart was secretly funny-this is what a little child looks like: "Delicious?" The
　　
　　boy with a lollipop, his cheeks bulging, nodded gently.
　　
　　"It's a little more expensive." Fu Yucheng gave Wu Fatzi a glare. "Wu Fatzi, you lollipop, you will sell me three coins? There is also a kind of particularly bad canned coffee powder, actually The price has also risen... Honestly, are you profiteers killing
　　
　　you well ?" "Hey, how do you curse people?" Wu Fatzi suddenly aggrieved. "You don't know, these candy coffees or something, that's all It's a non-essential item, in other words, a luxury item. Twelve underground factories in Hurricane Fort have only two small food workshops...the prices they gave me are not cheap."
　　
　　Fu Yucheng knew that the fat man was telling the truth, It's not a problem for him: "Forget it, let's do it first. I'm still rushing to recharge the car today. I will find you next time there is something good
　　
　　." Fatty Wu smiled with only a thin slit in his eyes, "Go slowly."
　　
　　He watched the two go away, and suddenly remembered something, and said loudly: "Acheng, did you just say you want to go to the tower to add water? I heard that today He Lei is patrolling the area with a bunch of Ma Tsai! He recently Don't meet him if you're in a bad mood!"
　　
　　Fu Yucheng waved his head without looking back: "Don't worry about it!"
　　
　　Fatty Wu whispered angrily: "Hey, the dog biting Lu Dongbin doesn't know Good people. Although this boy has a good skill, but he doesn't have any mental strength. For the bar owner, he offended He Lei's snake, hey. Hey... how could he like the woman like that? Let me look like, I This
　　
　　chubby man is no worse than him." He took out a small mirror, and Gu Ying touched his chubby cheek with pity: "How come nobody knows the goods?"
　　
　　Fu Yucheng returned to driving with Bai Mo In the room, he casually threw a bag of trading coins into the storage compartment: "This time I made more than two hundred trading coins. In recent months, I have enough money to recharge with water."
　　
　　"Where are the nests going?" Bai Mo asked with lollipops vaguely.
　　
　　Fu Yucheng glanced at him sideways, and felt that this cold little guy was so cute today, and couldn't help but lifted his indifferent head: "Go to the supply point of the windmill tower, recharge the car with water, and take it by the way. You get on the windmill and open your eyes."
　　
　　Leaving the narrow driveway of the parking lot, the vehicle turned over the river valley, and in front was the endless brown Gobi desert.
　　
　　When Fu Yucheng stepped on the accelerator, the buggy roared forward like a brutal monster.
　　
　　As the off-road vehicle approaches, the row of windmills on the horizon is getting closer. They gradually became taller and bigger, and looked like a statue of a white giant, standing majesticly and silently.
　　
　　"That row of gadgets is the wind turbines of Hurricane Fort." Fu Yucheng made a nuisance. "The 23 parking lots and 12 underground factories under the jurisdiction of Hurricane Fort are all powered by more than a thousand windmills. Yes." The
　　
　　off-road vehicle lifted up the dust, and soon came downstairs to a huge windmill tower.
　　
　　This white tower is nearly two hundred meters high, and three huge fan blades are slowly rotating, making a "Woo--Woo--" sound. The sound was long and low, like a desolate ancient legend.
　　
　　Fu Yucheng parked the off-road vehicle slowly at the foot of the tower.
　　
　　He put the two bottles of wine he just bought into a coarse cloth pocket, and then jumped out of the car carrying the cloth pocket and took Bai Mo to the next small iron gate under the tower and knocked on the door.
　　
　　"...Cough, who?" A moment later, an old and hoarse voice came.
　　
　　Fu Yucheng said with a loud voice: "Old Sun, it's me, Fu Yucheng. I'll add some water to the car and charge it
　　
　　by the way." After a long time, with a squeak, the iron door opened slowly.
　　
　　A skinny old man came out slowly. His waist was rickety, his head almost dangled to his chest, and a cane was trembling in his hand, like an old immortal ghost.
　　
　　"Hey, Fu Yucheng! Do you still remember my bad old man?" Old man Sun squinted his muddy eyes. "Other people think I'm slow and go to other towers to add water... Why are you kid, every time Come here to me? This windmill brings more than a thousand towers. Why do you always bother me?"
　　
　　He didn't say anything. At this opening, an unpleasant smell of alcohol came.
　　
　　Bai Mo loves cleanliness, is particularly sensitive to odors, and can't help but slightly curl his eyebrows.
　　
　　Fu Yucheng didn't change his face, he took a bottle of wine from the cloth pocket, and raised Yang: "No, you're bringing wine to
　　
　　Old Sun. " Old Man Sun squinted and smiled: "You This kid was thoughtful."
　　
　　He was also polite, took the wine readily, and then pulled two rubber tubes from the iron door, which were connected to the water tank at the rear and the battery at the front.
　　
　　Fu Yucheng counted thirty trading coins from his pocket: "Enough?"
　　
　　"Enough is enough." Old Man Sun casually opened the bottle and "Guru Guru" took a big gulp.
　　
　　He smashed his mouth, and his aftertaste was generally crunchy: "This is a grain-brewed wine from Hurricane Fort. It's not bad."
　　
　　"It's such a good wine, I have to keep it for dinner." Old Sun Sun put it down reluctantly. The wine bottle, and the pair of old dizzy eyes seemed to have just found Bai Mo, "Hey, who is this little guy? Your son? Why is it so big, still eating a pacifier?" With a
　　
　　lollipop in his mouth, the cold and reserved expression of Bai Mo : "..."
　　
　　pacifier? What pacifier?
　　
　　Fu Yucheng turned his head aside, his shoulders jittered for a moment, and he could not bear to laugh.
　　
　　After a while, he turned around and coughed a little: "Old Sun, do you think I can have such a big son?"
　　
　　Bai Mo also said coldly: "This is a lollipop, not a pacifier."
　　
　　This old man , Forget it.
　　
　　"It's not all the same, something to coax children. Hey, forget it, whatever, it doesn't matter." Old Man Sun waved his hand carelessly, "Acheng, are you still going up today?"
　　
　　Fu Yucheng nodded: "Well, but I won't go upstairs today. Can the lift be used?"
　　
　　"It should work...hiccups." Old man Sun sulked with alcohol, while unlocking the large bunch of keys around his waist, While tremblingly walking towards the iron gate, "Come with me."
　　
　　Inexplicably glanced at Fu Yucheng: "Brother Yu, are we going in?"
　　
　　Fu Yucheng raised his head and looked at the huge windmill Tower: "Well, I didn't say that, I'm going to take you to open your eyes."
　　
　　Old Man Sun led the two into the tower, and with a crack, turned on a pale yellow incandescent lamp.
　　
　　"This is..." Bai Mo opened his eyes wide.
　　
　　"How about it? Spectacular." Fu Yucheng raised his eyebrows.
　　
　　This wind turbine is a traditional tower structure. The tower is like a huge hollow chimney, supporting the three blades above. The incandescent lamp can only illuminate a small group of nearby land boundaries. Looking up at the black hole, the whole tower is empty and quiet, and only the low, regular "buzzing" noise of the unit.
　　
　　On the red brick wall of the inner wall of the tower, a rusty hand climbed the iron ladder straight to the top. Next to the iron ladder is a rudimentary semi-enclosed construction site lift-or rather, this so-called lift is a metal base plate, plus surrounding railings.
　　
　　The lift is small and can only accommodate two people. The fuselage and cables are covered with dusty old cobwebs.
　　
　　Old man Sun pulled open the railing door of the elevator: "Go in."
　　
　　"Is this thing reliable?" Fu Yucheng felt the rusty mottled cable, a little hesitated.
　　
　　"Cough, who knows?" Old man Sun said impatiently, "You used to climb a ladder before, old man, I'm old, inconvenient legs and feet, rarely go to the tower. This lift has not been used for several years, you want Sit in and hurry in, or climb the ladder yourself."
　　
　　"Forget it, let 's go." Fu Yucheng touched the wound in his right lower abdomen that had just healed, and walked into the elevator without a word.
　　
　　Bai Mo also followed in, curiously touching the railing and the few knobs next to it.
　　
　　Old Man coughed a few times and raised his hand: "Next!"
　　
　　Fu Yucheng raised his hand and grabbed the oncoming bag of things. When he looked down, it turned out to be a small packet of fried peanuts-this is a rare thing.
　　
　　"Your boy, did you secretly hide a bottle of wine?" Old man Sun lifted his chin to the cloth bag in his hand. "How can we have wine and no vegetables? As the saying goes, fried peanuts, fight in the end." "
　　
　　Fu Yucheng couldn't help laughing: "Come on, I don't have the amount of wine you have."
　　
　　"I'm too old to drink for a few days." Old man Sun coughed heavily, and walked to the elevator, A red wrench was pulled hard.
　　
　　As the tooth-pounding gear turns, the elevator slowly ascends.