Nangong Fan stepped into the restaurant with the fat man, took out more than a hundred low-grade spirit stones and threw them on the counter, and said lightly, "The location by the window on the second floor." ”

"Remember the best food and the best wine you have here. The fat man spat and scolded, looking like a fox and a tiger.

"Guest, we still have good girls, geisha and ......" The proprietress whose face was covered with powder squeezed out a bright smile, and a big customer came!

The fat man was just about to wave his hand, "Who wants a geisha to look down on Uncle Ben?" and saw Nangong Fan's slightly frowning brows.

"Are you laughing at Uncle Ben's taste? Are you questioning Uncle Ben's character? Call your head geisha up and sing a song to him!" The corners of the fat man's mouth twitched, and the tone of his words immediately changed, he wanted to say that he didn't want a girl, but he felt a blood loss, so he still called a geisha.

I can't touch it, it's also a great pleasure for me just to look at! This Nangong Fan is definitely a little virgin, and Uncle Ben despises him! He has all his skills and money, but he doesn't know how to enjoy it, but he can't enjoy it! It's sad!

From the window position, you can clearly see the road flowing below.

Direct sunlight shines in, condensing the tables and chairs to resplendent gold.

At this time, it was not time to eat, and the restaurant was empty, only a sad voice lingered among the pavilions.

The voice was a little immature, which made Nangong Fan feel a little familiar.

Nangong Fan shook his head and put aside his inexplicable thoughts, maybe he remembered Mo Xiaoxin when he heard this voice, right?

Thinking of Mo Xiaoxin, the corners of Nangong Fan's mouth outlined a pleasant arc, and he didn't bother to ask about the fat man even if he recruited a geisha.

Sitting at the window, the sunlight shines directly into the pupils, refracting the brilliance, the sun is shining, and the thin body looks a little sacred.

In the vast world, some people sing lightly, penetrating into Nangong Fan's heart.

After going through the wilderness, watching people dance lightly may also be a good experience.

The fat man swaggered over, followed by a graceful woman.

The cheongsam is wrapped plainly, without heavy makeup, and faces the sky, although it is not extremely beautiful, but it also brings a little brilliance to the second floor stained with red dust.

The red lips opened lightly, and the singing voice was moving, masking the immature tone coming from upstairs.

The song is like a spring breeze, warm and pleasant, like running in an endless field, comfortable and free.

Nangong Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, listening to the melodious singing echoing at the tips of his ears, and the tiredness and killing of the previous days were gently brushed away.

"Hello officer. Little girl, Wan Ting is polite. The voice was soft, and it fell into the ears crisp and soft.

A smile spread on Wanting's face, not annoyed by Nangong Fan's lack of reaction, and gently took out the guqin.

"Let's first give the guest officer a song "Ancient and Modern". ”

The broken old clock is still swinging,

The desolate streets are covered with grass.

The splendor of ancient poetry,

The oblivion of history.

Who knows the sages,

Bloodstained elegance?

Excalibur without a blade,

The bones are scattered.

fractured space-time,

Who else is witnessing?

Now across the river, he still sings after the garden flower.

.....

Legend has it that the ancient kingdom is still vividly broken, and the new country is addicted to pleasure across the riverbank. They used the crumbling ancient kingdom as a paradise for treasure hunting. But he didn't think about why such a powerful ancient kingdom collapsed overnight.

It wasn't until the disaster struck that no one could regret it.

But it was too late, the black fog that covered the sky, the sick scene of only killing, and the new country collapsed.

People with lofty ideals resisted tenaciously and played gorgeous movements.

The corners of Nangong Fan's mouth hung a sneering arc, he had heard of these covered histories, if the new country was a little witty, the human world would not have been defeated at the beginning, right?

Wanting didn't sing tender songs, the woman who can make a name for herself here naturally has a bit of a discerning eye, and the big customer in front of her is not a sentimental person, he likes the turbulent waves.

He is a man whose ambitions are higher than the sky.

Nangong Fan's fingers lightly buckled on the table top where the sunlight and wood skin were mottled, which should be in harmony with Wanting's tone.

Shizun likes to hum old songs, and that implication he can't imitate, and he has never heard of it since he left Shizun.

The woman's only bright spot is in her voice, at least better than Shizun's old voice......

The end of a song.

The fat man responded again and again, and the pig's head and pig brain looked up and down at Wanting's delicate body.

Nangong Fan opened his pupils slightly, but he didn't look at the woman like a flower.

Instead, he looked up at the third floor.

It was surrounded by a small room, and the previously childish voice came from one of the houses.

There was despair and forced laughter in his voice.

Poor man.

Everyone has their own story, although Nangong Fan feels inexplicably cordial to the little girl who made the voice, but he also doesn't want to change the trajectory of a person's life.

One cause, one effect.

For some reason, it is not necessary to receive perfect fruits.

If you see someone robbing a people's girl on the road, Nangong Fan will definitely not be able to resist his own thoughts.

But here, Nangong Fan has no intention of interfering, at most he only does what he can.

But the noise from upstairs had made him unable to hold back his murderous intentions.

The fat man is also an expert in observing faces, and he saw that Nangong Fan's face was wrong.

Immediately glanced at Wan Ting, Wan Ting stopped moving her fingers lightly, and slowly walked to the dining table, her voice soft and glutinous.

"The guest upstairs is the young master from the Chen family of Linlangxing. ”

Nangong Fan stared when he heard Linlang Xing's eyebrows, Linlang Xing's status in the Galactic Alliance can be said to be incomparable to no other planet except the Galactic Star, and the family that still has a name on such a planet has a place in the council nine times out of ten.

"Although the Chen family is not in the top ten in Linlangxing, it is also one of the hundred ethnic groups. It has always been headed by the Nangong family.

A few days ago, Nangong Jia, the eldest young master of the Nangong family, leisurely fell in love with a star magician who had become extremely famous in Metroidvania City in recent months.

The sorcerer had a veil over his face and a little girl with him. Countless gentlemen bent their waists for it, and it is said that there are also big figures of the older generation, all of whom want to see their faces.

It's a pity that no one can succeed, but Nangong Youran relied on her ability to catch her daughter and send her to us to be a geisha, forcing the woman to comply.

The name of the star magician is quite beautiful, and the north is like smoke, but it's a pity.

The young master of the Chen family is an out-and-out gentleman, it is said that he has a special habit, and he can please Nangong Dashao here, so that Dashao can succeed more easily, alas......" Wanting's face was stunned, and her voice was very soft, as if she was afraid that others would hear it.

She didn't know why, Nangong Fan, who was sitting there silently, gave her a great sense of security, and she was willing to tell him anything.

Otherwise, who would dare to chew the tongue of the Nangong family easily behind their backs? If it is heard, not to mention the nine clans, it is not far behind.

Nangong Fan's gaze gradually froze, and Sen Ran's murderous intent was revealed.

His gaze fell on the box, and he slowly moved to the next one.

At this time, except for his position by the window on the second floor, there was only one customer of the Young Master of the Chen family, but he also clearly heard the faint sound of breathing in the box next to him.

The spiritual sense swept over, but there was nothing, if it weren't for the strengthening of the physique, and the hearing was even more terrifying when focusing, Nangong Fan might also think that this was an empty room.

Could it be that he is the one who protects the young master of the Chen family? But in the box of the young master of the Chen family, there is obviously an aura of a legend-level powerhouse, and the pomp of the Chen family can't do the protection of two legends, one bright and one dark, right?

Nangong Fan thought so, but he was still going to the box next to him to find out.

After all, when fighting, a little more uncertainty may make Xiao Xin miss. Now that Xiao Xin's box is completely shrouded in his spiritual sense, there will be no mistakes, even if something happens, he is confident that he can arrive immediately.

Nangong Fan's body slowly hung in the air, without the slightest sound, like a ghost, he escaped into the corridor on the third floor, and stepped in front of the box.

With a flick of his fingers, the wooden door of the box opened.

A rapid wind sounded, and the people inside noticed that someone was coming to explore his box, so they shot directly.

There was a surge of blood between the shots.

A simple and effective attack, without the slightest fancy, happened to attack directly at the moment when Nangong Fan opened the door.

Military style!

Nangong Fan was still in the mood to think about the source of the attack.

The hand that opened the door flipped slightly, and the golden light surged, slapping directly towards the place where the attack came.

The fists and palms intersected, seemingly turbulent, but in fact there was no slightest movement, and both of them had a tacit understanding to suppress the fluctuation of spiritual power, as if they were afraid that the person next to them would notice.

Nangong Fan looked at the blood-colored robe that slowly emerged, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his voice was very soft, "Blood River Department?"

The familiar mask style and standard robes are extremely familiar to Nangong Fan, who has been in the Blood River Ministry camp for so long.

"Fan Shao?"

Nangong Fan nodded, remembering the words left by Nangong Xuehe when he left, although he didn't understand why Nangong Xuehe treated him too well, he even sent the strong men of the Blood River Department to escort people who might have a relationship with him. For this reason, even a vague hint is willing to turn against his family for him.

But at least it wasn't an enemy, and it also made him breathe a sigh of relief, the person in front of him put a lot of pressure on him, Xiong Da was far from him, and it was very likely that he was an old guy with a peak legend.

"Since Fan Shao is here, I will leave it to Fan Shao to deal with it himself. The person from the Blood River Department nodded at Nangong Fan, and slowly disappeared into the shadows, never to be seen again.

Nangong Fan only heard the word "Fan Shao" at this time, and couldn't help but feel excited, wouldn't he really be a member of the Nangong family?

Putting aside this ridiculous idea, his ears pricked up, and all the movements in the next room could not escape his prying eyes.

......

Mo Xiaoxin didn't want to sing, she didn't want to be like those young ladies she had seen recently, to please these dirty people.

It's just that every time she resists, a red dot will appear in the center of her eyebrows, rising with a dazzling brilliance, pressing her young body to the ground.

I can't move my hands and feet, I can't close my teeth, I can't even commit suicide, let alone anything else.

The pain that penetrated deep into her soul made her prostrate on the ground, trembling her body, and the well-fitting dress was soaked in dense sweat, clinging to her young body.

She misses her stepfather, who lets her and her mother go first in the face of danger.

It made her think that everything in this world was beautiful.

Reluctantly raised his head and looked at the gloomy face, it was he who called himself to accompany the wine and laugh.

With a perverted smile on her grim face and greedily staring at her body, she complained for the first time why she was wearing such a beautiful and well-fitting garment in the first place.

She obviously wanted to wear it to her stepfather.

The pain gradually spread, and she couldn't help but murmur in pain, and when it came out of her mouth, it was so boiling that the blood of the beast boiled.

She was eccentric, and she could easily see this from that perverted face.

She didn't want to please him, but there seemed to be something different about that pervert.

Her vision gradually blurred, she didn't know how long she could last, he just suddenly missed her father-in-law who was protecting her.

She seemed to hear the sound of the door frame shattering, the sickly scream, and the loud shouting.

"Bold fanatics, dare to commit murder in the daytime!"

This is the sound of vigorous spiritual power.

Mo Xiaoxin only felt that she was being taken into a warm embrace, a familiar taste, as if she had appeared countless times in a dream, and barely opened her eyes.

It's just huge eyes, and there is no more eccentricity in the past, only indescribably haggard.

She seems to have seen her father-in-law?

She seemed to hear her father-in-law whisper in her ear, "Girl, it's okay." ”

She couldn't help but close her eyes.

Am I dreaming?

Then don't wake up from a dream!

Mo Xiaoxin smiled sweetly and entered the sweet sleep that she had not entered for nearly a month.

Nangong Fan raised his head, and his blood-red pupils were full of murderous intent.

This is a girl he is reluctant to bully!