Nangong Fan still had a lot to say, and he felt as if he was getting farther and farther away from Nangong Xuehe, and Nangong Xuehe's body was getting smaller and smaller in front of his eyes until he disappeared.

Nangong Fan had already understood that Nangong Xuehe was not a person in this realm, but Nangong Xuehe didn't care about the way of heaven or gave him great stimulation.

But listening to Nangong Xuehe's words, there is disagreement within the Nangong family?

Don't worry about him, you can do whatever you want, and you don't have a grudge against the Nangong family?

Be all abroad!

Nangong Fan seemed to have passed through layers of space under Nangong Xuehe's sleeved robe, and his vision couldn't help but blur.

When he regained consciousness, he was already at the intersection where he and Lin Zhiyan were separated.

Nangong Fan's heart trembled at the horror of Nangong Blood River, and he stood in place for a long time before putting aside distracting thoughts and strolling along the road in the direction of Meadow City.

The scenery along the way is extremely beautiful, and the flow of people is also extremely good.

After all, the closer you get to Metroidvania, the closer you are to the center of power in the entire galaxy.

Dressed in elegant white robes, carrying long swords, and waving fans in their hands, the literati and elegant guests are showing off their literary talents, amusing the beauties.

The businessmen with their bags on their backs traveled all the way, shouting loudly in the vernacular, just hoping to sell it and make a sale.

On the side of the road, there are demi-immortals who calculate the heavens and the earth, and there are miracle doctors who cure all diseases.

It's a little more crowded than the boring roads of the orcs.

Nangong Fan likes this kind of smoky smell.

Even if most of the people on the road are swaggering and deceiving, they don't have any real skills, and they are 100% more comfortable than the hideous head of the orc race.

And there is no need to wear a black robe that he doesn't like very much, you can show his chic figure in front of everyone.

Thinking of this, Nangong Fan was a little ashamed, because he was too thin at this time, like a bamboo pole, like a sick seedling, everyone couldn't help but avoid him, for fear that if he accidentally bumped into him, he would fall to the ground and die.

Nangong Fan wanted to refute that they were strong, but they felt that it didn't make sense.

Everyone who is sick likes to say that they are not sick, and this is an unsolvable puzzle.

There are young people in Beijing, and they hope to become famous. Without a good family background and no good talent, they chose to study the scriptures for ten years in the cold window, and they knew astronomy and geography.

After all, practicing martial arts is too expensive, and pills, spirit stones, and highly nutritious food are difficult for ordinary families to supply.

If such a person is an orc, he may become the lowest person, only a little better than the human race, but fortunately, they were born in the galaxy and are pure-blooded human races, and they have another way, study, and enter the official career.

Maybe you may even be able to comprehend something from the scriptures that have been handed down since ancient times, and become a different kind of practitioner.

Cultivate Haoran righteousness, and repair good rivers and mountains.

All roads lead to Rome, and spirituality is not the only way to go.

Once the prime minister of the ancient country, he was dying of old age, but he drank away ten thousand ghosts and protected the pure land with his scholarly spirit.

The teenager has not yet experienced the devastation of failure, he seems lively and meaningful, and likes to chew words to show his literary heritage.

But I don't know that this road is also a single-plank bridge, and every year there are thousands of people who rush to take the exam, and ten of them can be selected to burn high incense.

"The crowd swells a bamboo, and the hundred knots grow half a step suddenly. ”

"Ling Xiaogongzi's poem is getting better and better! This kind of sick seedling, I have heard too many legends, and I want to walk the rivers and lakes and heal my body, right? His parents don't know how to behave it, don't leave him at home to prepare for the aftermath, and release him to be embarrassed?"

No matter how noisy the voices around him were, the words of that group of young people still came to his ears clearly.

Nangong Fan couldn't help but touch his nose, he was actually despised!

Nangong Fan raised his footsteps, ready to walk towards the group of people and teach them the principles of being a human being.

The pace of progress paused slightly, and a man grabbed his right arm.

Nangong Fan frowned slightly, although he behaved normally, his spiritual sense had been permeating his body, and he didn't even perceive the approach of this person in advance...... The consequences are unimaginable.

"When you see that a young man is a chivalrous and righteous person, why should you be like a group of young people who have never seen the world?" The old-fashioned voice, Nangong Fan didn't feel malice, and couldn't help but turn his head.

With a fat face, his eyes are squeezed into a line, his round body is like a ball, but he is still confidently wearing tight clothes, the bursting silk thread, Nangong Fan suspects that a "naked man" will appear at any time.

is indescribably obscene, but it gives people an incomparably cordial, and at first glance, he feels that he is a righteous and awe-inspiring person.

Nangong Fan couldn't help but think of the former sages in the record who drank away ghosts and ghosts, this obscene fat man actually gave him such a charm, which made him subconsciously ignore the unpleasant smell of sweat on the fat man's body.

"Great Confucian, what a person can't look like!" Nangong Fan couldn't help but muttered to himself.

The fat man cracked the corners of his mouth, revealing buttery teeth, and Nangong Fan could even see the green vegetable leaves hidden between his teeth.

"Back to basics, I don't care about the image, I don't care about the evaluation of the outside world. Nangong Fan made another comment.

"As soon as I see that Shaoxia is a person with higher aspirations than the sky, I think we will have a lot of common topics. The fat man's face was serious, but there was a comic look on his round face.

The fat man gently took Nangong Fan's right hand with one hand and walked towards the edge of the road.

Nangong Fan's relaxed and tense body followed him.

A big tree in the sky, blocking the light of the sun, wisps of coolness upwell, giving people indescribable comfort.

Under the trees, near the road, this side was crowded with vendors, and the shouting was endless.

The fat man pulled Nangong Fan to the back façade, where no one was around, and some gods mysteriously took out a folded scroll from their arms.

Nangong Fan couldn't help but feel a sense of respect in his heart, looking at the appearance of this scroll, this fat man who was not good-looking turned a lot on weekdays. Looking at the fat man's unadorned clothes, he is obviously a real hard worker.

Don't seek to be an official, don't seek fame, just seek peace of mind.

What kind of realm and spirit is this? How can ordinary people endure such loneliness?

"The master is really a master!" Nangong Fan gave a slight thumbs up.

The fat man's face was like chicken blood, his face was full of excitement, and the righteousness on his body disappeared in an instant, patting Nangong Fan's shoulder with one hand, and preparing to open the wrinkled scroll with the other, "I really didn't misunderstand Shaoxia, I have the same hobby, Shaoxia will not be a mortal in the future!"

Nangong Fan was slightly stunned, his face was a little strange.

The fat man seemed to know that he had gone too far, touched his throat, coughed lightly twice, and turned into a serious face again, and reappeared in the world with a righteous spirit.

The fat man slowly opened the scroll, as if he were opening the most sacred object in his heart.

Pictures were presented in front of Nangong Fan's eyes in an orderly manner, Nangong Fan's somewhat pale face gradually turned red, and there was anger surging in his eyes.

The fat man patted Nangong Fan's shoulder, even if his shoulder became extremely hard, he didn't care.

Spit flew in his mouth, "This is the palace cheats that I have treasured for many years, this posture is called a complete, a total of nine hundred and eighty-one styles." It is said that it is still a lonely book, Shaoxia, I see that you and I are in the same way, and the original 998 only accepts you 98. As long as there are ninety-eight spirit stones, you can't buy them at a loss, and you can't be fooled. It can make you recreate the majestic style of a man....."

Nangong Fan's anger surged.

The fat man raised his head slightly, looking at Nangong Fan's black face, "The blackening of the face is a manifestation of kidney deficiency, the young man is extraordinary at a glance, he must have the courage to face his own shortcomings, I must not be like the Bao Divine Doctor who cures all diseases, I am the real cheat, the top "Spring Palace Map" from the royal family, is to fundamentally solve your kidney deficiency problem......"

Nangong Fan slapped the fat man straight in the face.

The fat man groaned, sensitively avoided it, and rushed out like a rabbit, and kept shouting in his mouth, "Kill people, help, kill people!"

"Don't hit people!"

Nangong Fan finally looked at the fat man's obscene face full of grievances, and in the blink of an eye, he blended into the crowd and disappeared.

Nangong Fan couldn't help but be amazed, and he didn't know how the fat man managed to be so fat and still be able to easily burrow into the crowd and disappear at such a speed, and even disappeared into the range of his spiritual consciousness almost instantly.

Nangong Fan's face gradually returned to calm, and he smiled bitterly, people can't be good-looking, this is an interesting river and lake!

Walking slowly, Nangong Fan couldn't find the obscene fat man who was playing him, so he had to give up the idea of making trouble with him.

After following the flow of people for a long time, Nangong Fan always felt that something was wrong in his heart, and he couldn't find the source after thinking and meditating for a long time, so he couldn't help but shake his head and prepare to give up.

Out of the corner of his eye, he swept his empty right hand, his face froze, his footsteps stopped, and he ignored the swearing and pushing behind him.

Nangong Fan's face turned blue and white for a while. The fat man took his ring away!

This Qinglian ring was connected to his heart's work, and ordinary people couldn't take it out between his fingers at all, let alone leave without attracting the slightest attention from him.

The corners of Nangong Fan's mouth outlined a slight arc, remembering all kinds of pictures of meeting the fat man.

Funny, mysterious fat man!

The corners of Nangong Fan's mouth hooked, his heart moved, and an inexplicable echo came from a very long distance, which was the location of the Qinglian ring.

I was going to let go of the obscene fat man, but he was looking for death by himself, so I can't blame me, right?

Nangong Fanmei thought thoughtfully.

Nangong Fan walked back slowly, and saw the conspicuous tree again.

The most dangerous place is the safest place?

Or did he accidentally touch a ring that fell off, but what could have knocked off the ring that was connected to his heart's work?

Nangong Fan converged the frequency of his steps and appeared next to the big tree in one step.

Is it a misunderstanding that the dead fat man is about to be revealed.

"Those stupid fork readers, are they stupid to read their heads? People with rings of this quality are what they can provoke? They should be grateful to the uncle for saving their dog's life. The corners of the fat man's mouth kept muttering, and the holy look on his face gave people the feeling that saving someone's life was better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter.

The cyan ring danced in his hand. Milky white light burst out from between the fingers and enveloped the ring.

"This ring is a bit difficult, is it a bit difficult to untie with Uncle Ben's talent?" the fat man scolded, but his eyes were full of joy, and the space ring that he could not unlock in an instant proved that the quality was not comparable to those space rings with unstable space inside, which was at least a few levels higher than the royal storage ring he took away from the end of the seal.

After all, even if it was the ring of the Doomsday Seal, he hadn't spent so much time unraveling it, and he had never encountered a ring of this level.

"I can't see that the bamboo pole is still a guy with a rich family, and at first glance it is a big exploiter. I am avenging the broad masses of the people. The fat man muttered, his mind focused on the ring that was beating on the tip of his finger.

Spit flew and stained the lotus-like ring.

The movements on the fat man's hand suddenly paused, the ears that shrugged on the side of his head suddenly stood up, his fingers flipped over, the ring was hidden by him without knowing where it was hidden, and a kind smile was put on his face again, and he turned his fat body with difficulty, and naturally stretched out the palm that had just played with the ring, and gave a thumbs up, "Is the young man ready to buy my out-of-print "Spring Palace Map"? I tell you, ninety-eight low-grade spirit stones, it is definitely worth it, even if the fat man I don't know how many excellent books I watch, I haven't found a quality that can be compared. Trust my instincts, the effect is absolutely perfect, and your kidney deficiency can be easily cured by that supernatural power. ”