"...... this kid?" The middle-aged man who was called Lao Liu by Lin Haotian asked tentatively, because he saw that Lin Fan was wearing a military uniform, and he should also be a member of the army.

"My nephew," Lin Haotian said as he looked at Lin Fan on the screen, carrying and touching the things in his arms.

The distinction between superiors and subordinates in the army is obvious, although Lao Liu and Lin Haotian have known each other for more than ten years, but he obviously won't ask more about things that shouldn't be known, so the two chatted a few more words, and Lao Liu left the room, leaving Lin Haotian alone in the house waiting for Lin Fan.

On the other end, following behind the private, looking at the soldiers who were being trained not far away and the surrounding buildings, flowers and trees, Lin Fan felt that he was no longer out of step with the troops, he was no longer the captain of the falcon, but lived in this world with a new identity, compared to before, the courage on his shoulders was a thousand times heavier than before.

Because now he has a deep blood feud and more life and death brothers behind him, he can't stop his steps, he can only do his best to trample the enemies under his feet one by one......

"Brother, which unit are you from?" The private turned his head and asked with some curiosity.

Because Lin Fan was wearing a military uniform, although he looked like he had been wearing it for some years, he was wearing it on Lin Fan, but he looked extraordinary, and people could at least judge that the person in front of him was from the army, but this private had just carefully looked at Lin Fan's military uniform and didn't find anything like an armband, which naturally made him feel surprised.

"Hehe, me? I'm not from the army," Lin Fan withdrew his gaze from a distance, smiled slightly, and said.

Hearing Lin Fan say that he was not from the army, the private couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, why did he wear a military uniform to the army if he wasn't in the army? But when Lin Fan said this, the private was embarrassed to ask more.

"This dress is the previous one," as if seeing through the thoughts in the private's heart, Lin Fan said lightly, "Okay, you can lead the way quickly," Without waiting for him to speak, Lin Fan added a sentence immediately.

In fact, Lin Fan often wore this dress when he was a falcon, and it was indeed some years after calculating the time, but it was well protected by Lin Fan, and the armbands that could explain the identity were all removed by Lin Fan, in the eyes of ordinary people, this set of clothes was very ordinary.

This is not to say that Lin Fan wants to return to Falcon, but Lin Fan is a nostalgic way for the past, that's all, after all, he has been in Falcon since he was fifteen years old, and he has lived there for five years, which can be regarded as his other home.

"Chief, they're waiting for you in the house, go in, I'll go first," said the private, after giving a military salute.

Lin Fan nodded and walked towards the house, and the private also trotted away. "You're here," Seeing Lin Fan coming in, Lin Haotian said without raising his head while drinking tea.

Pouting, Lin Fan didn't even say a word, and sat down straight. There was a table between the two, and Lin Fan didn't even look at Lin Haotian, and directly poured himself tea.

As soon as he came in, his uncle put on a shelf, if it was before, maybe it would be nothing, but now Lin Fan is quite dissatisfied.

Since becoming a mercenary and becoming the boss of the dragon soul, Lin Fan especially hates those who look at him condescendingly, what's the big deal, since you want to put up a fight, Lao Tzu will accompany him to the end, see who speaks first, see who is anxious first.

From yesterday's phone call, Lin Fan knew that his uncle was taking time out of his busy schedule this time, because after a while, the shou minister of the Wa Kingdom was going to visit China, and as his uncle, he would definitely have a lot of things to do, so naturally he couldn't afford to spend time.

So smelling the faint fragrance of tea, Lin Fan couldn't help but close his eyes, after all, not everywhere there are immortals drunk, and it is not bad that there are dragon wells before the rain in this army.

Seeing that Lin Fan didn't speak, and closed his eyes, Lin Haotian couldn't help but pout, and muttered in his heart: "This stinky boy has a big temper, and he wants to take the purple sword from himself, but he doesn't even say the most basic hello." ”

However, Lin Haotian didn't bother to care about anything at this time, because he had a lot to do, and the visit to China was a big deal for the country, and it was not sloppy at all.

It's a pity that he didn't know that in the near future, the major event of the visit to China by the Japanese Emperor would have something to do with Lin Fan, if it weren't for Lin Fan's action at a critical moment, I am afraid that something big would happen.

"Ahem, this is what you want," Seeing that Lin Fan was starting to nap, Lin Haotian obviously couldn't bear it anymore, so while talking, he took out a sword hilt from his arms and threw it on the table.

Glancing at the things on the table, Lin Fan frowned slightly, it was really a sword hilt, but the workmanship was extraordinarily fine, and the carvings on the sword hilt were also very ancient, not like the ancient sword, this sword hilt gave people a small and exquisite feeling.

Holding it in his hand, Lin Fan felt extremely comfortable, as if it was tailor-made for him. It's a pity that this short sword doesn't have a blade, which makes people look particularly awkward.

"This is the Purple Sword? That heirloom of the Lin family? After playing with it carefully, Lin Fan pursed his lips and asked with some disappointment, because this thing doesn't seem to be anything special, and he can't see anything attractive, if he wants to say that it is special, it is that this sword hilt doesn't seem to be made of any material.

"Yes, since your parents died, this short sword has been kept here with me, and every time I have free time, I will take it out and study it, but I still don't see a reason, sometimes I wonder if it is a sword after all," Lin Haotian sighed and said helplessly.

Lin Fan replied casually, put the hilt of the sword up, and watched carefully, there was a very thin gap in the position of the person facing him, it is said that the sword body should come out of here, but now there is no sword body, could it be hidden in the hilt?

In addition, holding it in his hand, Lin Fan felt exceptionally handy, and the quality was not very heavy, the hilt of the sword was engraved with ancient inscriptions that people couldn't understand, and for a while, Lin Fan knew that he must not be able to understand the mystery of this sword, so he was simply ready to put it into his arms.

"Wait, after I finish the legend of the purple sword, you may not want this sword anymore," seeing Lin Fan's movements, Lin Haotian stopped.

The corners of Lin Fan's mouth curled slightly, and he said very firmly: "I must take this sword with me today, just say what you want to say, I'll listen," As he spoke, Lin Fan put the purple sword into his arms.

Since the hilt of the purple sword is relatively small, it is just right to put it on the body, from this point of view, Lin Fan deduced that the sword body of this sword will definitely not be as long as those ancient long swords, it should be a small short sword that belongs to the comparison of use and carrying!

The moment he put the hilt of the sword into his arms, Lin Fan clearly felt that it was moving, to be precise, it was shaking, as if he had seen something that excited it, but this state only lasted for a few seconds before it regained its calm.

Because the purple sword was now on Lin Fan's body, Lin Fan clearly felt the abnormality of the sword, his expression only changed slightly, and he quickly regained his calm, and he did not mention the abnormality of the purple sword to Lin Haotian.

"Is there something wrong with this sword?" Lin Haotian is the head of the Falcon Special Forces, obviously not a vegetarian, just now Lin Fan did not deliberately hide his expression, he naturally observed the doubts on Lin Fan's face.

"Of course something is wrong, just a sword hilt, how can you kill someone," pouting, Lin Fan said with a displeased face.

"Hmph, kill, you know how many people the dragon soul has killed in order to dominate the mercenary world over the years," Lin Haotian said coldly.

"Some people want to die, I can't help it, and you know better than anyone else whether they should die or not," Lin Fan sneered and said.

Over the years, Lin Fan's hands have indeed been stained with blood, and he can't even count how many people he has killed, but many of these people are traitors, and a small number of people want to kill Lin Fan, but they are killed by Lin Fan instead......

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