When Nangong Fan reached the top, the sun was already in the west, and within an hour and night, it would swallow the earth.

Nangong Fan stood in front of the peak fork with a smile on the corner of his mouth. Walking ahead is the lakeside, and there are two bluestone paths on the left and right that spread to the depths of the unknown distance.

He used to go to the left, avoiding the three guys on the right, and then looking for a boulder with a view of the lake and looking out at the lake under the shade of the leaves.

Nangong Fan shook his head slightly, with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, and did not affect his good mood because he was deprived of his status as a concubine, he took a slight look at the road leading to the lake, and went straight to the right, this is the route that he often walks by the other three great gentlemen, Nangong Fan is not gregarious with them, maybe the three of them also despise this uncultivated but with the same name?

Half an hour later, at the highest point on the right, a long pavilion came into view, and three figures could be faintly seen shaking in it.

Nangong Fan deliberately stepped on the tree and made a very harsh sound, he didn't have the strength to be gentle, but if he had the strength, he didn't want to be squirming in the end?

"Yo, who in Dragon City doesn't know that this is the territory of our Three Musketeers?

"Brother Bing, it's the waste of the black family. A stout, bald man in a fiery red coat turned around and stared at his prey like a tiger.

The three figures all turned around, and the corners of their mouths looked at the uninvited guests standing still not far away, this guy who usually avoids them, where did he have the confidence to come to their territory?

The three musketeers glanced at each other, and slowly approached Nangong Fan step by step, which was quite imposing.

Nangong Fan squatted slightly, staring directly at the figures that were getting closer and closer, but he was silently counting the distance between several people in his heart.

Twenty meters, fifteen meters, ten meters, five meters......

Nangong Fan kicked his feet and jumped up violently. Jumping three meters high, the aura swirled in the tongue, followed by a loud shout, roaring the surrounding trees, some leaves struggled twice and then slid weakly from the trees, and some stones rolled into the sky with the sound.

Nangong Fan's roar, like the roar of the ancient brute bear, resounded here across time and space.

The eyes of the three of them collapsed in an instant, and the fastest to wake up was the golden-clothed young man in his right hand, but at this time, Nangong Fan was already close to him, and he only had time to put his hands on his chest, and one foot quickly kicked on his hands.

Jin Tai'an only heard a piercing click, and a huge force pressed from above with the pain of the drill heart, and the whole person took four or five steps backwards uncontrollably.

The bald head of his left hand had just woken up, and a sharp pain came from his chest, and the whole person flew out upside down, with blood hanging from the corners of his mouth, and collapsed to the ground.

Ao Bing in the middle was awakened by the pain, and Nangong Fan, who flew in, pressed him to the ground like Mount Tai, his arm was slightly bent, and he hit Ao Bing hard with his elbow joint as a striker.

Ao Bing's eyes were hazy, and bloodshot pupils burst out, full of disbelief, looking at Nangong Fan, when did this waste become so strong?

Before he could react, Nangong Fan's palm grabbed directly on his shoulder, using his head as a hammer, smashing his chest, and the sound of bones shattering formed a poignant pattern with blood flowers.

Nangong Fan rolled over the mountain, dodging the sharp kick that Jin Tai'an forcibly raised his strength. Kicked up, kicked Ao Bing, who had been lifted above him, and smashed it on the big rock next to him, sliding to the ground, leaving a blood-colored trace, and collapsed to the ground with Huo Wushuang Shuangsu, only to let out a painful moan.

Jin Tai'an's footsteps didn't stop, Nangong Fan rolled endlessly, Nangong Fan took advantage of the gap caused by Jin Tai'an's pain, and stood up with a turnover.

With a loud shout, even if Jin Tai'an had been on guard, he was slightly stunned, taking advantage of this time Nangong Fan was already close to his body, his waist squirmed, and a bear leaned against the mountain, smashing Jin Tai'an away.

Jin Tai'an adjusted his body in the air, looked at Nangong Fan who was approaching, and said in a hoarse voice, with strong unwillingness, "We admit defeat." ”

Jin Tai'an sat on the ground with his buttocks, relying only on his legs, stood up from the ground, and looked at Nangong Fan standing in front of him, his mouth was extremely bitter, after he became a martial artist, although he had never made a move, he also thought that Longcheng was a genius on the first day, but now he was slapped on the head by a waste who was despised in the past.

Jin Tai'an's eyes flashed, "You, very good." ”

The weak and limp hands flashed with inspiration, walked to the collapsed "two musketeers", picked up one in one hand, did not stop, and walked straight towards the road down the mountain.

"Unexpectedly, among these three people, the first to arrive at Wuzong was Jin Tai'an, who is usually inconspicuous. Nangong Fan squinted his eyes and watched them go away, and did not stop them, the battle between their juniors naturally would not be killed, and they would move their whole bodies with one hand, and if they didn't pay attention to it, it would cause a scuffle among several major families in Longcheng, and no family was so prepared. Although they are all fools, none of them are fools and have caused a big disaster, except for Nangong Fan, the only son-in-law, the others are likely to be ruthlessly abandoned by the family.

Nangong Fan walked to the long pavilion and sat down, staring at the small wooden boat by the lake marked with the mark of the Qing family. Slapping the dirt stained by the fight just now, I was inexplicably a little nervous.

The sky began to darken.

A beautiful figure of cyan came down the mountain, facing the small wooden boat and walked slowly, like a blooming green lotus, making people's eyes shine.

Behind him was followed by a handsome man in a milky white robe, the robe was embroidered with a handsome blue bird, with wings extended, feathers like fire, and arrogant eyes, like a god overlooking the world.

The man's expression was no different from that of the divine bird on his robe. Arrogant as a god in the sky, looking at people's eyes revealing indifference, only when looking at the woman in front of him like a green lotus, there is a touch of tenderness and love.

The two stepped into the small wooden boat one after the other.

Nangong Fan only felt that it was difficult to breathe, and there was a pain in his chest, as if the sky had fallen, and there was a faint sound of heartbreak ringing in his ears.

There was pain in his eyes, and he stared at the boat blankly.

Nangong Fan was a little powerless, and even wanted to escape and leave directly.

A fierce gaze shot straight at the small wooden boat.

The figure flickered in front of the wooden boat, and the handsome man who had just sat down had disappeared from the wooden boat.

At a speed that people by the lake could not detect, they appeared next to the long pavilion that ordinary people did not dare to set foot on.

He stepped on the void, his eyes were arrogant and indifferent, his sword eyebrows frowned slightly, as if he was angry at the ants who didn't know whether they were alive or dead, and kicked out, without breaking the air or any other movements.

There was still a great distance between his feet and Nangong Fan, and Nangong Fan's body flew up involuntarily, falling into the distance, making a loud "bang", and weakly hitting the boulder that Ao Bing had just hit.

Dense black cracks appeared on the surface of the boulder, which seemed to be about to crack at any moment.

"Ants, be self-aware. We are not people of the world. The figure only raised one step, then cut through the void, and came to Nangong Fan, who was weakly and paralyzed by the side of the big stone, he pinched Nangong Fan's chin with his left hand, and patted Nangong Fan's blue face with his right hand.

Nangong Fan swallowed the blood that had not yet spit out because of the figure fanning it with his hand.

"Don't vomit blood, Lianzi saw it and thought I did something to you, abrupt beauty, how bad, you say, right?"

Nangong Fan could only roll his pupils and glared angrily at this demonic man, he didn't want to speak at this time, and he couldn't speak, he was like an ant pinched by the gods, except for listening to the whispers of the gods, he was powerless to make extra movements.

"The anger of the ants is really funny. The man's demonic and handsome face cracked into an evil smile, and a deep murderous intent flashed in his eyes, "I don't like to leave trouble, even a waste like you can't reach my world in my life." ”

The left hand gradually exerted force, and Nangong Fan's face gradually deformed like a ball of cotton under the huge force.

It's just that the man didn't notice that the ant-like figure in his eyes, in the depths of his godless pupils, was flooded with a trace of blood that seemed to be able to reverse the chaos of heaven and earth, and it was weirdly red and deep red.

"Brother Qing, that's enough. A jade-like arm grabbed the man's left hand, which he had begun to strain. The jade shadow is still the same, but it is a little more mature than two years ago, the green yarn is half-hidden, and the body has an attractive fragrance.

The man let go of his hand, shrugged his shoulders, slowly stood up, and stepped behind Qinglian'er, like a knight and a princess.

Qing Lian'er squatted down slowly, and her jade hand gently caressed Nangong Fan's chest with a few broken bones, and a warm current came from Qing Lian'er's jade hand that turned into a cyan color. Wherever you touch it, there is a feeling of numbness.

"You're my only foreign friend in all these years. You're a bit cowardly, and your physique isn't good. I even begged my grandfather to heal your so-called 'leaky body'. Now that I see that you are in good health, I am relieved. Forget about the person who humiliated you. He is from the upper realm, and his family power is also very large. It's not something you can compete with right now. I won't come on a boat trip in the future, forget about me. Actually, I'm old enough to be your grandmother, we are not people of the same world. Qing Lian'er's body rose with blue light, separating the man, wrapping the two who were squatting and paralyzed, and her voice was soft, like raindrops into Nangong Fan's heart.

"Actually, there is still a chance to show your talents, make the family value you, and stop this meaningless marriage. Only, is it possible? Besides, I don't have any love for you in the first place. ”

The last paragraph was so light that even Nangong Fan, who was beside her, couldn't hear it clearly.

The man outside the cyan light mask had a slightly blue face, and opened his mouth to Nangong Fan with a sarcastic expression, even if there was not the slightest sound coming, Nangong Fan felt that he was speaking in his ear, and he could hear the intermittent words clearly.

"Mole ants...... Qingluan Family Qingcheng Huang ......"

The broken bones in Nangong Fan's chest continued to heal under the cyan energy. Numbly watched Qinglian'er stand up and walk side by side with Qingchenghuang towards the way down the mountain.

The voice that had been churning in my head countless times slowly faded away.

"Aren't lotus seeds swimming in the boat?"

"No, Brother Qing, I'm a little tired, so let's go back. ”