After Xiao Fan left, everyone dispersed one after another, they were not in the mood to watch Nalan Wudao's family affairs here.

Nalan Yanyue was staring at Nalan Wudao at the moment, pointing in the direction where Xiao Fan left, "How can you hurt him?" Nalan Yanyue asked with a pout.

Hearing this, Nalan Wudao rolled his eyes speechlessly, "This daughter was raised for nothing, didn't you see your father and I was injured?" Nalan Wudao looked indignant.

Immediately, he glared fiercely, and stood aside gloating Nalan with a sword.

Nalan Yijian's smile suddenly froze on his face, "If you feel sorry for your daughter, you can be angry with me, what's the matter?" Nalan pursed his lips with a sword, but he didn't make a sound.

Nalan Wudao was angry at this time, and he was reluctant to do anything to his daughter, but for him, it was uncertain.

This guy is not a master who will show mercy after making a move.

After Nalan Wudao left, Murong Jun looked at the direction of Xiao Fan's departure with a gloomy face, today, if Xiao Fan left, then he Murong Jun would undoubtedly become the laughing stock of the whole world.

Murong Jun gestured to the old servant behind him with his eyes, six guys at the level of the ground list, one was killed by Xiao Fan, and five were seriously injured, and now the only thing that can be used is the old servant around him, Xiao Fan and Nalan Wudao have a fight, as if it is already the end of the crossbow, if it is placed in peacetime, the old servant of the Murong family definitely does not have the courage, but at this time, in order to show Murong Jun his existence, he must kill Xiao Fan.

After three or two failures, Murong Jun already had a lot of complaints about him.

If a servant falls out of favor in front of his master, then it is conceivable that he will be waiting for him in the future.

The veiled woman, when she saw the crowd disperse, called softly.

A strong and burly man appeared behind the woman, "Go protect him," Xuanyuan Butterfly Dance said as he pointed in the direction Xiao Fan left.

Hearing this, the big man touched his nose stupidly, but still went as he said.

There is no way, the old man is Xuanyuan Butterfly Dance, a daughter, the baby is terrible, and he, who is an elder brother, can only be called.

Besides, in his opinion, his sister is smarter than him, and what he wants to do must not be wrong.

Dragging his tired body, Xiao Fan rushed back to the capital overnight.

Wen Yiqian's mother and daughter arrived in the capital before him.

As soon as he arrived in the capital, Xiao Fan heard another piece of news that caught him off guard.

Nie Zhongtian died, as well as his daughter Nie Hongluan.

"Nie Hongluan, that delicate and domineering but cute and innocent woman, is actually dead?" Xiao Fan stood on the bustling street of the capital, with a look of disbelief in his eyes.

A pain of loss spread in Xiao Fan's heart.

The faint pain slowly turned into hysteria and heartbreaking.

I still remember that night, Nie Hongluan's red lips.

I don't want to last time, but I'm already separated forever.

Xiao Fan almost didn't have time to go home, so he rushed directly to the northeast, he still couldn't believe it, Nie Hongluan left him like this, her voice, her smile, everything was so clear.

In the northeast, Nie Zhongtian's home is a mess, and the traces left after the war are still faintly visible.

Xiao Fan walked into Nie Hongluan's bedroom, and that day, he was here to say goodbye to Nie Hongluan.

Looking at the empty house, Xiao Fan's nose was sour, and he had an urge to cry.

On the bed, a diary caught Xiao Fan's eyes.

Xiao Fan stepped forward, his hands trembled slightly, and he gently opened the diary, and the handwriting of Jun Xiu met Xiao Fan's eyes.

Looking at the date, it was recorded from eight years ago.

"He didn't come to school today, he was very depressed, what's wrong with him? Why didn't you come? A line of handwriting, with the feelings of a girl, slowly flowed into Xiao Fan's eyes

"It's been a month, and he still hasn't appeared, where is this bastard guy dead, I don't know if Miss Ben misses him very much?"

"Where did he go? Why can't I find him, I really want to see him, Xiao Fan, you come back, it's a big deal that I won't bully you in the future? ”

The corners of Xiao Fan's mouth slowly outlined a smile, and the woman's shy and annoyed delicate appearance couldn't help but appear in his mind.

"It's my birthday today, but without him, it's so boring, I want to meet him, I want to."

Turning the pages one by one, almost every birthday wish of Nie Hongluan is him.

For eight years, the woman did not forget him, and the diary was full of a person's name, that person was called Xiao Fan.

Until Xiao Fan came back, the day of her birthday.

"He's back, is God helping me make my wish come true? I'm so happy, I'm going to make an appointment with him tomorrow, and this time, he can't escape. ”

"That guy is still that nasty, and more shameless than before, Miss Ben is angry."

"He actually has a wife, how can he have a wife, what should Miss Ben do? Xiao Fan, you're a big bastard. ”

Turning the pages one by one, Xiao Fan smiled, smiled and smiled, but tears blurred his eyes, this woman left him forever.

Throughout the day, Xiao Fan hid in Nie Hongluan's room, crying and laughing until night fell and the lights were bright.

Xiao Fan finally saw a living person, "Tell me, where is Nie Hongluan?" Xiao Fan pinched the man's neck and asked coldly.

That person originally wanted to find out why there was a light, but he didn't expect to meet Xiao Fan's evil star.

"She's buried in the northern suburbs." The man's voice trembled and said, the man's cold hand made him feel death, it seemed to be close at hand, and he seemed to see the cold smile of death.

"Take me there," Xiao Fan said coldly.

The man nodded.

In the northern suburbs, in a clearing, three dry hills are extremely abrupt.

Nie Zhongtian's generation of overlords turned out to be desolate after his death.

Xiao Fan stretched out his hands and trembled to dig Nie Hongluan's grave, he didn't believe that Nie Hongluan died like this.

A red coffin, Xiao Rudao was benevolent and righteous, leaving a coffin for these three people.

A flash of lightning pierced the sky, accompanied by a thunderclap that resounded through the heavens and the earth.

Xiao Fan pushed open the coffin, and the woman's pale and silent face met Xiao Fan's eyes.

Heavy rain poured down.

Xiao Fan stretched out his hand and trembled and picked up Nie Hongluan's body.

"Hongluan," Xiao Fan caressed Nie Hongluan's cold face and muttered softly.

A tear flowed slowly.

"Ah," the heavy rain poured down, Xiao Fan looked up to the sky and roared, but the sound was quickly annihilated in the rain.

Xiao Fan's voice carried a tremor that could not be concealed, and he half-knelt on the ground.

Holding Nie Hongluan's cold hand, looking at the lifeless face, Xiao Fan's eyes showed a touch of tenderness, "Hongluan, tonight, watch me kill for you." ”