March rarely heard someone pronounce her screen name in its entirety. Occasionally, the tone is mostly resentful and angry, which happens in the context of her evil deeds being exposed and being hunted down.

The tone of the wind is very calm and unpredictable. She was quite self-aware, and felt that it was probably not a good thing for the other party to know her, so she took two steps back and said tentatively, "Yes, who are you?" ”

As he spoke, he was ready to run.

"Sword Shadow Community, Arashimiya." Feng Pan said, his tone a little stiff, "I'm sorry." I apologize to you for my previous remarks. ”

Arashinomiya ...... In March, her thoughts were racing, wasn't this the one who left a message to refute her boutique post two months ago-

"Let's put it to the conclusion first, I don't think the landlord has played the assassin profession at all in the illusion.

Techniques such as 'multi-stage throwing' mentioned by the landlord are completely impractical in the illusion. ”

She was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that the role she was playing now was not an assassin, and the technique she used to force back Feng Pan just now was not "multi-stage throwing"!

This...... She had long forgotten about it, who knew that one day she would really meet this replyer, and unknowingly completed a slap in the face and received his apology?

Lan Palace, homonym Nangong, isn't Feng Pan surnamed Nangong? So obvious, how could she not think of it before?

In fact, she really wasn't an assassin at the time of posting...... March secretly made up her mind in her heart, pretending to be forced to the end, and resolutely not revealing her identity in front of Fengfan, it would be a shame and a big loss.

"It's okay, I forgot about it a long time ago." She pretended to be generous, "The moonlight is just right tonight, since you and I are so fateful, it is better to stay and enjoy it together." ”

Of course she did it on purpose, Feng Pan just lost the competition and was slapped in the face, so it's no wonder that she is willing to stay.

"Then it's better to be respectful than to obey." The wind is widespread.

What the?

Why didn't this man follow the script?

March raised her eyebrows, you know, including her, Gao Yu is more or less arrogant in her heart, like Feng Fan's cheeky ...... Extremely rare.

She wanted to stir up the wind and monopolize the scenery on the top of the tower, but the words she had no choice but to say were like water spilled out, and it was difficult to take them back.

Flame Island, Loulan City.

There was no night on the Flame Island, and Zhongli and Fu Longpan were lying on the roof of the bungalow watching the sun and chatting.

"Cousin, let's get out of here, I'm dying of heat." Zhongli shook his fan and complained.

She took off her armor and wore only a white single dress, still feeling unbearable heat.

Fu Longpan squinted at the sky and didn't make a sound.

"Okay." For a long time, he said.

Penglai Island, the coast of the East China Sea.

The moon is born on the sea.

The east wind is conserved, and he stands with his hands in his hands, dressed in white, as if he is about to melt into the moonlight.

The people of the Fulong family told him that a few days ago, the patriarch and Qi Tear left Penglai and disappeared.

Fulong Wind Pan ......

He gazed at the full moon on the sea, his gaze deep.

The moon is white and the wind is clear, the day is good, the two figures are one left and one right, sitting at both ends of the top of the tower to admire the moon.

March has been secretly observing the wind and pan.

Feng Fan has played "Immortal Diagram", and her name in "Immortal Diagram" is the same as that of the Sword Shadow community, which is called Fireworks March.

So, suppose the two of them have a holiday in the "Immortal Picture", and when they see her post when they are browsing the forum, and then see that the poster has the same name as the enemy, they can't help but scold her in the reply......

This development is reasonable, and March feels that she has touched the truth, and applauds herself in her heart.

She tried hard to remember if she had seen such a person in the "Immortal Diagram", but unfortunately, she had pit as many people as the carp that crossed the river, plus she didn't know the name of the wind in the immortal diagram, where could she remember?

Feng Pan looked up at the sky, did not say a word, and appeared unusually silent.

If she still prayed for tears, the two would have talked a long time ago.

And now, in order to maintain the iceberg character of shallow sleep, she will never take the initiative to speak.

March crossed his hands behind his head and thought about whether he had a match or not.

Ahem, no, her cold image seems to have collapsed when she was provocative before, is it too late to remedy it now?

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but glance at the wind, only to find that the wind was also looking at her.

The two looked at each other awkwardly for a while, and inexplicably, neither of them looked away.

"Have we seen it in any other game before?" March finally couldn't help but break the silence.

"Nope."

Simple and clear answers.

There was another awkward silence.

Is this talking to death? Brother, can't you just answer two sentences?

The two remained star-gazed.

At this time, if you look away, you will inevitably look weak, and your momentum will naturally weaken.

March stared at the wind without blinking, and she would never be the one to look away first.

Feng Pan seemed to see something like her hero, and looked at her with the same determination.

Long.

"Are you from the Beichen family?" Feng Pan retracted his gaze and asked lightly.

March breathed a sigh of relief, turned her head, rubbed her sore eyes, and said casually, "How do you know?" ”

After speaking, she suddenly thought that the enmity between Beichen and Nangong was as deep as the sea, and her current identity was the destiny of the Beichen family, and the person in front of her was the destiny of the Nangong family.

"Hidden weapon manipulation." The wind is like gold.

It is said that it is often their enemies who know themselves best, and it seems that the Beichen family and the Nangong family know a lot about each other's stunts.

"You know how to shrink the ground, are you from the Nangong family?" March pretended to have a sudden realization.

Feng Pan nodded slightly, "My name is Feng Fan." ”

"Then between us, isn't there a blood debt to be counted?" Her tone turned cold.

"A few years ago, I broke off relations with the Nangong family." Feng Pan said calmly, "I didn't participate in the destruction of the door. However, if you insist on seeking revenge on me, I will accompany you to the end. ”

March was taken aback, and then thought that Yanzhu called Feng Fan "elder brother", Feng Fan's age should be older than Yanzhu and Langchen, and he was the eldest son. If he hadn't taken the initiative to give up, how could the position of the heir of the Nangong family get their turn?

As for why Feng Pan would give up the position of heir and leave the family, the reason for this is unknown.

She was speechless for a while, in this case, whether it was a question or a cruel word, it didn't seem very appropriate, so it was better to keep silent.

March leaned his back against the roof and lay down.

The moon was in the sky, but she had no intention of appreciating it.

Alas, she shouldn't have let Feng Pan stay. is so decent, such a good night, such a beautiful scenery, he even mentioned the family blood feud, and the atmosphere was ruined.

I don't know how long it took, the moon set and the stars sank, and the lights of Izumo City were dim.

March glanced sideways and saw that Feng Pan was still sitting in place.

Why hasn't he left yet?

Obviously, she won the competition, if she left first, wouldn't she seem afraid of him?

March began to be inexplicably more energetic again.

She turned around, changed into a comfortable position, and secretly observed the wind.

The windy eyes are actually very good-looking. When he stared at a place seriously, the light in his eyes was even better than the North Star.

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