"Fatty. Nangong Fan spoke weakly.

The fat man returned to his old obscene appearance, as if the righteousness just now was an illusion, and he rushed to Nangong Fan with a sneering smile.

"Give me a hand. Nangong Fan endured the constant pain from the hundreds of bones in his limbs, and his face did not change.

The fat man picked up Nangong Fan neatly, and there was a light flashing on the tips of his fingers. Wisps of streak emerge in the void.

Nangong Fan's calm eyes couldn't help but stagnate.

The fat man put on a cheap smile and slapped Nangong Fan on the head, making Nangong Fan stumble.

"Boy, your uncle is still your uncle. The fat man rubbed his round hand, which was a little painful under the subconscious shock of Nangong Fan's body, and took off the green lotus ring on Nangong Fan's finger, he had been thinking about this for a long time.

"Tsk. The fat man's face was full of excitement, playing with the ring with one hand, and painting in the void with the other, watching the lines form a whole and shroud down from the void, completely enveloping Nangong Fan.

There was a flash of blue light between Nangong Fan's body, and Ao Canglan couldn't help but make a move.

was suppressed by Nangong Fan, with a faint smile on his face, looking at the triumphant fat man. It always feels a little funny.

The fat man is a character who is full of comedy no matter how you look at it.

The fat man tied the ring to his hand, and he knew that he would not be able to untie it in a short time, so he did not do this useless effort.

The fat man's face was full of smiles that could not be hidden, he wanted to sing a song, and he finally turned over as a serf and sang. has struggled with Nangong Fan so far, and in the end he won.

The fat man looked left and right around Nangong Fan's body, which was completely restrained and unable to move.

He coveted the black dragon sword, and he hurriedly saw the black dragon armor that appeared on the surface of Nangong Fan's body.

Unfortunately, no trace was found. It should be Nangong Fan's natal spiritual weapon, which rises and falls in the dantian on weekdays.

The fat man sighed sadly. Those treasures should have belonged to him!

"Nangong Fan, don't laugh, when you chased Uncle Ben's ass like a dog for a whole day, did you ever think that there would be today?" But looking at Nangong Fan's big grin, he couldn't help but feel a burst of annoyance.

The fat man hates others for laughing at him the most.

"If you call Uncle Ben, Uncle Ben will only tie you up for ten days and a half months. How about it? Don't scream? Don't scream, Uncle Ben will leave you in the past few years, and you still want to save the little girl's mother from the sea of suffering? The fat man was annoyed and angry, and was ready to find some place to come back. "Tell Uncle Ben, do you call it?"

Nangong Fan shook his head.

"Are you screaming or not?" The fat man kept shaking Nangong Fan's body.

Nangong Fan shook his head and chuckled silently.

The fat man kept asking, vowing not to give up until he reached his goal.

"I let you see me break your ring that holds the living. The fat man was annoyed, and stretched out his round hand angrily, and the white light of the tips of his fingers squirmed to wrap the ring.

"Hey, how did it open so easily this time. The fat man's face was full of suspicion, looking at Nangong Fan, who was full of smiles, and suspected that there was fraud in it.

"Nangong Fan, you underestimate Uncle Ben too much, is Uncle Ben such an easily deceived person?" the fat man swallowed his saliva and forcibly suppressed his restless heart.

The two of them sat dryly.

The fat man was a little annoyed, it was not easy to kill, and it was not easy to let go. Is he going to do it?

When night fell, the fat man couldn't bear his thoughts after all, and his heart went to the ring, and his face changed suddenly.

Twelve black-robed figures were clearly presented in front of him, and before he could close the passage, the blue light kept flickering.

He was surrounded!

The fat man jumped to his feet, trying to use the old method of space power to escape, but found that he had been circling in an encirclement formed by twelve people.

"Battle Array!" The fat man's face turned pale, he understood, this was the best battle array of its own space, and he was finished.

"Do you want me to call you uncle?" Nangong Fan's face was full of banter.

"Uncle, you are my own uncle. In thirteen pairs of disdainful eyes, the fat man knelt down directly to Nangong Fan, who was bound by him.

What's the use of cheek, how much is a pound? Can you eat it? Can you use it to survive?

The fat man kept comforting himself in his heart, kowtowing, and crying in one go.

......

A spacious room with a faint golden glow in the night.

The lines of the ancient wood on the four walls loomed, and a strange aroma permeated it.

A large wooden table with ancient books and jade slips messily placed on it. The blue chair brings a little tranquility. On the bookcase behind it, books are embellished, and there are pictures one after another, revealing the charm of the atmosphere.

A man in his thirties, holding a transparent cup in his hand, swayed the purple liquid inside, and a little fragrance came out of it.

Even when night fell, he leisurely looked at the scroll in his hand. There were bursts of cicadas chirping outside the house, which could not disturb his interest.

His hair was only inches long, and stood on end, like an angry lion. His eyes are like knives, even when he is reading a book, he seems to be fighting with others.

This is a man who is full of high spirits, as if he can fight with the sky and the earth as long as he wants, and nothing can defeat him.

"Oh no, big boy, no. Panicked shouts, messy footsteps, came from outside the house.

The man who was called the young master was unmoved, as if there was a flower on the scroll, which attracted all his attention. No matter how the sky fell apart, he stood still.

"How many times have I said it. Be calm. The guy who was called Da Shao didn't even lift his eyelids, and continued to look at the scroll in his hand with relish. It was only slightly opened, and a faint voice echoed in the room.

A young student about twenty years old ran in from outside the house in a panic, and he looked at Da Shao's side face with admiration, as if he had been cut by a knife, and his ribs and bones were distinct.

He took a few deep breaths and waited for Da Shao to put down the scroll in his hand.

He glanced at it slightly, and it was still the familiar scroll! How many times had Dashao read it? He, the person closest to Dashao, could not remember it at all.

Da Shao's eyes were full of contemplation, he put down the scroll in his hand, slowly closed his eyes, and his fingers tapped rhythmically on the wooden table, as if there was some inexplicable problem that pulled all his mind, and he didn't even bother to pay attention to his companion student.

From the moment he put down the scroll in his hand, he could see a row of small words on the scroll - "Nangong Bufan Biography".

After Nangong Bufan's ascension, someone left a strong pen and ink for Nangong Bufan's deeds in the Nether, and it was the favorite book for those who were interested in that period of history.

It's just a pity that this is a banned book. It is said that the books that were once collected and circulated were destroyed, and only a few survived.

Xiao Sheng didn't dare to take a breath of air, and his nervous mood slowly calmed down. He knew that Dashao was the most taboo when he was thinking.

"Tell me, what's the matter. Da Shao opened his eyes, and the essence light flickered in the somewhat gloomy room, and the faint sound of metal clashing sounded.

"Elder Fang's soul card is shattered. Xiao Sheng swallowed.

"The soul card is broken...... there was a flash of murder in Da Shao's eyes, and his plan was about to run aground again?

"Yes. Xiao Sheng's body kept trembling, and the murderous aura on Da Shao's body was too heavy, and he was a little unbearable.

"Nangong Family?" Da Shao retracted the boiling momentum on his body.

"It doesn't seem to be the handiwork of the Nangong family. ”

"Like?" Da Shao snorted, and the wisps of clouds dotted outside the house suddenly dispersed, turning into smoke and wrapping around the ground. He was a little angry, and it was ridiculous that his subordinates should use the word "as if" when they reported to him about this quality.

"Nangong Fan...... It doesn't seem to be a member of the Nangong family. ”

"Nangong Fan, the Nangong family here really doesn't have this person. Da Shao's eyes flickered, "What's the matter?" ”

Whispers echoed in the room, and ordinary people couldn't hear what was going on inside even at the door.

The curtain gradually came to an end.

Dashao's eyes fluctuated, thinking about the pros and cons.

Fang Qiyan is just one of the dog kings among the countless dogs he raises. Although he has some ability, he is just a dog.

If it weren't for Fang Qiyan's many crooked evil arts, he wouldn't have given him such an important task.

The strength of the Nangong family, and the eldest and youngest of the Speaker family, he knows a lot.

Even some of the Nangong family's gentlemen will have good strength in the future. even later surpassed many of the people who had already become famous.

This kind of scenery naturally arouses the attention of many people.

There is no waste in the Nangong family!

A loud and simple name, but it is the envy of many families.

The other families naturally didn't dare to move any crooked thoughts, so they had to go against the grain, watching the Nangong family press on their heads, getting stronger and stronger, more and more powerful, and they had no other way but to surrender.

As for the Xia family, which is also the Speaker's family, they watched the weak Nangong family become stronger and stronger, and even had a tendency to climb on their heads. Naturally unwilling, they are the kings of this star, how can they allow others to show off their might?

They traced the reason for the strength of the Nangong family for three hundred years. The exercises and bloodlines became their final targets.

The bloodline of the Nangong family was secretly obtained once, and that time it set off a monstrous storm. Fortunately, there were no obvious traces, otherwise a major war would have been inevitable, and perhaps the Galactic Alliance would have become history.

And the scarce blood veins obtained that time were exhausted in their experiments again and again, and the appearance of the mice turning into ashes in their eyes is still vivid.

There is a specialization in the art industry, and the Xia family personally found Fang Qiyan, an old guy who has no learning and no skills, is sanctimonious, and no one in the Divine Cultivation Association wants to get close to.

It's just that this relationship has been hidden in the shadows, and no one dares to reveal it first to test the bottom line of the Nangong family.

Strangely shaped mice, countless strange bloodlines, and spirit herb pills are in endless supply, and the consumption in this area alone is difficult for ordinary councilor families to bear.

The Xia family was very angry, there was one piece missing from his puzzle, and he was ready to use it as a credit to force his old father, who had been in power for more than 50 years, to abdicate.

Although he knew that no one in the family could threaten his inheritance position now, but who knows how long the old man who had just turned 100 years old could sit on his head?

Do you want to sit on the full 200-year lifespan? Do you want to sit until you ascend to the upper realm?

He can't wait, he doesn't want to be called Da Shao anymore!

"Nangong Fan......" Xia Dashao gently chewed these three words in his mouth. The hair stands on end, and the tip of the pen twists and makes a "click" sound on the hand, breaking gently.

He didn't expect that if he wanted to control a little girl, so as to control the woman he was going to marry, he would bury his chess pieces.

Xia Dashao waved his hand to let Xiao Sheng leave, closed his eyes, and silently combed the clues in his heart, he wanted to sort out the context from this little information, and figure out what kind of changes this would bring to his chessboard.

Chess players always like to think about this.

A strange thought flashed through him. "Nangong Fan won't be the father of the child, right?"

An eerie arc bloomed on his face, "Interesting, interesting......"

He was annoyed, but he was amused.

There was a strange whirlwind blowing in the calm upper city. I wonder what magnificent music he will play?

The day drives away the darkness of the night.

The ancient room was lit up all night.

Xia Dashao finally felt a little sleepy. He is ready to wait and see what happens, how can the elegance of this world block the eyes of a person who has stood at the peak?

He just loves to see the scenery along the way.