Nangong Fan naturally didn't know what was going on inside Wanbao Tower after he left.

Nangong Fan walked through the tree-lined path with cheerful steps, but he didn't know that in the space of the Sea of Eyebrows that he couldn't spy on himself, things happened that had nothing to do with him but were closely related.

When he broke away from the strange state of godlessness, the dancing blood-colored phantom stopped all movements, and Mu Ne's eyes emitted a smart color, and a vicissitudes, bloodthirsty and violent aura emanated over him.

He looked curiously at the enclosed surroundings, and could even see countless tumbling fragments of memory.

"Hey, there's something weird about this little ghost. It's not the same as the little broken child I felt more than ten years ago, but it's obviously a person. Thinking flashed in his eyes, "After all, this is where I will live in the future, so it's better to explore it carefully, and don't capsize in the gutter." ”

Blood-colored light diffused from his illusory figure, instantly covering the entire sea of knowledge space.

He looked at the very center of the sea space with a soft sigh, and a blue illusory figure sat cross-legged. Circles of white transparent silk threads wrapped around the blue shadow with a strange aura, binding him tightly so that he could not make the slightest movement.

"Tanuki for the prince? What a mysterious method, stronger than I was at the beginning. Also, after all, this seat is not a seminar. He sighed in admiration, and his face was strange, "No, to be precise, it should be the prince for the tanuki, the person who can set up this kind of battle, maybe the real strength can really fight in front of me." Breaking this thread that looks like a fishing line should be able to peek out something. ”

As the words fell, the red light condensed together, turning into a blood-colored dragon, and the vast aura permeated the space of knowing the sea.

The long dragon raised its fierce eyes, opened its big mouth, and a dragon roar resounded throughout the sea of knowledge, and countless blood threads entangled towards the silk threads on the blue phantom's body with a fierce aura.

At this time, on the bank of the Yangtze River in Longcheng, a hunched figure wearing a hat on his head, holding a fishing rod weakly with both hands, slowly raised his head, revealing long white hair like snow, a wrinkled face, looking in this direction, the distance of ten miles seemed to be in his eyes, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, with deep disdain, and a trace of sarcasm in his eyes.

His pupils are dark and shiny, and at first glance, he gives people the vicissitudes of the world like an ordinary old man, and is as pure as a child's heart, but at the second glance, it is like looking down on a bottomless pool of water, which can make people fall into it, as if they have experienced countless reincarnations, and they can't extricate themselves.

The hook has no bait, the rod is very long, and the fishing line hangs straight down in the middle of the Yangtze River, and there is no ripple on the surface of the river, and the traces of the fishing line cannot be seen clearly, as if the fishing line goes straight through the river surface, thus penetrating another space.

From time to time, there were people passing by, but no one seemed to notice that there was a strange old man fishing alone in the river, and even a urchin boy passed directly through his body.

Nangong Fan knew the sea, and the silk thread that wrapped his soul shook with the hand of the old man holding the fishing rod on the bank of the Yangtze River, and a Taiji diagram appeared in the air, emitting a milky white light, where the light was, the blood was scattered.

The blood-colored figure's face changed, and a sharp voice echoed in the sea of knowledge, "What the hell, how is it possible? Curiosity kills the cat, and the ancients don't deceive me." ”

As soon as the words fell, the milky white light stopped in front of him, and a vicissitudes of life sound came out of the Taiji diagram, and it seemed to come from outside the sky, magnificent, "Blood demon?"

The Qing family in Longcheng is naturally located on the mountain range in Longcheng, and it is not very far from the ancestral house of the Hei family.

The Qing family is famous for the Chamber of Commerce, and the shops are all over the earth and scattered in the territory of the human race, but the descendants of the Qinglong family who really walk the world with the surname Qing are extremely rare, and most of the shopkeepers are people with foreign surnames, and the shops in the Dragon City and the end of the capital are no exception.

Even so, the prestige of the Qing family is also above the other families in Dragon City, at least the people in the rivers and lakes prefer to deal with a family like the Qing family.

The Qing family is rich enough to rival the country, and the battles of several families in Longcheng have always excluded the descendants of the Qing family, who do not care about the world.

The ancestral house of the Qing family, let's call it the ancestral house, I don't know how much smaller than the small village of the Hei family, the ancestral house is small, just a simple house, only comparable to the house that the ancestral house of the Hei family gets when he becomes an adult, but the yard is much larger.

The courtyard of the Qing family's small house is full of rare green plants in the world, although they are rare but they are all mortal, and there is no slightest spirituality, but like the green plants treasured by ordinary rich people, there is not much practical benefit except for appreciating the meaning. It's just that these green plants are absolutely first-class in the world when it comes to beauty, and they also have a comfortable fragrance that comes into the heart.

An old man in a golden robe embroidered with a green dragon, with his eyes closed, humming a little song softly, his smooth fingers as smooth as jade tapped in the void, playing a very rhythmic beat, lying leisurely in the small courtyard, lying on the couch.

Suddenly, the old man opened his eyes, his eyes were extremely pure, like a newborn baby, he shook his head, looked at the Yangtze River, his eyes flashed, and whispered in a voice that only he could hear, "Taoist breath?"

snorted lightly, closed his eyes again, and whispered softly, "Don't mess with the old man, the old man is lazy and doesn't want to move." ”

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As soon as Nangong Fan walked into the wooden house group, he heard a piercing sound of beating and scolding coming from a remote alleyway.

"Dead monkey, I haven't beaten you enough before, right?

At the end of the alleyway, several young men dressed in black surrounded a thin man curled up with a small body punching and kicking.

"That waste young master has been hiding for more than ten days, isn't it you, a dead monkey, who reported the news? He has caused a big disaster, and the law enforcement hall is preparing to deprive him of his identity as a descendant, and this young master will be the eldest young master of the black family in the future. ”

"Don't you lick the bastard blood you shed on the young master's shoes? Your waste young master can't protect himself, don't think about him to save you anymore. You have made Young Master Ben happy, and Young Master Ben may let you go. What kind of waste there is, what kind of master there is. In the middle of the group stood a young man with short black hair and high spirits, who was raising his right leg and stepping on the curled man. The toes of his right leg rotated, and endless pain and anger flashed in the eyes of the curled thin young man, but he still didn't make any moves, he has been used to beating and scolding in the past two years, he is like a lone wolf, licking the scars on his body, he doesn't want the young master to worry about him, the young master's inability to cultivate is already very uncomfortable, there is no need to fight for this matter, this will be the young master's team in the future.

Nangong Fan's heart trembled, and his murderous aura burst out, "Little light." ”

Anger appeared in his eyes, and he walked quickly to the alleyway, squatting slightly at the mouth of the alleyway, in the shape of a bear, and there was a momentum of jumping up and killing all directions.

It's just that the scene that happened in the depths of the alley in front of him made Nangong Fan's eyes full of endless consternation.

"Insult me, insult the young master, die!" Xiao Guangzi's pupils became fiery red, revealing a blood-colored light, and violence and ferocity gradually emerged, like the eyes of a beast, revealing ruthlessness and slaughter.

He vaguely remembered that it was a rainy night, and the gentle woman with tender eyes in her eyes, dressed in a green skirt, snuggled up to a white-robed young man in a white robe full of pride, and the white-robed young man held the gentle woman's willow waist with one hand and held a flower umbrella with the other.

For example, the two people in the painting go from a dream to reality, covering their young bodies with their small umbrellas. The white-robed man himself was drenched in the rain, and he had a proud but soft smile in his eyes.

The woman opened her hands and hugged him, her voice was euphemistic, "What a cute little guy, take it home and be a companion to Ze'er." ”

"Good. In this way, Ze'er will not be lonely in the future. The man's voice was soft, and his arrogant eyes only became gentle when he turned to the woman.

This is the most beautiful picture in the world, and this is the only warmth in his heart.

After that, young men and women treated him like a parent, and gave him the name Qin Guang, with the woman's surname. Since then, the calamity that no one dares to approach has its own name.

The little master treats him like a brother, seeing that he is thin and often puts the meat in the bowl in his bowl, but he eats vegetables he doesn't like. Toys are also played with by yourself first. Whoever bullies himself, he will also wave his young fist to fight back.

Such a good young master, why does anyone want to insult him?

Angry eyes, eyes like fireballs.

"Just you, dead monkey, do you still want us to die?" The black-clothed young men who surrounded the beating naturally did not care about the changes in a thin young man, but fought more cheerfully.

"Why do I feel a little pain in my hand when I hit him?"

"You're using all your energy on the bed, aren't you?"

They laughed and rejoiced.

"Ahhh An angry roar came from the thin young man's mouth, and several young people who were beating were all shocked by the golden light emanating from Qin Guang's body.

They don't want to retreat, it's just that the domineering of this golden light is not something they can resist now.

Qin Guang rolled on the ground and jumped up from the ground.

Her black hair turned blonde, and her whole body was golden except for her pink face. The already skinny body is even thinner, with a sharp mouth and shrunken cheeks, but the eyes are blazing, but the pupils are golden, beating wildly like flames, as if everything in front of them is going to be burned under this flame.

The fiery eyes are golden and sunny, nothing more than that.

Qin Guang's bare legs were also full of golden hair, and his right leg subconsciously hooked slightly, and the wooden sticks scattered on the ground flew up in the air, and his hairy right hand was clenched.

The long stick in his hand, even if it is just a mortal thing, adds a Lingyun momentum, which makes people ignore him, making him look like a god who has stepped out of nothingness, mighty and extraordinary.

Today's Qin Guang said that he could poke a big hole in the entire sky with one stick, and Nangong Fan was not surprised.

Qin Guang's pupils were filled with inhuman violence, and he glanced at the five people in front of him who were struggling to get up from the ground, and he shouted loudly, shocking the earth, and then the shadow of the stick was heavy, and he smashed towards the five people with a piercing and ugly sound of breaking the air.