Chapter Eighty-Seven: The Past Was Certainly Not Simple

"Since you have returned to the world and started over, it is better for everyone to reintroduce yourself." The animal god smiled and said: "The contemptible Fang Wen Sword, there was once a bandit called the Blood Mist Flying Fox who was not on the stage, and he wanted to ...... back then."

"Who doesn't know about your?" The white dove smiled and said: "I've known you for a few years, and I've heard it hundreds of times, and my ears are calloused." Why don't you tell me an interesting story about your relationship with the air-dried pig, and let those who really hear it be full of caution, and those who listen to it will cry...... Laughing, haha......"

The face of the animal god was like black charcoal, and the big slap was immediately slapped.

The white dove has always been too dexterous in his movements, and he shrank to his side with a grunt, and continued to laugh: "You are still short of more than thirty pounds, don't think that you don't need to be punished when you get out of the camp, don't you say it, big sister?" ā€

He said softly: "The people who exist in the camp have a past, some people are willing to say it, some people are unwilling, there is no need to force it." ā€

The animal god was stunned, and said in his heart: "The eldest sister is still shrewd, and she can see at a glance that the white dove is deliberately interrupting." ā€

The white dove touched the back of his head, and said with a smile: "Eldest sister's head is like a torch, I can't hide it from you with this little caution." ā€

Li said again: "But Fang Wenjian is right, since he is out of the existence camp, the previous title is not good to use anymore, you don't call me hard anymore, I have always hoped that I can live freely like a cloud in the sky, call me Xia Yun, and the title of eldest sister does not need to be mentioned again." ā€

The animal god and the white dove looked at each other, knowing that eighty percent of them were pseudonyms, because unless they were the remnants of the country, few people would take the name of the country as their surname.

Zhao Feichen didn't know this taboo, he really thought that he was calling Xia Yun hard, so he also introduced himself: "Zhao Feichen, he was hit on the head by a falling rock in Duling Mountain before, and I don't remember most of the previous things. ā€

This experience sounded too fake, and no one took it seriously, but no one investigated it deeply.

Zhao Feichen, Xia Yun, and Fang Wenjian's gazes all turned to the white pigeon's face.

The white pigeon smiled dryly: "Coincidentally, my surname is also Xia, you can call me Xia Pigeon." ā€

The beast god squinted and said, "Take advantage, don't you?" Who wants to call you brother, Brother Xia, it's so decided, unconvinced, and slap you with a big mouth. ā€

"Shhhhh......h ā€

Fang Wenjian laughed: "There's no hair down there, hehe, this name is okay." ā€

Now it's the turn of the white dove with a black face.

"Can you change your name at will? Really? "Zhao Feichen is not stupid after all, and he secretly said that the white dove and the force are afraid that he is not telling the truth.

"Less nonsense." White pigeon, no, Xia Guangguang said angrily: "You just listen seriously." ā€

The shaking of the carriage suddenly slowed down, and the curtain was lifted with force, and another carriage was parallel, and a triangular eye with an obscene face poked his head out, and said with a straight face: "Four, the front is the pass, although it has been tied, it is better not to open your mouth as much as possible, so as not to cause extraneous branches." After passing the pass, it will be up to you again. ā€

He looks obscene, but his tone is very calm and majestic.

It's Hong San! Zhao Feichen's brows tightened, he rescued Hong San from the grassland, but this person ran to tell the informant, causing him to lose the Great Wind God Banner, and because of this, he was imprisoned in the storage camp, forced to go to the battlefield, and almost died. Naturally, he didn't have a good impression of this kind of villain, and at the same time he was surprised why this guy was here.

The beast god smiled and said, "Although Hong Sanye can rest assured, we are all sensible people." ā€

Hong San hummed and lowered the curtain again, as if he hadn't seen it and had never known Zhao Feichen.

His luxurious carriage accelerated over, followed by a few smaller carriages, and dozens of knights with knives, and the front and rear rows were very large, and it was a large convoy.

The convoy soon encountered the inspection, Hong San seemed to have a very identity, and the soldiers who checked were full of Hong Sanye's shouting, how respectful and respectful he was, and he felt like a big boss going out on patrol.

After passing the pass, Zhao Feichen couldn't help but ask, "Do you know this Hong San?" ā€

Xia Guangguang nodded and said: "He is a very famous businessman, I knew him a long time ago, a few years ago to do business in Fengling City, it seems that it didn't take long, the business in the north of the city let him account for more than half." ā€

Fang Wenjian smiled evilly: "There are his names all over Daxia, operating all kinds of trading, no matter what shop, there is a Hong character in the lower corner of the signboard, I have been to the bathhouse he opened a few times, no matter which restaurant, the girls in it rub their backs are a must, the techniques are similar and have their own merits, tsk, who knows who uses it, everywhere ecstasy......"

As he spoke, he showed an evocative expression, and his hands swayed wildly, holding the air so that he could go up and down.

Zhao Feichen really wanted to get as far away from this pervert as possible, but unfortunately the carriage was so big, there was really nowhere to hide, so he had to move a little to Xia Yun's side. Although he had seen the other side of Fang Wenjian, this lazy appearance was pretended, but it was also pretended to be too similar, and normal people couldn't stand it.

Xia Guangguang also had an extremely disgusted expression, and said to Zhao Feichen: "It's enough for you to learn his flying sword!" The more unfortunate thing than knowing one pervert is knowing two perverts and not letting people live. ā€

In fact, his temperament is also very frivolous, but compared with Fang Wenjian, I really don't know how stable it is.

Fang Wenjian is definitely thick-skinned enough, as long as he doesn't mention the matter of drying pigs, he will usually take the words of scolding him as a compliment, and his black face is full of pride: "I have won awards." Of course, the apprentices I taught are better than the blue. ā€

Xia Guangguang rarely agreed with him: "I didn't expect you to be really willing to teach you stunts, you know?" At that time, I was dumbfounded, his hand flew to and fro with a sword that was ruthless and accurate, and it was really not much worse than you. ā€

Fang Wenjian knew that Zhao Feichen was a born saint speaker, and he would not be bad at learning any Dao technique, and he didn't need to cultivate for a long time like others, so he was not surprised, and turned to Zhao Feichen and laughed: "What?" The first time you went to the battlefield, did you feel the same as your master and me, peeing your pants while killing witches? It's a shame I wasn't there. ā€

Zhao Feichen moved his butt again and sat down next to Xia Yun.

Xia Guangguang couldn't help but say: "Pee your pants? The one who didn't exist, the witch man who died under his sword, hated to be better than me and my eldest sister...... Uh, Xia Yun, no, Sister Yun adds up to a lot, and she didn't even sweat from beginning to end, but her physical skills are a little worse, too poor, and she is as weak as a chicken, which makes people lose their minds as soon as they get close. ā€

Fang Wenjian was quite surprised, his black face was gloomy, and he couldn't help but glance at Zhao Feichen.

He was proud to kill like hemp, and he couldn't hold it up the first time he went to the battlefield. The sight of stumps everywhere, bloody eyes, ears, mouth, nose and blood, and the horror of losing one's life at every turn, is by no means something that can stand firm with courage, and one has to crawl in and out of the pile of dead people several times to ignore it.

So he immediately came to the same conclusion as Xia Guangguang: Don't look at Zhao Feichen, this kid pretends to be a chick, it must not be simple in the past.

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