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The refuge mountain villa is divided into an outer village and an inner village, and the protection of the two is different.

Taking refuge in the outer village, the owner will not take action to protect him, and occasionally evict customers to avoid some trouble. The inner village is different, taking refuge in the inner village is equivalent to completely joining the refuge mountain villa, and you can get the protection of the owner.

As a price, once you enter the inner village, you can no longer leave, and you must stay in the refuge mountain village forever and obey the orders of the owner.

To put it bluntly, if you temporarily avoid the limelight, you will go to the outer village, and if you join permanently, you will enter the inner village.

Some people are chased and killed by the enemy and have no way out, so they can only enter the inner village and become a part of the villa.

Of course, there are also people who try to escape from Neizhuang after the limelight, and all of them are dead, and none of them can be spared.

The owner here is like a roc bird, sheltering many people with his wings.

Under the guidance of the little boy, the former sect master walked into the refuge villa, and the village was full of scenery one step at a time, which was very elegant, but it was a pity that the former sect master was gloomy in his heart, and no matter how beautiful the scenery fell into his eyes, it would become plain.

The little boy asked the former sect master to wait in a living room, served a cup of hot tea, and then stepped back to pass the word.

A moment later, a clear chanting sounded outside the living room, and the voice was like a flood of bells, and every word was beautiful.

"A lonely guest from afar, I didn't know it in the past. The village gate is protected from wind and snow, and the eaves are as warm as spring. When is the grievance, where is the homeless. Qingfeng's blood is rusty, please don't force him. ”

This is the owner's poem!

Then I saw a middle-aged man in a green shirt strolling over, wearing a scarf on his head, holding a folding fan, and looking elegant and bookish.

He is the owner of the Refuge Villa, a strong Emperor Xuan, with strong strength and a powerful side.

If it weren't for him, the Refuge Villa would have been destroyed countless times, and if it weren't for him, those who were hunted down would have died a long time ago.

The owner of the village and the former sect master have known each other for a long time, and greeted with a smile: "What kind of wind blew you here, the cold house is not well entertained, please forgive me." ”

The former sect master hurriedly stood up and said with a wry smile: "Torture me, in front of the village master, what is my little sect master, not to mention that the Wuxin Sect has been destroyed, I am nothing now, this time I came here to defect to your village, and I hope that the village owner will take it in." ”

"I've heard a few things about the Heartless Sect, but I don't know the details. The world is disturbed, life has ups and downs, and even the country will be destroyed, not to mention the forces of one side, the sect master should look away a little. ”

"Alas. ”

The former Sect Master let out a long sigh and then explained the situation in detail.

The owner took a sip of tea and said calmly: "You can live in the Refuge Mountain Villa with peace of mind." It's absolutely safe here. If that mysterious powerhouse dares to come here to hunt you down, I will intervene. If you really can't do it, you will enter the inner village. ”

If the former sect master is willing to enter the inner village, he will be protected, and the owner of the village will personally take action, and the situation is very different.

The former sect master thanked him again, and then said: "I fought with that person once, Xuanjun is by no means his opponent, and it is estimated that only Emperor Xuan, the owner of the village, can stabilize him and put him to death!"

"Doing it is the last choice, a gentleman acts, first salute and then soldier. The owner shook his head slightly.

The former sect master wished that this Xuan Emperor could kill Fan Lang and avenge himself, and maybe he could take the opportunity to regain the heart seal, which would be even better.

......

After Fan Lang dealt with all the things of the Heartless Sect, he embarked on the journey again and headed to the next target, this time the Shadow Mouse Gang.

The Danfeng bloodline was bought by the people of the Shadow Mouse Gang, and Fan Lang wanted to take it back and bring it back to Wanzhou along with Zhu Hongye's corpse, which could be regarded as a perfect explanation.

Fan Lang didn't bring the tens of thousands of slaves, nor did he bring a few newly acquired younger brothers, only Zhao Wuchen alone, and the two cross-eyed people went on the road together.

Men and women match, no matter how you do it, you don't get tired.

Halfway through, Zhao Wuchen suddenly remembered something, and took the initiative to talk to Fan Lang for the first time, asking, "What's your name?"

"You don't even know my name?" Fan Lang was surprised.

"I don't know, everyone called you cross-eyed before, you can't really be called by this name. ”

"Oh, that's right. ”

Fan Lang was stunned.

He only reported the pseudonym of Fan Taotao to Purple Rose at the beginning, but almost no one called him like this, and they all directly called him cross-eyed, so that this pseudonym did not come in handy.

Fan Lang, Fan Taotao.

How similar the two names are, if Zhao Wuchen knew it, he might be able to use this to understand the mystery.

Since she didn't know, there was no need to say it explicitly.

"I'm cross-eyed, and you're cross-eyed, so let's just call it like that. The name is just a code name, so why care. Fan Lang made a fool of himself.

"If you want to call me cross-eyed, I will fulfill you, but you can't call me cross-eyed. Zhao Wuchen said with a glaring eye.

"That's called you Xiao Chen. ”

"Don't. ”

"Xiao Wu?"

"Don't!"

"Don't do this, don't do that, just call you Lao Zhao. ”

"Return the three thousand spirit coins to me, I don't need you to kill Fan Lang, find someone else!" Zhao Wuchen almost went berserk.

Fan Lang smiled, when it came to the meat in the tiger's mouth, there was no reason to spit it out.

If Zhao Wuchen doesn't get the money back, he can only continue to let Fan Lang be the killer.

Walking forward again, Fan Lang asked another clichéd question: "Where did that Fan Lang provoke you?"

"Why do you ask this again, it has nothing to do with you. Zhao Wuchen pouted.

Fan Lang's eyes were playful.

Just now he asked "where did you provoke you", and did not mention the so-called forces behind it.

Judging from Zhao Wuchen's various performances, it seems that this is a personal grudge and has nothing to do with any forces.

Personal vendettas...... Personal vendettas......

Fan Lang suddenly had a flash of inspiration and thought of a possibility.

There are many people in this world who want to kill him, not 10,000 but 8,000, and among the women, the most wanted to kill him must be the mysterious woman that night.

An oolong, a spring breeze, the tears shed by the mysterious woman at that time are still vivid, and she must have hated Fan Lang to the core.

The mysterious woman was wearing a mask at the time and her identity was unknown.

Zhao Wuchen beside him wanted to kill Fan Lang, even sparing a lot of money, it was likely to be the mysterious woman!

"How did I think of it!"

Fan Lang's eyes lit up, and a lightning bolt seemed to have crossed his heart.

The authorities are confused, and the bystanders are clear.

He's in the game, and some things are naturally not so easy to think of. Zhao Wuchen mentioned the forces behind it many times before, which played a misleading role, making him mistakenly think that there was really a big force that wanted to buy * murder, and after many temptations, he slowly saw the light of day.

Now, he finally came to his senses and figured out the key points.

Of course, this is just a guess with a relatively high probability and may be wrong, and a guess is a guess after all.

Fan Lang was excited in his heart, slowed down his pace, looked at Zhao Wuchen's side face, and gave birth to a new question.

Is this face real or fake? Could it be that the woman who was pressed under her body that night was cross-eyed?

Said the steam egg

The tenth watch, call it a day and go to bed.