Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Sword Is Yours

Mu Fan spread his hands and said, "I don't know what happened in the middle, it's useless to ask me." ”

"Do you really not know, or do you refuse to say?" Geng Liang stared at Mu Fan's eyes and said.

Mu Fan knew that Geng Liang couldn't help himself, and it was useless to doubt it.

"I really don't know, although I am a disciple of Ye Feng, I am young and have no foundation. I want to be friends all over the world, is that possible? Mu Fan said sincerely.

Geng Liang took a step towards Mu Fan, wanting to ask about the forces behind Mu Fan, but he didn't have the courage. He sat down in the chair next to him and said, "We're leaving tomorrow, are you ready to leave?" ”

"Of course, it was the house that was destroyed, and I was not damaged in the slightest. As long as you're willing to go, you can do it anytime. Mu Fan poured two cups of tea and handed one of them to Geng Liang, "It's okay if you don't even accompany us." Now I think it's more dangerous to be with you. ”

"Now the checkpoints in each city are a lot looser, follow me, there won't be any danger." Geng Liang took the teacup and took a sip, "I can prevent all kinds of emergencies, you know, if you meet a few people who are not long-eyed, you really can't do it without me." ”

Mu Fan smiled: "Yes, but there are still few such people." ”

"Less is not the same as nothing, be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years."

Mu Fan said: "Okay, but you must ensure that on the next road, you can't make decisions on your own, and everything must be discussed with me and Xiaowan." ”

"Yes, if I break my oath, I will no longer trap you by my side no matter what."

Mu Fan slapped the table, "Deal." ”

He put the teacup down and said, "It's not too early, I'll rest for a while, and remember to call me tomorrow morning." ”

After Mu Fan finished speaking, he turned around and went to the cubicle and leaped onto the bed. He was defenseless against Geng Liang, and his breathing soon became steady.

Geng Liang had no interest in tasting tea, so he raised his head and drank the tea in the teacup. He sat down in his chair and guessed that the person who came just now should be the person Mu Fan saw that day.

What is the reason why these people want to make such a big move, and what is the purpose?

After thinking about it, Geng Liang didn't come up with a reason. He picked up the teapot, poured himself a cup of tea, and drank it absentmindedly.

……

……

As soon as the sky was bright, Mu Fan was woken up by Geng Liang. He stretched, ready to wake Xiaowan up.

Geng Liang said: "You don't need to call Xiaowan, she has already woken up." You're sleeping dead, she's been here just now. ”

"It's been a long time since I've slept so soundly." Mu Fan smelled a fragrance in the room and asked, "What smell?" ”

"The smell of rice, huh...... To be precise, it is the fragrance of the spirit fruit. ”

Mu Fan walked to the cubicle and found a small pot of porridge on the table. The porridge is made of blue and white porcelain, and there is a blue and white porcelain lid on top that is half-hidden, and bursts of fragrance come out with the heat.

He walked over to the table, picked up the lid of the small basin, and set it aside. He glanced at the small basin a few times and said, "The porridge made of Juling Fruit is full of color, flavor and flavor. ”

He gave himself a full bowl, dug a spoonful and put it in his mouth, and chewed it slightly, "It tastes good, Gu Yukun is still quite generous." ”

Gathering spirit fruit has many benefits for healing injuries and increasing the true element in the body, strengthening the body and prolonging life. The medicinal power is slow, but it is subtle, and the effect is similar to that of Wupindan.

Cultivating families often hold feasts, and a bowl of congregation porridge often comes after the meal. Although it is not a particularly precious thing, it also shows a piece of the owner's heart.

Mu Fan didn't drink this kind of thing less, and the vast True Yuan Sea in his Qi Sea had a certain relationship with it. With his knowledge of Juling porridge, Gu Yukun's cooking skills are good.

Geng Liang said: "We are guests, but unfortunately there is a problem with the host's territory, and the disciple of the guest has been missing for a while. The Gathering Spirit Fruit is used for apology, and it is not generous. ”

Mu Fan took another sip and said, "That's right, you have to drink it all, you can't leave it." ”

He lamented that his cheeks were getting thicker and thicker, and the cause of the incident was that Wen Cheng passed the news to him, which caused Gu Yukun's base camp to suffer huge losses.

Now Gu Yukun apologized with the Gathering Spirit Fruit, Mu Fan sent spoonfuls into his mouth, and said to Geng Liang that he would drink it all up, and there would be nothing left.

Mu Fan asked, "Does Xiao Wan know about the Gathering Spirit Fruit?" I'd better go call her and let her eat with us. ”

Geng Liang said: "I just asked her to drink it, but she refused." ”

Mu Fan understood the reason, the young master hadn't drunk yet, how could the maid move her mouth. Xiaowan also drank some of the spirit porridge, and many times it was rewarded by her grandfather.

Mu Fan said: "Drink quickly, by the way, leave some for Xiaowan, and I'll call her." ”

Geng Liang was not surprised by Mu Fan and Xiao Wan's behavior, since he was threatened by the big man, he had put himself in the right position.

He talked a lot with Mu Fan that day, including even going to Gu Yukun's place, all in a consultative tone.

At first, he thought that Mu Fan and Xiao Wan were lovers, and Xiao Wan belonged to the weaker party. Now it seems that Xiao Wan's low profile is more like a maid's respect for the young master.

Not long after, Mu Fan came over with Xiao Wan. Geng Liang noticed that for such a small detail as taking a seat, Mu Fan sat on the chair first, and Xiao Wan would sit down with him.

Geng Liang took a bowl of rice and was about to drink it, when his body suddenly froze there.

Mu Fan sensed that something was wrong with Geng Liang, and hurriedly asked, "Is something wrong?" ”

Geng Liang was still frozen there, motionless, a trace of heat gradually appeared in his eyes, and he became emotional.

Mu Fan looked at the porridge in his bowl and muttered, "Could it be the problem of the porridge, I have already drunk it, and I still don't feel any discomfort." Before Geng Liang could speak, he suddenly froze. ”

He turned his head to look at Xiao Wan and found that Xiao Wan was looking at him, her eyes also full of doubt.

Suddenly, the doubt in Mu Fan's eyes turned into shock, and he found a powerful aura within the scope of his divine sense, which was extremely thick.

"Buzz ......"

A sword pierced the dawn, sliced through the sky, cut off the ridge of the roof where Mu Fan was, and nailed Geng Liang's bowl to the table.

The sword body is dark gold and about four feet long. The hilt is a wood-colored sword, and the top is simple and unadorned. However, the aura emanating from the sword was heavy, like an ocean, bottomless.

Mu Fan only glanced at it, and it was difficult to take his eyes off. For those who use swords, it is very difficult to defend against the best famous swords.

He laughed helplessly, this sword is not ordinary, just by virtue of the power of the sword, it has the feeling of being better than the streamer sword.

Geng Liang couldn't hide the greed in his heart, and as soon as he grasped the hilt of the sword, his eyes became even hotter.

Mu Fan saw Geng Liang holding the sword, and said again and again: "The sword belongs to you, it belongs to you......"