"Fang Tianhan, my father and mother called you to go to the main hall."

It was Zhao Chunyu's voice, with eagerness for the first time.

Fang Tianhan glanced at her, "In the past two days, has anyone come to look for your sister?" ”

"No, my sister has been in the room and has never left, and no one has gone to look for her."

Zhao Chunyu used to look down on Fang Tianhan very much, and felt that Fang Tianhan married his sister and had been relying on his sister to support him, which was very embarrassing.

However, recently, Fang Tianhan was able to fight against Fang Yunhai, and he was able to pick up the door of life and death, Shajin's heavenly silk, and leave alive.

This has become a legend in Wushuang City, saying that Fang Tianhan is a late bloomer, a master of hidden strength, a genius boy, and the future must be limitless.

Zhao Chunyu looked at the legendary Fang Tianhan so closely, staring intently, it can be said that it was unreasonable.

Fang Tianhan's figure has become more and more provocative due to his cultivation, and he does have the feeling of being one in a hundred.

The red robe is the base, wearing a black robe, with a cinched waist, majestic and majestic, and the air pressure is square.

Green silk dances in the breeze.

Under the strong sword eyebrows, a pair of phoenix eyes were full of strength and coldness.

The long sword behind it, dazzling.

"Well, take care of your sister."

Fang Tianhan gave the order, and took the eldest grandson Zongheng to the main hall.

He didn't want to talk nonsense with Zhao Chunyu.

Zhao Chunyu looked at Fang Tianhan's back for a long time, his heart was rippling.

……

In the main hall, a feast is held.

It's lunch time.

Zhao Mingshan, Xu Yan, are feasting on the person who gave gifts, Jia Lin.

Fang Tianhan asked the eldest grandson Zongheng, "Can you hide it first?" I don't want anyone to know your identity for the time being. ”

"Yes."

"What about this sword?"

"Of course, the sword follows the initiative. There are summoning and hidden mantras, but you have been together for too short a time, and you are afraid that the mantras will not work. ”

The eldest grandson, Zongheng, raised his eyebrows, and dodged after saying a few words.

Qiankun Sword, the ancient sword, a sword determines the world.

Since it can't be made disappear with a mantra now, it can only continue to be in a white bag as before, which is refreshing.

Fang Tianhan put the bag away and entered the main hall.

Jia Lin, sitting in the guest seat, on the seat, and there were eight guards standing behind him, wrinkling his face, and his cultivation was as strong as Fang Tianhan.

Fang Tianhan felt that this guard seemed to have an opinion about himself, and they looked at him very unfriendly.

"Han'er is here, sit down."

Xu Yan's title made Fang Tianhan shudder, the relationship between them has always been very bad!

"What are you doing in a daze? Sit down, you said our family, how long has it been since we had a good meal?

Today, through the light of Lord Jia, we are also close and close. ”

Fang Tianhan really admired Xu Yan's cheekiness, and sat down under the guidance of the servant.

Dishes, especially hearty, roast suckling pig, puffer fish soup, sika venison, scallops, etc., more than a dozen high-end dishes.

"Mrs. Xu, where are you talking about this? I was just arranged by the master of the Fang family to come over to pass the word, and you are polite. ”

Jia Lin's face was full of hypocrisy, and he didn't smile at it.

"I'm not afraid of Lord Jia's jokes, the old man of the Fang family gave so many gifts at once, we can't afford it!"

In the morning, Xu Yan accepted the gift, the smile was happy from the bottom of her heart, and she started to do Tai Chi at this time, and she wanted to forget that she had gold on her face after receiving the gift.

"This is all Master Fang's intention, and he wants to invite Fang Tianhan back with a little sincerity." As he spoke, Jia Lin raised his glass.

"I'm really happy today, guys, what are you doing?"

Zhao Mingshan and Xu Yan naturally patted their sycophants and dried them up.

Two snobs.

Fang Tianhan held the wine glass and looked at Jia Lin coldly.

Want him to drink the Garin toast?

Bah!

It's impossible.