An hour and a half later, Hong Fan landed outside Feiming City.

There were a few rich clouds floating in the sky.

The stream has thawed.

The side of the road was covered with dying snow.

He drew water from the stream and rested for two quarters of an hour.

As the sun approached the middle of the sky, Hong Fan took off again and went straight into Feiming City.

Condescendingly, Washington is easier to find than expected.

Five hundred miles, two days and nights.

The fourth squad has been fighting in the starry night.

Hong Fan hovered silently above like a vulture waiting to eat.

He was hit by one palm, one shot, and two knives, and the wound was faintly painful, and his true qi dried up several times in two days and recovered.

But Hua'an's life, he had to take it personally.

The golden spear dances around the body.

The speed is fast, but the power is weakening.

Ye Xinghuo had the advantage.

[If I were Ao Fuwei, I wouldn't let the knife in my hand know too much. 】

Hong Fan thought.

He flew down.

The speed climbed rapidly from 80 kilometers per hour to more than 300 kilometers per hour.

The atmosphere flows sideways on its own, as sharp as a knife.

[It's not enough......]

Hong Fan murmured in his heart.

The strong wind was blowing on the tip of his nose, and he wanted to breathe.

The strong wind was in his eyes, and he wanted to open his eyes.

The dive speed exceeded four hundred kilometers per hour.

At this time, Hong Fan finally turned into a storm of freedom and was able to find relief from his own destruction.

The battle was halted by a thunderbolt falling from the sky.

Ye Xinghuo broke away urgently, watching the golden sand ball crash into his opponent.

After a loud bang, he felt Hua'an's aura disappear.

"Hong Fan?"

When the yellow sand dispersed, Ye Xinghuo looked at the uninvited guest who was kneeling on the ground with blood dripping from his nose, and hesitated to ask.

"It's me."

Hong Fan replied and stood up tremblingly.

There have been more than a dozen new deaths in the mansion, and there is just another Hua'an in the realm of sympathy between heaven and man.

The sand world plundered a lot of life at once, which made the Dragon Soul Tree "happy" very much.

"Brother Hong, this is not in accordance with the rules."

Ye Xinghuo frowned.

The identity of the comer was confirmed, and the fourth team was put on guard.

"The head of Wuxun is all yours, I don't want anything."

Hong Fan said.

Ye Xinghuo choked and stopped talking.

The Hua family's father and son are dead, and there is no longer the power to resist.

He gave him a look, and his companions scattered around the house, presumably to do some looting.

Hong Fan turned around and went to the main entrance.

"Where are you going?"

Ye Xinghuo shouted.

"Go back to Xijing."

Hong Fan said without looking back.

"How many are these?"

Ye Xinghuo asked again.

"The fourth."

Hong Fan replied.

"The fifth one isn't going?"

Ask.

"It's too late, Sanxi County is just south of Xijing, and Qinghuai City is due north."

Answer.

"I can't catch up with ......"

Hong Fan passed under the big cypress tree in the front yard, and remembered the scene he had seen in the retrospective, and his heart was indescribable.

He went out into the streets and out of the city.

The silk clothes were red, and they were bloody, and no one dared to stop them.

There are many people on the official road.

Hong Fan then left the official road and stepped on the ridge.

Qianmo straight.

Winter wheat is trying to regreen.

Hong Fan walked with his head down, and when the road was refined into a line behind him, he felt a slight chill on the tip of his nose.

He looked up and saw the early spring drizzle falling from the sky like silk threads, covering the remnants of winter snow.

Then they dissolve together.

Hong Fan was forced to watch this scene, and was soon shocked by the desperation in it.

He couldn't help but sing sadly.

"How many people in the world are like this?

For example, spring rain meets winter snow.

Obviously we met,

Then he said goodbye to ......"

After singing a few words, Hong Fan whimpered and couldn't help crying.

The sky is wide open.

The fields are enclosed like a prison.

He searched for the general direction in a daze, and staggered away like a lost dog.

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Xijing is in the southeast of Feiming City.

This road of 500 miles, Hong Fan walked sleepless for three days and three nights.

He crossed the river that blocked his way, crossed the mountain bag he didn't know, got drenched in the rain, and was dried by the sun.

By the time he reached the north gate of Xijing City, he was so dirty that passers-by avoided him.

Relying on the red cloud pattern mixed with blood stains on the silk clothes, Hong Fan successfully entered the city.

At this time, his Ren vein had been opened up to thirty and a half.

At the beginning of the first lunar month (three o'clock in the afternoon), Hong Fan returned to the mouth of Qinglian Lane.

If you look diagonally from here, you can see two magnificent stone lions in Asahi Prefecture.

Hong Fan stopped, and many thoughts suddenly appeared in his heart.

Zhan Yuanzi is indifferent and free.

Among the several members of the second team, he is the most compatible with him.

When Ye Chu asked if he might open the coffin, Hong Fan could answer without hesitation.

He was pretty sure that for the sake of revenge, Zhan Yuanzi would not care about these red tapes.

But now?

When his hands were stained with the blood of many innocent people in the Duan family.

With such revenge, is Zhan Yuanzi still willing?

Hong Fan thought about it, but he didn't dare to enter the Asahi Mansion.

After standing for a moment, he turned away, causing everyone in the street to disperse, except for five or six children pinching their noses and laughing and laughing.

Hong Fan wandered aimlessly and soon left the east of the city.

After a long time, he found himself in the south of the city.

On the street side is Bai Jiaci's new home.

The door is open, indicating that someone is there.

Hong Fan went over and knocked on the door.

"Who?"

A lark-like voice asked from afar.

Soon came out a little lady.

Dressed in a pale green dress, she has light steps and a concentric bun on her head.

It's the red lily.

She smelled the stench of blood and decay first, and then saw the man standing at the courtyard gate.

The black-and-red clothes were interspersed with knife marks and brown lumps, and the shading was barely visible.

His eyes were bloodshot and his lips were chapped.

Hongli screamed.

"What do you do?"

She asked in a trembling voice, leaning against the wall.

But Hong Fan's protruding face, washed by the rain, quickly made Hongli react.

"Young Master Hong?"

She asked in a low voice, unable to believe that the person who had defeated the enemy with a knife in the Mingyue Tower and carried the sky and moon had become the person in front of her.

Following his wife's screams, Bai Jiaci came out from behind.

When he saw Hong Fan, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ye Xinghuo and they are all back, but no one is seen yet, everyone is very worried!"

He grumbled with a forced smile, apparently already knowing everything.

"You're walking back?"

Bai Jiaci glanced at his teammate's worn boots and asked.

Hong Fan nodded silently.

The three of them entered the house.

"Drink water first?"

Bai Jiaci scooped water from the jar with a scoop and handed it over.

Hong Fan drank it dry in one gulp.

Scoop and drink.

Three scoops in a row.

After drinking water, Bai Jiaci asked Hongli to go out to buy clothes, chop wood to boil water, and prepare a bath bucket.

This trip took half an hour of bathing, and used up four white soaps.

The clothes that were changed were directly burned as firewood, and black smoke was emitted.

By the time Hong Fan put on his newly bought clothes, pants, cloth and boots and returned to his previous appearance, it was already dark.

The three of them had dinner together.

The meals are all made of red lily, two large pots with a small bowl, and they are all meat and vegetables on top of the rice.

Hong Fan didn't say it, and Bai Jiaci didn't ask.

It wasn't until a large pot of food was eaten in silence that Hongli spoke.

"Can the dishes cooked by the concubine still have the same appetite?"

She asked with a smile.

Hong Fan was stunned when he heard this.

"It's good, the chicken is very tender."

The white and red couple both laughed.

Hong Fan laughed too.

After dinner, Bai Jiaci sent Hong Fan to the intersection.

"Ao Fuwei, Ao Zhiji, Ao Zhixian."

Hong Fan read the three names over again.

"Whoever sees it will be killed."

He said definitely.

Bai Jiaci nodded.

Hong Fan added: "In the future, I will have people send you four pills of myelin cleansing pills every month." ”

Bai Jiaci was stunned for a moment, opened his mouth to speak, stopped again, and finally nodded.

"I'm back, you stay."

Hong Fan arched his hand and turned around to leave.

Then he was pulled by Bai Jiaci.

"Hong Fan, Li'er is making braised fish tonight."

He said.

"Huh?"

Hong Fan slapped his head and smiled.

"I'm sorry to say for me!"

This smile is finally sincere.

(End of chapter)