When Zhuo Yifan heard this, his heart became even colder, he didn't let himself stay during the New Year, and seeing Zhuo Yi's precautions against himself, it had reached the point of no return. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He was really afraid that if he was left with a dead face, then Zhuo Wei would not kill him. In this case, it is really possible!

"No need, since the villa is always worried, it is better to leave here, so that everyone can have a good year!" Zhuo Yifan said sadly, and then took a step to leave.

"Wait a minute, someone, bring some coils for Yifan!" Zhuo Yi shouted.

As soon as the words fell, a family member picked up three gold ingots, and without even preparing for a little preparation, he took them directly.

"Owner, do you think it's a little less? It's too expensive to spend outside. Steward Mei said to Zhuo Yi.

"Alas, Uncle Mei, business has just picked up these days, most of them are on credit, and it will take some time for the money to be recovered. Let Yifan take these three gold ingots first, and when he has more money later, I will send someone to send them to him!" Zhuo Yi replied.

Hearing Zhuo Yi say this, Steward Mei stopped talking, and then looked at Zhuo Yifan, looking very sympathetic and helpless.

"It's okay Uncle Mei, three pieces are enough, I don't know if I can live until all three gold ingots are spent!" Zhuo Yifan laughed at himself.

"Then I'm leaving!" After speaking, Zhuo Yifan took the horses led by the family and walked towards the courtyard gate.

"Young master, you must take care!" Wu An chased after him, his eyes full of tears.

"It's okay, Anzi, you have to take care of yourself, everything goes with the flow, and living well is the most important thing!" Zhuo Yifan whispered to Wu An.

After hearing this, Wu An nodded vigorously and began to whimper.

Zhuo Yifan led the horses and walked towards the front door under the gaze of everyone in the villa.

As he reached the front door, he turned his head to look at the two skulls, which seemed to be still sobbing with sad expressions.

At this time, Zhuo Yifan seemed to be infected by such a lonely and sad mood, and he looked and looked at the place where Zhuo Jian Villa's eyes could see. This place he is most familiar with, but it is difficult to stay any longer, in stark contrast to the previous unrestrained.

With a helpless mood and a sadness that he had nowhere to go, Zhuo Yifan stepped on the horse and galloped away.

There is no need to guess, the people behind him who are watching immediately followed quickly, but they deliberately keep a certain distance.

Looking at Zhuo Yifan's back that was gradually disappearing, Zhuo Yi's face began to bloom with a bright smile. Perhaps only Zhuo Yifan's departure can reassure him, so as to better sit firmly in the position of the owner.

Maybe Zhuo Yifan left, and he was quickly captured, and then his life and death were uncertain, so that his position as the owner of the village would be more secure, and he would no longer have to worry about being recaptured by him.

With the helplessness of not knowing where to go, Zhuo Yifan came to the fork in the road again, which was the fork in the road to the border Bodhi Temple and Yecheng Xuantie Villa, both of which he had before, and it was worth recalling the story.

The Xuantie Villa in Yecheng is not far away, and it doesn't take half a day to reach it. But in his current situation, he can't be cheeky and let Yue Linglong take him in, besides, people have already written a letter to refuse the marriage, and they are even more worthless to belittle.

And the Bodhi Temple in Bocheng can no longer go back, the master Huiyuan Zen Master was killed, he was wronged, and if he went again, he would throw himself into the net.

And the direction of the other two places, I have not been there, I don't know where to lead, maybe death is waiting for me.

Forks in the road are the hardest to choose.

Because there are a variety of choices, the problem is left to the head, but the brain has not verified one by one, and can only choose based on past experience or subjective first feeling. The choice is different, and the experience may be different, which can be described as two heavens of ice and fire, or life and death.

Since he couldn't go to those two places, Zhuo Yifan simply chose a road that he hadn't walked, anyway, there was nowhere to go, so float away.

So he rode his horse again and rode towards the place where he had never traveled.

The people behind followed like that, but there was a sound of laughter in the crowd.

"Landlord, this kid went to the city under your jurisdiction, does he want to taste the taste of our Red Mansion beauty, hahaha......"

A man in ordinary clothes said to a man who looked like a man next to him.

That man has a blue-black face, and he has a long sword behind him, he is very majestic, he is the blue eyes of one of the thirty-six floor masters under the seat of the Flying Dragon Gate.

Qingyan originally worked under the seventy-two halls of Feilongmen, and since the seventy-two halls were mainly engaged in the gambling house business, Qingyan's gambling skills were also very high. Because of his outstanding performance, Qiu Wancheng, the owner of Feilongmen, appreciated it and was quickly promoted to one of the owners of the thirty-sixth floor.

Different from the business managed by the cousin, the landlord manages the business of a brothel, which can be described as a beautiful difference. Each landlord of the Red Mansion has supreme authority over the brothel he manages, but whenever there are new girls, these landlords will choose those who are beautiful to try first.

Due to the huge business of Feilongmen, many new beauties will enter each brothel under the Red Mansion every year, and these landlords can be said to have tasted the taste of beauty.

And Qingyan originally worked in the hall, and he had not yet been the hall master, but he was able to be transferred from the hall to the Red Mansion as the landlord, which can be said to be very important to the door owner.

Right now, he was ordered by Qiu Wancheng, the master of the Flying Dragon Gate, to track and monitor Zhuo Yifan, for the blood-drinking sword that shocked the rivers and lakes.

Like other sects, Zhuo Yifan finally ran to the territory he managed.

"Everyone, follow suit, and don't let this kid play a moth under our noses. If you can get the whereabouts of the Blood Drinking Sword from him, then the master of the sect will definitely reward everyone. When the time comes, it will not only be gold and silver, but the beauties will enjoy it casually, and maybe the master of the door will vigorously promote you, just like the master of the door reuses me. Therefore, now is a great opportunity to make meritorious contributions, and everyone must seize it!" Qingyan said to everyone.

When all the subordinates heard this, they were all in high spirits, and replied in unison: "I am willing to listen to the landlord's dispatch!"

The other sects were not very far from the Flying Dragon Gate, and when they saw such a big movement from them, they all became vigilant one by one, as if they were afraid that the Flying Dragon Gate would take the lead.

Qingyan saw that his subordinates were very uplifted, and he seemed very happy, in his eyes, Zhuo Yifan was also a rare treasure, and it was an excellent weapon for him to gain a firm foothold in the Flying Dragon Gate and win the reuse of the door master Qiu Wancheng, he didn't want to lose this rare opportunity.

Zhuo Yifan is still riding forward, although he doesn't know the road, but he has passed by places where people live, and he already has the taste of the New Year, and there are couplets everywhere, writing his expectations for the coming year.