Looking at the empty scroll on the table, Wang Fan's expression was as usual, but in his heart, he had a heart to kill that guy.

Although he escaped this time and got a huge opportunity, he will not forget this hatred because of this.

Since the scroll came from the Eight Emperors' Mansion, the mysterious man must also be not far from the capital, but he just didn't know it.

And with his current strength, if he doesn't merge with the deity, his victory rate is not high.

Through this aerial fight, he could feel that this person was definitely not simple, otherwise Ronan would not look the other way.

And now, it's pretending that you don't know anything, and it's business as usual.

In his opinion, as long as he doesn't react at all, as long as he waits for the mysterious person to strike first, then he is not afraid.

With this fight just now, this person is definitely not the kind of person who is cautious, and he is extremely confident in his own strength at this time.

And he is exactly this kind of person, they are the kind of people who are born to be opponents, as long as they meet, they will definitely be separated from each other.

Otherwise, we will not give up.

Then Wang Fan waved his hands again and again, and one after another afterimages flew around, and the prohibitions that isolated the breath and sound around him all disappeared.

After doing all this, Wang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, what he wanted most at this time was to have a good rest, otherwise he would definitely not be able to come tomorrow.

Thinking of this, Wang Fan walked slowly in the store, which is a garden with a rockery and a small lotus pond in the middle, and the scenery is very pleasant.

By the lotus pond, there is a rocking chair with a wooden table and a pot of wine on it.

This was naturally prepared by Wang Fan a long time ago, and every day after closing the door, he would lie on the rocking chair, accompanied by a pot of wine, and he gradually fell asleep.

Today is early, but Wang Fan has no intention of opening the door to do business or painting.

Lying on the rocking chair, looking at the blue sky, Wang Fan's whole person gradually indulged in it, and his eyes gradually became confused.

The entire sky seems to be filled with heaven and earth aura of various attributes, all kinds of colors, but the most are the heaven and earth aura of the five element attributes, followed by those rare aura.

And behind the clouds of aura, there are hidden origins.

After seeing this, Wang Fan shook his right hand to warm his body, but the wine that was originally about to be sent to his mouth suddenly stopped.

The layer of blood-red evil qi on his body had completely integrated into his body with the fight just now, and it had become one of his strengths.

At this time, it can be said that he has the most peaceful moment since he practiced.

He quietly experienced the rare serenity, and gradually, he fell asleep quietly in his rocking chair.

Time flies, and three years have passed in a blink of an eye, which is already Wang Fan's fifth year here.

Zeng Lei's body has grown very rapidly, and the whole person has grown into a little adult, with strong muscles, and the whole Zeng Lin is a copy.

Because of Zeng Lin's daily chatter, and he really didn't have time to practice painting with Wang Fan, he finally chose to take Zeng Lin's class.

Now he spends most of his day helping Zeng Lin, not only selling wine but also making wine.

The only thing that remains unchanged is that Zeng Lei will come to Wang Fan's shop on time every day, carrying a pot of fruit wine in his hand.

Spring goes to autumn, and the neighbors around come and go, born in heaven and earth, and die in heaven and earth.

And Zeng Lin and his wife, if you look closely, there is also a trace of wrinkles on their faces than before, which is the trace of the years passing on them.

At first, Wang Fan didn't pay attention to these, but then he found that his face was always stuck in this youth, which was quite strange.

In this regard, Wang Fan also came up with a solution, that is, to let his face age, since he wants to turn into a mortal and live a mortal life, then he must have this preparation.

Despite this, Wang Fan's face at this time is only twenty-seven or eighteen years old, and the whole person is a little less youthful and more mature.

Therefore, it attracted many neighbors who love to be matchmakers, and whenever someone says that they are married, Wang Fan will politely decline.

In the past three years, Wang Fan has seen all the things in the world around him, or he himself is a part of this world, especially the birth, old age, sickness and death, which brought Wang Fan a deep feeling.

As for his cultivation, he had already put it aside, and every day he either painted or drank, and some guests came to buy paintings halfway, and Wang Fan would not refuse.

Whether he was a mortal or a monk, Wang Fan would make a bid, and as long as he could afford to pay his price, then the painting would be sold.

Of course, the monks naturally came more often, and gradually, the fame of Wang Fan's paintings gradually spread.

Among them, there are many monks who do not believe in evil, and they want to test the details of Wang Fan, a strange person, but what is the result?

Hehe!

But they have been sealed one after another, and they have all become miscellaneous servants in the store, but they have been left with a small life.

Of course, what they don't know is that if they were replaced by the previous Wang Fan, then these people would definitely be the result of their souls being scattered.

In the past three years, there have been dozens of monks in Wang Fan's shop, all of whom look like them, but in front of Wang Fan, they are all obedient like a kitten.

And for these miscellaneous servants, Wang Fan also promised that as long as they don't have any thoughts that they shouldn't have, he will give them back their freedom when the time comes.

Most of the people would not believe Wang Fan's words, but they didn't dare to refuse, after all, Wang Fan, an old monster, was not something they could afford to provoke.

Whenever Wang Fan went out, these servants would follow closely behind Wang Fan and act as Wang Fan's bodyguards.

Coupled with Wang Fan's wealthy assets, none of the surrounding neighbors and shops dared to underestimate Wang Fan.

Especially the bald man with a scar, who had the cultivation of the middle stage of the Yudan, but it turned out to be in the hands of Wang Fan, a more fierce person, it can be said that a mouse saw a cat.

Now Wang Fan paints very little every day, he can draw everything, but he can't paint, such as the power of the god transformation period or the demon beast, he is just in a hurry.

Sitting on the rocking chair in front of the store, Wang Fan drank wine while looking at the passers-by around him, and his eyes showed deep memories.

Especially his carefree childhood, which was the best day of his life, the more he recalled, the more profound and nostalgic he felt.

At this time, it is the wax month of winter, seeing that the New Year is getting closer and closer, the surroundings are full of joy, so lively.

Zeng Lei held a ball of fireworks in his hand, and after calling a few playmates, he and a few partners around him played excitedly, with a happy smile on his face.