Chapter 1 Temporary Residence

Zheng Fan led Fan Li into the residence, which was his temporary abode. Although the framework of the Earl of Pingye's mansion was already built, the interior decoration, rockeries, and streams still required time for elaborate craftsmanship. At the same time, secret passages, basements, and the like also needed a lot of effort, so Zheng Fan hadn't moved in yet.

The residence was divided into a front yard and a back yard. Originally, Ke Shi lived in the back yard, her bedroom next to Zheng Fan's, but after Si Niang came, Ke Shi could only live in the front yard.

Although Ke Shi, having experienced war and displacement, knew very well that Zheng Fan was the man she needed to grasp and her true reliance for the rest of her life, there was no way around it. From the first day she met Si Niang, Ke Shi understood that this woman was not someone she could compete with.

A woman's innate intuition is still very sharp, so she decisively chose to humble herself in front of Si Niang, doing whatever Si Niang said, and continued to play her role as a "servant."

When Zheng Fan brought Fan Li in, Ke Shi took the initiative to offer hot tea, wanting to stay a little longer to serve, but estimating that Si Niang might be returning soon, she lowered her head and walked back to her room.

Zheng Bo Ye sat there, picked up the teacup, and blew on the rim while skimming off the tea leaves,

Saying:

"Speak your mind."

Fan Li took out a paper packet and handed it to Zheng Fan, saying:

"Master, take this with your tea."

"What is it?"

"Something to boost ya."

Zheng Fan shook his head and said:

"I won't take it."

On the one hand, a man couldn't admit in front of outsiders that he needed a boost in that area;

On the other hand, Zheng Bo Ye was really scared by the Demon Kings' medicine offerings.

The last time Xue San made a fuss, he was in so much pain in the hot spring that he almost died.

Although it was eventually proven effective, and he did complete the "primitive accumulation" from seventh-rank to peak seventh-rank faster due to the stimulation of that medicinal bath, he was only one step away from senile dementia, stroke, and paralysis.

To put it bluntly,

It wouldn't matter if it were an old Chinese medicine doctor advertising on a street pole. Experienced people may not be able to prescribe medicine to cure diseases, but at least they would come up with something that wouldn't kill you. But the medicine that the Demon Kings could fancy were all ferocious drugs!

Fan Li smiled naively,

Saying:

"Master, this medicine is okay."

Fan Li still insisted.

"I won't take it."

Zheng Bo Ye still insisted on his own way.

Fan Li nodded and pursed his lips.

"What's the matter? Speak quickly."

Zheng Fan urged, then took two more sips of tea.

Zheng Bo Ye didn't like to drink very hot tea. Since coming to this world, he had more opportunities to enjoy himself, but he mostly simplified things. For example, drinking tea, for Zheng Fan, was just to quench his thirst.

So, according to Zheng Bo Ye's habit, the servants would add some cooled boiled water when making tea to achieve a temperature that was hot but not scalding.

Fan Li said silently:

"Master, before you came back, I threw this packet of medicine into the crock pot in your kitchen that holds cooled boiled water, ya."

Zheng Fan's eyes narrowed,

He subconsciously began to circulate the Qi and blood in his body,

But it was better not to circulate it. As soon as the Qi and blood circulated, he immediately felt dizzy and lightheaded, as if his whole body was about to float.

Immediately, his body staggered, and he fell back into the chair.

"A Li, what nonsense are you doing!"

Zheng Fan asked.

Fan Li silently stood up,

Fan Li silently took out the axe that he had been wearing at his lower back,

Fan Li silently raised the axe,

Fan Li silently walked to Zheng Fan's front,

Fan Li silently swung the axe.

Zheng Fan looked at Fan Li's series of silent actions with countless absurd and doubtful feelings on his face and in his heart,

Then Zheng Fan's vision began to spin, spin, spin, spin,

Until finally,

It landed on the ground,

"Pa!"

………

"Pa!"

His eardrums hurt a lot, and the sound was crisp.

Zheng Fan opened his eyes and found that beside him, a teenager was being trampled on the ground by a burly man's boots.

The ground was yellow earth, not very hard, but definitely not soft.

The teenager's face was squeezed on the ground, deforming, his lips were broken, and he began to bleed.

Immediately after,

An iron ring was put around the teenager's neck, and a chain was tied to the back of the iron ring.

The burly man walked backward, pulling the chain.

Zheng Fan's gaze followed the burly man,

He saw the burly man buckle the chain onto a large hollow sphere. More than a dozen chains had already been buckled onto this sphere. Following these chains, Zheng Fan saw more than a dozen teenagers, each with an iron ring around their necks.

Behind the sphere, there was something similar to a war chariot, but the style was a bit too flamboyant.

From the perspective of a "general's" instinct, this chariot would be very cumbersome if placed on the battlefield.

"Master, it's fastened."

The burly man said respectfully.

"Dying every day, changing every day, I'm annoyed even if you aren't."

A young man in brocade clothes walked onto the chariot and complained unhappily.

The burly man quickly apologized:

"Master, there's nothing we can do. Who told the slaves we've bought in the past few years to be inferior to those of the past? Their physique is getting worse and worse, and they can't take it."

"Forget it, forget it."

The young man reached out and grabbed the reins in front of him, yanking them back. The sphere began to rub and move, and every teenager in front with an iron ring around his neck showed a look of pain on his face.

"Go!"

More than a dozen teenagers began to run, using both their hands and feet;

The "carriage" ridden by the noble teenager began to move quickly.

This scene looked like,

The dozen or so teenagers with iron rings around their necks,

Looked like a dozen dogs pulling a sled.

What surprised Zheng Fan was that his perspective was a bit peculiar, as if he were watching a movie, always standing from a third-party perspective.

This wasn't an illusion,

Because the original intention of an illusion is to confuse yourself,

To confuse you,

You first need to be able to move freely within the illusion, so that you can generate a sense of immersion and blur the line between reality and illusion.

But this time it was different. From the beginning, you could clearly know your position;

You are the audience,

Not an actor.

The screen began to turn black,

Rain began to pour down,

Zheng Fan saw in front of him, inside a kennel-like shed, a dozen children huddled together.

They were very cold, they were very hungry.

However, because of the darkness, Zheng Fan could see that the eyes of these children were actually yellowish.

Not the feeling of malnutrition, but rather like the immediate sense of seeing a cat's pupils with a flashlight in the dark.

At this time, a person who looked like a steward came over, carrying a food basin, and threw some food similar to pig feed inside.

The basin landed, and most of it spilled out, but these children immediately pounced on it like mad dogs, starting to snatch the food on the ground and in the basin.

Zheng Fan wanted to sit down and watch slowly, but found that he couldn't perform any actions. Watching a movie while standing was a bit tiring.

In fact, at this point, Zheng Fan began to understand a little.

After understanding,

He even began to actively look for which one was Fan Li's appearance among this group of children.

But what made Zheng Fan a little helpless was that he couldn't find it. He should be in this group of children, but there were no significant characteristics, and at the same time, the camera didn't give a focus.

After eating, all the children continued to huddle together to sleep.

The screen dimmed down again, and even Zheng Fan's side was forcibly "turned off the lights." Fortunately, the darkness didn't last long. Immediately after, a whip sounded, exploding the darkness and revealing the light.

"Wuuuuuuuu!!!!!"

A horn sounded.

This made Zheng Bo Ye shudder, thinking that he had woken up from a dream, that there was an enemy attack, possibly Savages or Chu people had come.

But after seeing the situation in front of him clearly, he found that he was still in a dream.

The previous teenagers were gone. Zheng Fan saw a group of bare-chested adults holding crude weapons, standing in the first row of the military formation.

What remained unchanged was that they still had iron rings around their necks and shackles on their bodies.

This was a group of soldiers composed of slaves, slave soldiers.

According to Zheng Fan's current understanding, they were inferior to convict soldiers, and in fact, they were the most basic and cheapest cannon fodder.

What made Zheng Fan helpless was that this was another wide-angle shot, and he still couldn't see clearly where Fan Li was standing.

If the scene he was watching at this time was being filmed by a "director,"

Then this director was definitely a rookie in the use of lenses, with no primary or secondary importance, and no progression at all.

In this case,

The war,

Began.

A boring war,

With no technical content,

It was just killing, killing, killing…

For Zheng Bo Ye, who was accustomed to the "artistic sense" of war, this kind of killing was really boring and dull.

And the camera didn't combine points and planes; he was still looking at a wide-angle shot.

But as time passed,

As the number of people on both sides who could continue to maintain a standing posture began to decrease continuously,

Zheng Fan's gaze was slowly attracted by one person,

He was tall,

He was majestic,

With a giant axe in his hand, he was almost invincible.

On the battlefield littered with corpses, he began to become more and more conspicuous.

Fan Li?

Was this Fan Li?

There was still no close-up, and Zheng Fan was so angry that he wanted to curse!

Finally, the enemy was defeated, and the burly man raised his axe and roared, venting his emotions.

Then,

It was an extremely stiff switch,

So stiff that Zheng Fan began to have occupational compulsive disorder.

Previously, it was a battlefield littered with corpses, and in the blink of an eye, it became a scene of singing, dancing, and debauchery.

There was no camera following the eagle flying far into the sky to make a smooth transition, nor was there a signal fire rising to the sky to create a mood setting.

Instead, it was an editing error, just not giving you advance preparation, just forcing you to switch scenes.

However,

This time there was finally a close-up.

But this close-up was even more maddening!

Yes,

That's right,

It was Fan Li,

It was indeed Fan Li!

But this close-up was poisonous,

Zheng Fan was now only an inch away from Fan Li's face,

Fan Li was feasting,

Constantly gnawing on meat,

Constantly chewing with big mouthfuls,

Countless oil droplets and meat crumbs directly splattered on Zheng Fan's face,

That "blood basin mouth,"

That constantly twisting and deforming flesh,

Those aesthetically unpleasing front teeth,

It was really extremely disgusting.

Most importantly, Zheng Fan could hear the soft and enchanting sounds of women nearby, and even all kinds of things that could make people have wild imaginations.

How should I put it,

This feeling was a bit like the old Hong Kong and Taiwan Category III films,

With a hazy and somewhat artistic atmosphere, detached from the original and sublimated the theme.

But what the hell are you doing cutting to a close-up at this time,

Just to let me watch you eat meat, eat meat, and keep eating meat!

Zheng Fan often saw Fan Li's face,

He could see it whenever he wanted,

But why did he have to look at him now!!!

Zheng Fan felt that

He had been watching Fan Li eat for about half an hour,

Yes,

During these half an hour,

He was less than an inch away from this face, just watching him eat all kinds of meat, constantly eating, eating, eating!

There was no harm without comparison,

With enough comparison,

The scene in front of him was truly enough to be called a form of torture.

Finally,

Fan Li stopped eating.

At the same time, the sound of music in his ears began to fade away.

Zheng Fan's sight was also able to move away, and was placed on top, overlooking half of the palace.

He only saw the departing figures of a group of beautiful and strangely dressed women.

Afterward,

Zheng Fan saw a man wearing a golden crown laughing as he walked toward Fan Li, and behind him, a servant brought a set of fine armor to Fan Li.

When Fan Li saw the armor, he began to smile naively.

Because he was tired of watching Fan Li, Zheng Fan focused on observing the man wearing the golden crown.

Slowly, he figured out the taste. The one who used teenagers as sled dogs at the beginning was this person, but he had grown up.

Seeing this, Zheng Fan actually knew what he was "observing." This should be Fan Li's former "memory," and this "memory" itself should not exist.

Because Xu Qiang's comic with Fan Li as the theme was not successful, and even the main body was forced to be cut off after not being serialized for long. As for the prequels and sequels, these were all made to make quick money after the initial work became popular.

If the initial work wasn't popular, there would be no prequels or sequels to consume feelings.

Therefore,

This was actually "Fan Li's" own memory.

He was actually "completed";

These Demon Kings born in comics, after coming to this world with him, had actually achieved the crossing of dimensions. They were no longer works on comic book pages in the traditional sense, but living "people."

A person must have a past, a present, and a future;

He can perceive his surroundings, influence the surrounding environment, and be influenced by the environment at the same time.

While Zheng Fan was thinking about these things, the screen began to flip quickly, like a running account, but the general meaning was that Fan Li, because of his military achievements, got rid of his slave status and began to fight for his master in the south and north.

This should actually be a very cool point, but it was still the old problem. The director didn't seem to really understand how to meet the needs of the audience, and chose to fast-forward directly.

However, Zheng Fan didn't delve into these things, but immersed himself in a kind of "cognitive debate" in his heart.

That was that the Demon Kings would also change, because they were also people. If he put aside the bond between himself and them that had not yet been proven and didn't dare to be proven, they would easily be able to walk out of their own lives in this world, and would no longer follow the stereotypes in the comics.

In fact, the carrier of comics was still too small, whether in terms of pictures or length. It was difficult to really describe the life of an ordinary person, let alone these Demon Kings one by one?

"Ahhhhhhh!!!!!"

But soon,

A scream came, interrupting Zheng Fan's thoughts.

In front of him,

A sphere appeared, the same sphere that appeared in the initial picture.

Many chains were tied to the sphere,

Extending out from the chains was a group of men and women wearing gorgeous clothes.

One of them was the noble man!

And the one sitting on the "carriage" at this time was Fan Li.

Such a big guy was sitting there, holding the reins in his hand, and as he pulled them, the iron rings around the necks of those people also began to contract.

These dozens of princes and nobles began to make suppressed screams, and had to exert all their strength to start pulling the car.

Fan Li sat on the car,

His status began to change.

He was still smiling naively,

In front of his smile,

One prince and noble after another died violently,

But the deaths of these people did not affect Fan Li in the slightest.

Until,

When only the noble man was still alive,

Fan Li finally got out of the car,

Took the axe,

And came to this man.

The man could no longer speak, and could only look at Fan Li with pleading eyes.

Fan Li continued to maintain his smile,

Without too many words,

The blade,

Began to fall!

From this picture,

Fan Li began to kill, constantly killing, killing many, many people. What had always changed was the target and number of those being killed,

But what never changed,

Was the naive smile that was always on Fan Li's face when he picked up his axe and killed people as if he were chopping firewood.

It was as if those countless times of raising and dropping the axe,

Were just chopping green onions, ginger, and garlic.

These pictures were very impactful, and the combined effect was even more suffocating.

This was far more intense than the feeling brought about by someone wearing a mask or looking like a bad person doing this kind of thing.

You can't perceive his evil,

Because he may have been smiling naively since he was a teenager,

Whether he was pulling a cart or huddled in a kennel.

This wasn't disguise, this was his nature.

A very complex and torn feeling was truly kneaded together in him.

Was he stupid?

He was really stupid.

He was really stupid,

Was he stupid?

…

"I went up that mountain and saw the Taoist priests in the Taoist temple on that mountain torturing a cat. I thought the cat's cry was very pitiful, so I took an axe and砍了 (kan le - a general way of saying kill or chop) everyone in the Taoist temple.

Then, I saw that the cat was also in pain after being injured, so I 砍了 (kan le) the cat too.

I went to that basin and saw a woman being buried alive. I didn't think it was good to be buried alive, buried too deep. I thought it would be better to bury only half of her, so it would look better.

I went to dig the woman out. The group of people who buried her discovered me, and a group of people wanted to kill me, so I 砍了 (kan le) all those bandits.

The woman said she was willing to be a cow or a horse in her next life to repay my kindness,

I said okay,

And sent her to her next life."

A dry, monotonous, dull, emotionless, and colorless narration,

Was proceeding slowly;

Zheng Fan slowly opened his eyes,

Saw Fan Li sitting in the lower seat,

And found that he was still sitting in the armchair in the main seat.

However, his head was a bit swollen, like he was drunk, not very comfortable.

Fan Li was still continuing his narration, narrating his story.

Zheng Fan was quietly listening while recovering his senses,

Hearing this,

He finally understood,

The images that had formed in his mind earlier,

Were actually from Fan Li's narration.

Perhaps because he had been drugged, he had a feeling of being hypnotized, so he was forcibly "immersed" in Fan Li's narration.

So, the reason why the lens and the plot were so dull and boring earlier could be understood, because the progress of the "plot" all came from this憨憨 (han han - simple/naive) narration.

Fan Li really didn't have the ability to tell a story that would make you feel happy and interesting. At the same time, he might have very fresh memories of that happy period of eating so much, so he made a focused narration.

It could be imagined that,

During that half an hour,

He stared at Fan Li's face, watching him feast non-stop,

And in reality,

Fan Li should have been:

"That day in the hall, I ate… I ate… I ate… I ate… I ate…"

Finally,

Fan Li seemed to notice that Zheng Fan had woken up,

He scratched his hair a little embarrassed,

"Master, you're awake, ya?"

Zheng Fan blinked and勉励 (mian li - encouraged himself) supported his arms, trying to sit up more naturally.

"Why did you drug me?"

This was a nonsense that had to be asked.

Fan Li continued his shy hair-scratching action, saying:

"Because I'm笨 (ben - clumsy/awkward) with words, so I thought using this method would make it easier for the master to understand."

"I thank you, oh."

This medicine should have been obtained by Fan Li from Xue San.

With the relationship between the Demon Kings, it was very simple to get some things from each other, especially since Xue San often needed to ask other Demon Kings for blood to do experiments, there was a demand for exchange.

According to Zheng Fan's actual feelings, this medicine should be used when interrogating prisoners, similar to the effect of a "sleeping pill."

"Master, is your body okay?"

Fan Li asked with concern.

Zheng Fan looked at Fan Li, and he really wanted to pull out his knife and leave a few holes in this guy.

"Why did you do this?"

"I'm笨 (ben) with words, I think this way I should say my heart…."

"Why did you want to tell me your heart?"

Fan Li was stunned for a moment,

Took half a step back,

Continued to wear a naive smile on his face:

"Master, you are my master, if I don't tell you my heart, who else can I tell, ya?"

The meaning of this sentence translated is very similar to:

You are my father, if I don't坑爹 (keng die - screw over my father), who will I screw over?

Zheng Bo Ye was almost suffocated with anger, and before he could speak, Fan Li continued:

"Master, no one knows my past, these pasts, only I know, I want to tell you."

These words,

Coupled with Fan Li's sincere expression,

Even if you knew that this guy's "true face" wasn't that innocent,

You were still moved by him.

Because what Fan Li said was true, Fan Li's past did not exist in the comics, and even the author "Xu Qiang" may not have had a complete conception of it, because comics often emphasize the attractiveness of the opening, and it is impossible to give you too much space to lay the groundwork from the beginning, the reader doesn't have that patience.

Therefore, Fan Li's past, that is, his so-called "heartfelt words," was really unique. Only he knew, and Zheng Fan was the second.

Zheng Fan weakly pointed his finger at his neck,

Saying:

"Would you砍 (kan) me?"

Fan Li was stunned for a moment,

Then nodded very honestly,

Saying:

"Master, many times in the past, I wanted to砍 (kan) your dog head, ya."

"…………" Zheng Fan.

The scene,

Instantly fell into some kind of awkwardness again.

Truth, is often the most hurtful.

"Then why haven't you砍 (kan) me?" Zheng Fan asked.

"Because I'm afraid that if I砍 (kan) master, I'll be gone too, ya."

"Oh."

Zheng Fan nodded.

This, was really reasonable and well-founded.

"But, Master, I don't want to砍 (kan) you now." Fan Li said.

"Why?"

"Because I think master is becoming more and more interesting."

"Interesting?"

"Yes, master is becoming more and more interesting. At first, master was silly, worse than dry firewood."

Being called silly by a憨憨 (han han),

It was simply a double blow.

"Blindman and the others said that you are slowly improving and transforming, but I don't think so."

"Then what do you think?"

"I think that you're just tearing off pieces of bark one by one, revealing your original appearance. Master, you were originally a very interesting person."

Everyone, is interesting.

Because when everyone is still a baby,

They are all cute.

But as they get older, as they grow up day by day, most people begin to become more and more boring, and put pieces of dry elm bark on themselves.

Zheng Fan thought this metaphor was very subtle, but he couldn't determine whether Fan Li was making this metaphor, because this憨憨 (han han) didn't seem to have much literary talent.

At this time, Fan Li took two more steps toward Zheng Fan and knelt down on one knee:

"Master."

"Hmm?"

"I'm actually not very grateful that you continued my comic."

"Why?"

"Because I didn't feel anything."

Because this comic, was very boring.

This was the opinion of the protagonist of the comic.

A boring life, you extended it for me, why should I be grateful to you?

"But, Master, I now think that being able to follow master, stand behind master, and see more scenery and eat more delicious food is a very interesting thing, ya.

My previous life was just walking here, killing people; then walking there, killing people."

"Tired of killing?"

"No, how can killing be tiring, isn't killing such an interesting thing? If you feel tired of killing, then are you still human?"

"……" Zheng Fan.

"It's just, Master, you make me feel that I can do more interesting things, so…"

Fan Li pressed his forehead to the floor tiles,

Saying sincerely:

"I, Fan Li, am willing to follow master, to see more scenery, stand in front of master, and block the swords and shadows for master."

A smile appeared on the corner of Zheng Fan's mouth,

Asking:

"What if one day, I become less interesting?"

"Then I'll砍 (kan) you."

"Hahahaha…cough cough cough…"

He laughed too hard, and his body was a little weak because of the drugs, so Zheng Fan coughed.

But while coughing, he still reached out his hand,

Fan Li took the initiative to move his knees a few steps forward, so that Zheng Fan's hand could be placed on his shoulder.

"A Li ah."

"Yes."

"If one day I become uninteresting, can you just get out of here and not kill me?"

Fan Li showed a thoughtful look on his face,

Slowly,

That familiar naive smile appeared on his face again,

He replied:

"That won't do. What if I leave master and master is 砍 (kan) by others? I'll die too. It's better for me to 砍 (kan) you, so I'll die knowing why."

"You're really a logical genius!"

Zheng Fan stretched out his foot,

And kicked Fan Li in the chest,

Then,

Fan Li remained motionless,

And Zheng Fan fell off the chair,

"Plop!"

Hiss…

It hurts so much,

His teeth broke his lip.

It was very frustrating, really frustrating. He was clearly a sixth-rank martial artist, not weak when let loose, and could be considered a small master in the martial world.

But he was drugged by his own subordinate.

Fan Li hesitated for a while,

Then leaned his body back,

Finally,

With a "bang,"

Fell to the ground.

"Master's feet have so much strength."

Zheng Fan, lying on the ground, shouted weakly:

"Get out of here."

"Yes, Master."

Fan Li quickly got up and walked out of the hall.

Outside in the courtyard, Ke Shi was waiting at the door of the side room. Seeing Fan Li come out, and Si Niang hadn't returned yet, she took the initiative to go in to see the situation, such as bringing supper or adding tea.

But when she came in and found Zheng Bo Ye lying on the ground, she was immediately shocked.

"Someone, someone is assa…."

"Shut up."

Ke Shi immediately shut up.

Actually, you can't really blame her. Standing from this woman's perspective and position, seeing this scene, she would naturally instinctively think that Fan Li wanted to seize power and usurp the throne, committing insubordination and attacking Zheng Bo Ye.

"Help me up."

Ke Shi immediately stepped forward and helped Zheng Fan up.

"Bo Ye, are you okay? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, help me go to bed and lie down."

"Okay, Bo Ye."

On the other side,

Fan Li, who walked into the courtyard, stopped,

Spread his arms,

In his eyes,

Suddenly, a wisp of golden luster flowed, and the muscles all over his body were making阵阵 (zhen zhen - bursts of) rubbing sounds, as if he was undergoing a new round of reorganization.

For a long time,

Fan Li put down his arms,

And a naive smile was on his face again, and he walked out of the residence.

He hadn't been out for long, and was still on the road when he saw a small figure passing over from one side of the eaves. After discovering him, he quickly landed. Who else could it be but Xue San?

"A Li, you're here. Come on, we're looking for you."

Fan Li nodded and walked with Xue San.

Xue San said while walking:

"We're going to draw lots later, A Li. As you know, Blindman, that person, is sly and wicked. If he's there, he'll definitely make small moves.

So a few of us have decided to give you the most important task. In order to maintain fairness and justice,

You'll just watch Blindman later, and have him wait at the South Gate. After we've drawn the lots, you can come over with him, got it?"

Fan Li nodded, saying:

"Got it."

"Then let's hurry up. I've been looking for you for a while. They should all be getting impatient. Everyone has a lot of things to do, so let's not waste time. Come on, run!"

Xue San started sprinting,

Fan Li also started sprinting,

Xue San said while sprinting: "A Li, this matter is not ordinary. Master has advanced, but we haven't had any reaction, not even Si Niang and Mo Wan.

But don't worry, we'll definitely find a way. We definitely won't leave you behind, and we'll take you to advance together."

After speaking,

Xue San sped up again.

"Okay."

Fan Li replied.

Xue San turned his face to look at Fan Li, saying:

"Where did you go before?"

"I was moving things for master, ya."

"I mean before that. We were having a meeting, and we specially looked for you, but we couldn't find you, so we had the meeting ourselves first."

"Okay, got it. I was outside the city watching slaves repairing the city walls."

"Ah, we're all busy."

Xue San sped up again.

Then he turned his head to look at Fan Li beside him,

Saying:

"This time we have to work together and try to find a definite method as soon as possible, and then we can…"

Xue San suddenly stopped talking,

He was running,

Fan Li was also running,

He had accelerated several times,

And was already at his fastest speed,

And then,

Fan Li was still by his side;

Xue San could turn his head and see Fan Li, and talk to him.

Originally,

Xue San didn't want to explain so much. He wanted to run ahead, so he wouldn't have to explain why we didn't call you to the meeting.

But,

Why was he still running alongside me?

!!!

"I'll be damned!"

Xue San gave a loud cry,

His hands trembled,

And two daggers slipped into his palms,

Then, he stabbed directly at Fan Li without hesitation!

Fan Li still wore a naive smile on his face,

Facing Xue San's sudden attack,

He didn't choose to dodge at all,

But instead, actively crashed into him.

"Bang!"

A golden luster was released from Fan Li's body, followed by a terrifying impact!

Xue San's pupils immediately contracted, and his three legs immediately tensed, and then he quickly retreated, directly abandoning this sneak attack.

Because he knew,

Even if he stabbed the dagger into Fan Li's body, even if there were toxins in the dagger, it would be almost impossible to kill Fan Li with this little external injury and this little toxin, but if his little body was hit like this, he would have multiple comminuted fractures all over his body!

This deal was too much of a loss, not worth it, and he didn't want to kill Fan Li anyway.

Who would have thought,

When Xue San retreated,

Fan Li's figure directly followed up,

And one hand,

Directly grabbed Xue San's ankle.

Xue San was grabbed like a bullfrog,

Then,

Fan Li began to swing his arms.

"Damn it!"

Xue San shouted.

Fan Li woke up,

Didn't smash Xue San on the ground to complete this set of movements,

But stopped after swinging his arm halfway around, and let go.

Xue San was directly smashed into the house next door in a spiral way.

"Bang!"

He should have smashed a water tank.

"Who is it!!!!!!!"

Inside, came the owner's roar.

But soon, the tone changed:

"Oh, Mr. San, are you practicing?"

There were many important figures in Snow Sea Pass, but there weren't many with such a short height and such a clear shape;

So Xue San was easy to recognize, and it was difficult for others to impersonate him.

Soon,

Xue San, covered in blood, walked out of the main entrance of the house, and walked to Fan Li.

Hands on hips,

Neck moving up and down,

Seeming to want to re-examine Fan Li from top to bottom.

Then,

Xue San took three steps back,

Because Fan Li was too tall, and he was too close before, he couldn't see the top of Fan Li even when looking up.

After the distance was right, and the angle was right,

Xue San put his hands on his hips again,

And scanned Fan Li from head to toe.

"Well, I didn't see it, A Li, you're hiding deep."

Xue San said with emotion.

Everyone was still in a meeting,

And everyone was afraid that you would talk nonsense, so they deliberately didn't call you,

Who would have thought,

Everyone thought Fan Li was a瓜 (gua - melon, idiot), but in fact, he was extremely witty.

He silently and calmly advanced!

Fan Li continued to smile naively,

And reached out his hand,

To scratch the back of his head.

Xue San was angry, but immediately, he showed an enthusiastic smile:

"A Li?"

"Hmm?"

"Little Li Li?"

"What?"

"Brother Li?"

"What are you doing?"

"Daddy Li!"

Xue San took the initiative to run over, hugged Fan Li's knee and cried loudly:

"Daddy, have mercy on me, I want to advance too, I want to too."

In the face of the fruits of strength improvement,

Morals?

Don't exist.

Fan Li continued to scratch his head,

Saying:

"I don't know what happened. I advanced after coming out of master's house."

Hearing this,

Xue San looked up at Fan Li's stomach,

Saying:

"Reason tells me that you're lying to me; but emotion makes me want to believe you."

"I…"

"What did you do