Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Lu Fan raised his brows slightly as he looked at the decadent middle-aged man.

The familiar temperament slowly overlapped with the blurred figure formed by the aura in the preaching platform.

Nie Zhangqing... It seems that this is the person in front of him.

Ning Zhao stood in front of Lu Fan, her delicate face was dignified.

This decadent pig butcher actually gave her a sense of crisis.

Grandmaster?

But it doesn't look like it, because the energy and blood of the person in front of him seems to be stagnant a bit too much.

In Beiluo City... there is such a number one person!

Yiyue's crisp hands were already on the long whip around her waist, and her whole body was tense.

Her strength is not as strong as Ning Zhao, so the feeling is more obvious. When the vicissitudes of life in front of the pig butcher stared at her, the pores of her whole body tightened, and the flow of Qi and blood became stagnant.

As for Ni Yu...

She, on the other hand, had no love for life to the extreme, leaning against Lu Fan's wheelchair, her eyes were ashen.

If you take the wrong way several times, you will be fined several times and you will not be allowed to eat.

Ni Yu wanted to slap herself very much, why did she have to show her prowess when it came to the pork shop?

There was no food for the next few days, and she was afraid that she would starve to death.

The son just praised her as a blessing to be able to eat, but he was going to starve her to death in a blink of an eye...

The son is really getting worse and worse.

...

Nie Zhangqing looked at Lu Fan, who protected the big-headed boy in his arms.

His eyes were suspicious, because Lu Fan's words made him a little dazed.

Although the words of this young man in a wheelchair were full of arrogance between the lines, it made people feel very flat and taken for granted.

"Aren't you from Taoism?"

Nie Changqing's hoarse voice lingered again.

"My son is the young master of Beiluo City, and has nothing to do with Daozong."

Ning Zhao said.

Lu Fan was sitting in a wheelchair, with a smile on his face, propping his chin with one hand, and tapping lightly on the thin woolen blanket covering his thighs with the other.

He didn't look at Nie Zhangqing, but his eyes fell on the big-headed boy Nie Zhangqing was protecting.

The big-headed boy's eyes are really clean, like the blue sky, pure and free from impurities and dust.

The moment he met that gaze, even the self-proclaimed pure Lu Fan couldn't help but blush.

It seemed that Lu Fan's gaze was too intense.

The big-headed boy hid in Nie Zhangqing's arms with some fear.

"It turned out to be Young Master Lu. I don't know if Young Master came to the shop, is there something wrong?"

When Nie Zhangqing heard about Lu Fan's identity, his tense heart suddenly relaxed a little.

However, he still did not relax his vigilance, because why did Lu Fan know that he was an abandoned disciple of the Taoist sect? He had been hiding in Beiluo City for five years, and no one could know his whereabouts.

He even changed his name to "Nie Rourong" to protect Nie Shuang.

However, Lu Fan still found him.

Therefore, Nie Zhangqing was not sure whether Lu Fan had nothing to do with Daozong.

"What's his name?"

Sitting in a wheelchair, Lu Fan pointed to the big-headed boy in Nie Changqing's arms with a chuckle.

Nie Changqing's heart froze, he hugged the boy tightly, and buried his head in his bosom that smelled like pork.

"Young master Lu, the name of my son's son cannot be heard by the young master."

Nie Changqing said, between the lines, there was a strong sense of rejection.

The smile on Lu Fan's face slowly disappeared.

He looked at Nie Zhangqing with a serious look in his eyes.

"People are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves. Do you think that you can live a safe life by burying your name?"

"You don't think of yourself,

Don't think about your son? "

Lu Fan said.

"Do you want your son to inherit the butcher's knife in your hand in the future, and become an ordinary pig butcher full of fishy smell?"

Nie Changqing was stunned.

Unexpectedly, Lu Fan would say such a thing.

However, Nie Zhangqing did not refute, he remained silent.

Touching Nie Shuang's head, he felt a little sad for a while.

"Being an ordinary pig butcher...isn't it good?"

"As a parent, don't you just want him to be safe and secure, and live a peaceful life."

Nie Changqing said bitterly.

Lu Fan narrowed his eyes.

He ignored Nie Changqing, but looked at the big-headed boy.

"Little guy, tell brother, do you want to be a pig butcher?"

Lu Fan asked with a smile.

Nie Shuang, who was in Nie Zhangqing's arms, turned to look at Lu Fan, his big eyes were full of spirituality.

"No... I don't want to."

"Shuang'er..." Nie Changqing was taken aback.

The big-headed boy looked up at Nie Zhangqing with a stubborn and serious expression, "Because Dad doesn't like being a butcher."

"Father doesn't like it, and Shuang'er doesn't like it either."

The big head boy is very serious.

Looking at his son's face, Nie Zhangqing felt as if his heart was being tightly grasped for an instant.

Leaning on the wheelchair, Lu Fan smoothed out the wrinkles on the thin wool blanket covering his thighs.

"He is really gold, but you let him be dusty."

"You're committing a crime, you know?"

Lu Fan said softly.

Neither Ning Zhao nor Yi Yue knew what to say.

My son is worthy of being a talented man appreciated by the national teacher, and his words are as expected.

Ni Yu, who was originally listless, suddenly became energetic.

"Ni Yu is also real gold, but you let Ni Yu fall into the dust, this is committing... a crime!"

Ni Yu's pretty face flushed with excitement.

The corner of Lu Fan's mouth twitched.

He turned his head and glanced at Ni Yu, "Shut up, talk again, I'll beat you up."

Ni Yu trembled all over.

He quickly covered his mouth.

The son's ruthlessness pierced her heart like a cold arrow.

Tears rolled in her eyes,

She... beat her chest and stomped her feet, sobbing uncontrollably.

Nie Zhangqing was silent.

After a long time, he said in a hoarse voice.

"So... Young Master Lu, you have taken a fancy to my son and want to train him?"

The big-headed boy Nie Shuang also stared at Lu Fan with bright eyes.

He yearns for the outside world, he wants to spread his wings and soar like an eagle, he wants to become stronger and find his mother!

Sitting in a wheelchair, Lu Fan twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, and looked up and down at the big-headed boy with admiration.

Then, speak slowly.

"No... it's you I'm after."

I am most afraid of the sudden silence of the air.

The bright eyes of the big-headed boy froze suddenly.

A little confused.

At this moment, he suddenly understood the feelings of Lu Fan's loveless little maid.

Nie Changqing was also taken aback for a moment, as if he hadn't come to his senses.

The next moment, his cheeks trembled slightly.

"Young Master Lu, I have my own interests, I'm really sorry."

Lu Fan: "???"

"The shop closed early today...sorry."

Nie Changqing said, the next moment, he quickly took off the strings of hanging pork, threw them into the bamboo basket, carried the bamboo basket on his back, drooped the straw sandals, and left along the alleys of Fangshi with the big-headed boy.

Ning Zhao looked at Nie Zhangqing who was leaving quickly, hesitated for a moment, and asked Lu Fan with strange eyes.

"My lord... Do you want your slaves to capture him?"

Lu Fan leaned on the wheelchair, touched his fair chin, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

"Don't worry, he will feel my sincerity sooner or later."

...

Rumble.

The weather changes as soon as it changes.

Dark clouds floated from the dark sky, dull and depressing.

The pattering raindrops rolled down from the dark clouds and hit the ground, engulfed in the heat of the soil, and splashed.

Nie Zhangqing put on the bamboo hat for Nie Shuang, and the raindrops hit the bamboo hat, making a splashing sound.

He wiped his face, carried the pork basket, and led Nie Shuang forward in the gradually hazy rain, stepping on the bluestone road full of rainwater, to the dilapidated house built in the depths of the alley.

suddenly.

Nie Zhangqing stopped.

The rain is getting bigger and bigger, the sound of the rain is accompanied by deafening thunder, and the rain and fog are hazy, making the world blurred and unreal.

At the end of the alley, in front of the dilapidated house.

There were three figures in coir raincoats and bamboo hats standing there.

Because of the misty rain, their figures also became blurred.

"Shuanger."

Nie Zhangqing was expressionless, and shouted under the rain curtain, generously, and squeezed Nie Shuang's cold little hand.

"Father told you to run, just turn around and run!"

"Remember, don't...don't look back."

Nie Changqing said.

Nie Shuang was very intelligent, her somewhat pale lips were pursed tightly.

Boom!

A sound of thunder tore the sky.

Nie Changqing's voice suddenly exploded!

"Shuang'er! Run!"

Without hesitation, Nie Wushuang hugged the bamboo hat tightly, turned around and ran behind Nie Changqing.

But Nie Changqing threw down the basket, and the red and white pork in the basket spilled all over the floor. With a reach, he pulled out a sharply sharpened butcher's knife from the basket.

The soles of the drooping straw sandals stepped on, and the rain splashed.

far away.

Among the three figures, one stood still, while the other two, wearing bamboo hats and coir raincoats, suddenly swooped down to kill Nie Zhangqing.

Under the coir raincoat, there is a dazzling white blade, tearing the rain curtain.

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