Fish swimming around the world

Feng Chen looked at him and snorted: "This kind of thing won't be too unexpected for you, and you won't be willing to take risks just because of it. If you dare to come, you must be confident enough to prevent me from murdering you." Come and listen.”

Before Jiang Fan could say anything, he suddenly saw a woman wearing a golden mask walking up to the hall. He couldn't help but laugh: "Oh, Fengchen, you really have become a family with Sou Temple."

Feng Chen didn't shy away from it and put his arms around Huang Luo's waist: "What, you stole my wife from me, can't I still have a concubine?"

Jiang Fan was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly: "I see, let me tell you, why do you want me to let Huang Luo go? Your original intention was to get rid of Qianye and Xing Lin, and this beauty, you are Complicity."

Huang Luo chuckled: "King Xiaoyao, you are a very interesting person, and you also have very amazing weirdness, but do you think that I, Huang Luo, can be killed so easily?"

Jiang Fan chuckled: "Huang Luo, don't be too confident. If you hadn't agreed with Feng Chen that day, I would have taken your life within three breaths."

Huang Luo's eyes flashed, as if he didn't believe it: "Oh? King Xiaoyao is so loud."

Jiang Fan shook his head and refused to argue with her: "Ask Feng Chen if you believe it or not."

Feng Chen looked at Huang Luo and actually nodded: "He once captured my father alive among thousands of armies with a snap of his fingers. You are not as good as my father."

Huang Luo snorted slightly, but never refuted. He just looked at Jiang Fan and said, "Are they two still alive?"

Jiang Fan looked at her: "Why, judging from your intentions, you don't really want them to live, but..."

He laughed and said: "In the end, you and I are accomplices when we go to Baiyun Peak. If the two secret halls know the truth, it will be enough for you to search the temple and feel comfortable."

Huang Luo smiled coldly: "If you dare to do it, you won't be afraid of this kind of thing."

"Not necessarily." Jiang Fan looked at her sideways: "Qin State killed so many people in the Dark Palace, and unexpectedly found that they were not sure that those two guys were killed by me. It only shows that you have never told the truth. Rumor has it that you are also worried about what happened."

Huang Luo hummed slightly but did not answer.

Jiang Fan said: "I'm very curious. It's already unreasonable for Fengchen to come into the world as a celestial being to deal with the Dark Palace. What do you want? Are you going to rebel?"

"It's none of your business, Jiang Xiaoyao, you seem to be a little too curious." Huang Luo smiled calmly.

Feng Chen also waved his hand: "Everyone has his own thoughts, Jiang Fan, you are too curious."

Jiang Fan looked at the two of them curiously: "They are really accomplices. What are you two planning? Is it interesting?"

"I told you it has nothing to do with you." Feng Chen said, "You once promised me to interrogate Qianye and Xing Lin, but you haven't fulfilled it yet."

Jiang Fan shook his head and pointed at Huangluo: "I'm offended by what happened to her."

Feng Chen snorted slightly: "Every penny counts!"

"I'm just the kind of person who met me on the first day." Jiang Fan said disdainfully.

Huang Luo looked at him: "Capture the two young masters and kill hundreds of powerful men. The two dark halls will not let you go so easily. I'm afraid you will never have peace."

"Tch, I think highly of them." Jiang Fan said, "Yes, they have been here, but they are all left in my Yangdu. Do they have the guts to continue? I want to see how many heads they have to fill."

Huangluo's expression moved slightly and he turned to look at Fengchen.

Feng Chen just smiled softly: "That's Yangdu, I don't even dare to go there. Do the two dark palaces really think that they can confront an empire with millions of cavalry and countless strong men? Even the two holy places together don't dare Do it this way.”

Jiang Fan raised his thumb: "I have to say that since you really took power, you are very sensible, and I have started to like you a little bit."

"That's not necessary." Feng Chen waved his hand: "Tell me, what are you here for?"

Jiang Fan glanced at Huangluo and said nothing.

Huang Luo chuckled: "Since ancient times, there has been no first in literature and no second in martial arts, but only King Xiaoyao dares to call him unparalleled. It just so happened that I searched the temple and found a five-hundred-year-old turtle. Why don't I go and give the order? I will take the liberty to invite Xiaoyao later. How about a feast for the king?”

Jiang Fan put his hands on his hands and smiled: "Take care of yourself. It has nothing to do with me that you are traveling far away from the kitchen. If you have good ingredients, I will be happy to do so."

Huang Luo smiled faintly, jumped off Feng Chen's lap, and walked away.

Jiang Fan looked at her back and tutted: "This waist is strong and strong. I don't know if your little bird can bear it, Feng Xiaoniao."

Feng Chen laughed loudly: "Jiang Fan, you are such a pervert, you are really wild. I am the only emperor who has enough body and bones, so you should worry about yourself."

Jiang Fan coughed dryly: "Don't talk about these inappropriate things."

"You go first." Feng Chen said bluntly.

Jiang Fan sneered, and then said solemnly: "Okay, let's be serious. What you said just now is quite right. Facing an empire with millions of soldiers, the two holy places dare not confront each other..."

Feng Chen's expression moved slightly and he said slowly: "...Jiang Fan, I have a hunch that you are going to say something big."

Jiang Fan smiled and looked at him with narrowed eyes: "At least for you, it is."

Fengchen pondered for a moment: "I shouldn't have listened, you are so good at deceiving people..."

"But you have to listen." Jiang Fan looked at him seriously: "You understand."

Feng Chen snorted slightly and finally nodded: "If you fart, just let it go."

Jiang Fan hesitated: "Going back to that sentence, do you think it is the truth?"

Feng Chen stared at him: "Yes, so what? What does it have to do with my Feng family? We are just a secret dynasty, and we can't stand upright and bright."

Jiang Fan said calmly: "What if it is possible?"

Feng Chen's expression suddenly changed: "What are you... talking about?"

Jiang Fan said slowly: "I say, what if there is a chance to be on the stage in the open? Don't tell me that your Feng family has not been waiting for this opportunity for thousands of years. Don't tell me that you are not fighting for this opportunity by provoking disputes and unrest among all parties."

Feng Chen's pupils shrank like needles, staring at him for a long time, and said word by word: "All the time."

Jiang Fan smiled: "Madmen have the advantages of being crazy, they dare to say and dare to take responsibility."

"Stop talking nonsense! What do you want to say!"

Jiang Fan said: "It's very simple, I'll give you this opportunity."

Feng Chen's body shook suddenly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "Jiang Fan... you are hiding something! "

Jiang Fan laughed and said, "There have always been ghosts. Even if there are none, you have them in your heart. So, is it important to you whether there are ghosts or not?"

He then seemed to ask himself and answer, "Of course it is important, but the focus is different. You should not care whether I have ghosts or not, but whether this ghost can help you push the mill. So, you should like me to have ghosts, because I have them, and you have a chance."

Feng Chen stared at him for a long time, and finally restrained his breath and smiled slowly: "Yes, in the world, only you know me best. Jiang Fan, how will your ghost push my Feng family back to the forefront?"

Jiang Fan shook his head slightly: "It's not me who pushes you, it's the opportunity that pushes you, it depends on whether you grasp it or not. "