Building The Ultimate Fantasy
Chapter 17 What I Fancy...It's You
Lu Fan looked at the decadent middle-aged man, Mei Yu slightly picked.
The familiar temperament slowly overlapped with the obscure figure formed by the aura in the missionary.
Nie Changqing... It seems to be the person in front of me.
Ning Zhaodang was in front of Lu Fan, and there was a dignity in her delicate face.
This decadent pig killer actually gave her a sense of crisis.
Guru?
But it's not like it, because the qi and blood of the people in front of me seem to be overly stagnation.
In Beiluo City... there is such a number one person!
Yi Yue's crisp hands have also been put on the long whip around his waist, tight all over.
Her strength is not as good as that of Ning Zhao, so she feels more obvious. When the vicissitudes pig killer glared in front of her, all her pores tightened, and her blood flow became stagnation.
As for Ni Yu...
She was in love to the extreme, leaning on Lu Fan's wheelchair, her eyes gray.
If you take the wrong route a few times, you will be fined a few times not to eat.
Ni Yu would like to slap himself. Why does he say that the pork shop must succeed in his own way?
She had no food for the next few days. She was afraid of starvation.
The young man just boasted that she could eat or be blessed, and she would starve her to death...
The son is really getting worse.
...
Nie Changqing watched the landing, and he protected the big-headed boy in his arms.
His eyes were suspicious, because Lu Fan's words made him slightly stunned.
Although the young man in a wheelchair said something arrogantly between the lines, it made people feel very plain and taken for granted.
"Aren't you sent by Taoism?"
Nie Changqing's hoarse voice lingered in the room again.
"The son is the young master of Beiluo City and has nothing to do with Daozong."
Ning Zhaodao.
Lu Fan was sitting in a wheelchair with a smile on his face, supporting the chin with one hand and tapping on the thin wool blanket covering the thighs with the other.
He did not look at Nie Changqing, and his eyes fell on the big-headed boy Nie Changqing guarded.
The eyes of this big-headed boy are really clean, like the sky-washing sky dome, pure without traces of impurities and dust.
At the moment of sight, even the self-proclaimed pure Lu Fan couldn't help but old blush.
It seems that Lu Fan's vision is too fierce.
The big-headed boy went into Nie Changqing's arms with some fear.
"It turned out to be Master Lu, I don't know if Young Master visited the shop, can something happen?"
Nie Changqing heard Lu Fan's identity, and his tense heart suddenly relaxed slightly.
However, he still did not relax his vigilance, because why Lu Fan knew he was a Taoist apostate, he has been hiding in Beiluo City for five years, and no one can know his trace.
Even to protect Nie Shuang, he changed his name to "Nie Rongrong".
However, Lu Fan still found it.
Therefore, Nie Changqing was not sure whether Lu Fan had nothing to do with Daozong.
"What is his name?"
Lu Fan sat in a wheelchair and chuckled at the big-headed boy in Nie Changqing's arms.
Nie Changqing condensed his heart and hugged the boy tightly, burying his head in his arms full of smell of pork.
"The name of Master Lu, the son of a contemptible person, cannot enter the ear of the young master."
Nie Changqing said, between the lines, the refusal was very strong.
The smile on Lu Fan's face slowly disappeared.
He looked at Nie Changqing with a serious look in his eyes.
"People in rivers and lakes can't help themselves, do you think you can live a safe life with an anonymous name?"
"You don't think about yourself or your son?"
Lu Fandao.
"Don't you want your son to inherit the pig-killing knife in your hands in the future and be an ordinary pig-killer who is full of smell?"
Nie Changqing froze.
Unexpectedly, Lu Fan actually said something like this.
However, Nie Changqing did not refute, he was silent.
Touching Nie Shuang's head, his emotions were a little bit sad for a while.
"Being an ordinary pig killer...not good?"
"Parents, don't just want him to live peacefully and peacefully."
Nie Changqing said bitterly.
Lu Fan narrowed his eyes.
He ignored Nie Changqing, but looked at the big-headed boy.
"Little guy, tell your brother, do you want to be a pigsmith?"
Lu Fan asked with a smile.
Nie Shuang in Nie Changqing's arms turned to look at the landing, his big eyes fluttered, full of spirituality.
"No... I don't want to."
"Shuang'er..." Nie Changqing was startled.
The big-headed boy looked up and looked at Nie Changqing, his expression stubborn and serious, "Because Dad doesn't like being a pigger."
"Daddy doesn't like it, Shuang'er doesn't like it either."
Big head boy is serious.
Nie Changqing looked at his son's face and felt his heart seemed to be gripped fiercely for a moment.
Lu Fan leaned on the wheelchair and smoothed the folds on the thin wool blanket covering the thighs.
"He's really gold, but you've made him dusty."
"You are committing a crime, you know?"
Lu Fan whispered.
Ning Zhao and Yi Yue didn't know what to say.
His son is worthy of being recognized as a gifted scholar by the master of the country.
Ni Yu, who was originally listless, suddenly became energized.
"Ni Yu is also real gold, and the son favors Ni Yumeng, this is committing...crime!"
Ni Yuqiao's excited red face fluttered.
Lu Fan's mouth twitched.
Glancing at Ni Yu with a glance, "Shut up, talk again, beating you."
Ni Yu shivered.
Hurry to cover his mouth.
The son's heartlessness pierced her heart like a cold arrow.
Tears swirled in her eyes,
She... thumped her chest and stopped crying.
Nie Changqing is silent.
After a long time, it was in a hoarse voice, said.
"So... Lord Lu, you are the son of a scumbag, you want to train him?"
The big-head boy Nie Shuang also stared at the land with bright eyes.
He aspires to the outside world, he wants to spread his wings soaring like an eagle, he wants to become stronger to find his mother!
Lu Fan, sitting in a wheelchair, slightly raised the corner of his mouth, looking up and down at the big-headed boy.
After that, he spoke slowly.
"No... I'm looking at you."
Fear of the air suddenly quiet.
The big boy's brilliant eyes suddenly stiffened.
Somewhat ashamed.
At this moment, he suddenly understood the mood of Lufan's lifeless little girl.
Nie Changqing was also stunned for a while, and didn't seem to be in a trance.
At the next moment, his face shook slightly.
"Lord Master Lu, I have a heart in my heart, I'm really sorry."
Lu Fan: "???
"The shop closed earlier today... sorry."
Nie Changqing said that at the next moment, he quickly removed a bunch of hanging pork and threw it into a bamboo basket. He carried the bamboo basket, dragged his straw sandals, and took the big-headed boy down the alley of Fangshi.
Ning Zhao looked at Nie Changqing, who was leaving quickly, hesitated, and asked Lu Fan a strange look.
"Son...would the slave-in-law capture him?"
Lu Fan leaned on the wheelchair and touched his fair-skinned chin, his mouth slightly picking.
"Don't worry, he will feel it sooner or later."
...
Rumble.
As the weather changes, it changes.
The dark clouds drifted from the sky black, dull and depressed.
The raindrops rolled down from the dark clouds and smashed to the ground, wrapped in the heat of the soil, and splashed out.
Nie Changqing wore a good hat for Nie Shuang, and raindrops hit the hat, making a loud noise.
He wiped his face, carrying a piggy-back basket, holding Nie Shuang in the gradually hazy rain curtain, stepping on the bluestone road full of rain, and walking towards the broken house built deep in the alley.
suddenly.
Nie Changqing paused.
The rain is getting bigger and bigger, and the sound of thunder and rain is accompanied by thunder and thunder, and the rain and mist are dim, making the world and the world blurry and unreal.
At the end of the alley, in front of the dilapidated house.
There are three figures standing in there wearing clothes and wearing hats.
Because of the misty rain, their figures became blurred.
"Two children."
Nie Changqing was expressionless, shouting in the rain curtain, generous, and pinched Nie Shuang's cold little hand.
"Dad told you to run, just go back and run!"
"Remember, don't... don't look back."
Nie Changqing said.
Nie Shuang is very smart, with some pale lips tightening.
Bang!
A thunder thunder tears the sky.
Nie Changqing's voice also suddenly exploded!
"Shuanger! Run!"
Nie Wushuang did not hesitate, hugged the hat tightly, turned around and ran behind Nie Changqing.
Nie Changqing threw down the basket, and the red and white pork in the basket was spilled all over the ground. With a hand, he drew out a sharpened pig-killing knife from the basket.
Drooping on the soles of the sandals, the rain splashed.
far away.
Three figures, one standing still, the other two, dressed in bucket hats wrapped in clothes, suddenly swooped towards Nie Changqing to kill.
Under the clothes, white-bladed dazzling eyes tear the rain curtain.
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