A few days later.

In the backyard.

Lin Fan lies on the chair. Except for having something to do, he spends the rest of his time basking in the sun and blowing the wind, leisurely and comfortable.

There are not too many lofty ideals and not too big goals.

The land is king, and having a huge back garden, raising a dog is the best life.

That was a day that countless people couldn't even envy.

The Nine-Headed Worm was lying in Lin Fan's arms. Lin Fan reached out and gently touched the Nine-Headed Worm's head. The Nine-Headed Worm's head was very regular. If you were touched, it would be my turn to be touched.

Come one after another, no one is allowed to grab it.

The dog is a little difficult to accept the young master's aesthetic view.

The insect was so ugly, but the young master didn't care at all. He touched it very gently. If others were afraid, they would be scared to death.

"Young Master, what are you thinking?" Gouzi asked curiously when he saw that the young master had been in a daze for a long time.

"I miss home."

Lin Fan looked at the endless distance, with a lot of thoughts, and the occasional longing could invisibly add a melancholy boyish temperament to himself.

Then he lowered his head and rubbed the dog's head angrily, which was quite pleasant.

"Go to play."

He threw the Nine-Headed Worm on the ground and let him play by himself. When he was fine, he would wash some of the gray internal energy to help him grow.

Look at how happy this Nine-headed worm is playing, and nine heads are fighting for a ball.

It was not like the time ago, where the dust was flying, but it seemed like we had agreed on conditions and played with each other.

Lin Fan looked at the Nine-Headed Worm and wanted to know how far the bug could grow. At least now, he did not notice any amazing scenes in this bug.

Instead, I felt that this was a bucket of food for Wudaoshan.

The next day.

Jiangcheng welcomed an uninvited guest.

The storm came from Rongcheng to Jiangcheng.

It’s not that Jiangcheng is beautiful or how outstanding the beauty here is, but that he learned from the secret channels that the Jiuchuang Gang suffered a great loss here.

Yang Fei betrayed the Jiuzhu Gang and stole the treasure.

A wave of people sent to die in Jiangcheng was not killed by Yang Fei, and even Yang Fei seemed to be missing.

Feng Boliu felt that this matter was not simple, so he came to take a look.

Inside the city.

The storm was leading the horse around and watching.

The nose wings on both sides were slight shocking. If you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't notice that the nose wings on both sides of the person would be vibrating in a regular manner.

Although time has passed for a long time.

The smell in the streets is not smelled by ordinary people.

But the storm smelled a little different. Without someone to take him, he slowly led his horse to the street at the time of the incident.

He stood there motionless in the street, and the people passed by him without attracting his attention.

In his eyes, the dusty ground fell, and a different color appeared. Looking around, the scene at that time appeared in his mind.

"Who practiced the "Insect Control Technique"?"

Not long after.

Fengboliu already knows everything. Those who do it can do it can "The Insect Control Technique", and the realm is terrifying. Who is the old man from the Insect Valley who does it?

Why do you need to do it?

Many mysteries appeared in his mind, which made him very puzzled, and he could not even find the clues of the mysteries.

He is now carrying the name of a master killer, but it’s true that the average person in the Insect Valley doesn’t dare to attack him at all.

Even if you encounter it, you will pretend that you didn't see it.

Unless you want to be beaten.

Don’t look at who he is. Do ordinary people dare to attack him?

Sudden.

There was a very tempting voice that reached my ears.

"Don't miss it when you pass by. Come in and play with it. Don't feel sorry for losing. If you win, smile. Integrity gambling house, mainly joy. This old man comes in and plays with it?" Someone shouted at the entrance of the gambling house, and then asked about the storm that was parked there.

The storm runner is a little itchy.

He came to investigate the Nine Comb Gang incident, not to gamble, but for some reason, the gambling house was so tempting that he couldn't move.

Forget it, it doesn't matter if you play with it anyway.

I have a little extra money on my body and I like to make a fortune by gambling. It feels so sour.

"I'll take a look at this horse for me and I'll come out to give you a reward later." Feng Bo Liu patted the other party's shoulder and said.

"Don't worry, this master, go and play with it. Leave this horse to me." The staff of the gambling house habitually looked at the horse. It was good, it was worth some money. The gambling house would have another horse later.

Not long after.

Bang!

A figure flew out of the gambling house directly.

"If you don't have money, don't bet. If you make trouble, you will be beaten to death. This horse is yours. When you repay the gambling debt, get out of here immediately." Several thugs in the gambling house scolded Feng Boliu.

Mad.

Feng Boliu was very angry.

How could it be so excessive to say that it is fun?

He wanted to slap these guys to death, but just forget it. I am willing to accept the loss. I will accept it. When I make money, I will kill you all over the world. I will not leave any armor left.

The wind blew up and slapped the dust off his body.

He found out.

The gambling shops in any place are too unfriendly.

If you don’t have money, you won’t have the intention to bet.

Go and investigate the Jiuzhu Gang incident with peace of mind.

Wudao Mountain.

"The smell comes from here. Could it be that the people from the Worm Valley are here?" Feng Boliu looked up at the mountain, feeling a little unlikely.

People in the Insect Valley are ill in their brains and hide here.

Anyway, he is very confused now and has no idea at all.

"It's a good place for meditation." The wind waves walked towards the mountain. As we kept getting closer, the nose wings on both sides vibrated faster and faster, "the breath became stronger and stronger."

Not yet on the mountain.

I found a group of people walking towards him with shovels, hammers and other tools on the mountain.

"Hmm?" Feng Boliu was alert.

Before I even got to the mountain, you could sense which immortal one came.

After a look at the storm, the people didn't care. They talked to each other and went down the mountain happily. They worked on Wudao Mountain these days, and their wages were quite a lot, so they were all smiling.

"It turns out that I'm thinking too much." Feng Boliu breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that there would be a big battle, but it turned out that it was just an ordinary person.

Not long after.

When the storm came to the mountain, Zhou Zhongmao appeared in front of him, "Who are you?"

His speech was a little straightforward, his tone was a little rushing, and he asked who he was expressionless, which was a bit domineering.

"You are that..."

When Feng Boliu saw Zhou Zhongmao, he was shocked. He looked familiar and must have seen it somewhere. Then he thought: "You are the person I have seen in Youcheng, the cousin of the Lin family's young master."

He remembered it immediately.

It’s not because Zhou Zhongmao is so handsome that it’s unforgettable, but because he is too honest and stupid, it’s hard to meet the second one.

Besides, for Fengboliu that day, something almost happened.

He actually sold his real martial arts to the other party, that was a damn thing.

"Who are you?" Zhou Zhongmao asked.

"Don't you remember me?" Feng Boliu asked, a little sad. I remember you, but you can't remember me. Why does it feel like I am not important at all?
To be continued...