In the afternoon of the same day, Lu Fan left Jiangbei Sanatorium and was about to drive to Jade Valley.

What happened at Huarong Building last night made Lu Fan decide to consider changing the base again, at least to keep Tang Huanxi and others in a safe environment at any time.

At first he thought about Luyao Medical Center, but the clinic is located in the prosperous center of Nandu City and its geographical location is too sensitive. Once a large-scale conflict occurs, it will not only affect the innocent, but also restrict yourself and the people around you.

The Holy Temple can be without any scruples, but he cannot.

Everyone else received his call, and they all left from various strongholds and drove to the designated location as soon as possible.

Mountainside villa garden.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse.

A group of figures gathered in the rose garden of a villa in the Mid-mountain.

At this time, although the season of roses has passed, the artificially cultivated flower seeds in the yard are blooming extremely brilliantly at this time. The roses bloom petals, setting off the endless night, quiet and dreamy.

When Lu Fan looked at the people in front of him, he suddenly realized that before he knew it, such a group of people had gathered around him.

Liu Qingqing was in the villa room, and Fuling was personally taken care of.

Zhang Zihao was awake, covered with bandages, and sat next to Lu Fan.

Ma Zicong also rushed back from the Chen family manor. He transported thousands of corpses in one day. Even though he was at the peak of the Grandmaster, he still had a pale face while sitting on the side, which was like anemia.

There is also Bai Qiming.

Wenren Muxue, Licorice, Haiziyuan, Hu butterfly...

Almost all the others fell on the bed seriously injured and were taken care of by the Blood Doctor.

The night wind blew on the rare calm people.

“It’s rare to be quiet.”

Lu Fan brought the brewed teapot over and placed it on the middle table: "If it weren't for Teacher Lei's sudden return, I guess I'm still in the Southeast Industrial Factory, looking for the lair of the sacred temple..."

"Did this save your life?"

Wenren Mu Xue rarely spoke up: "From the current situation in Nandu, all the people in the Holy Temple are now concentrated in their nests. What is the difference between going alone and dying?"

"The Kingdom and the Duke have not appeared yet, and they are likely to be there to take charge of the overall situation."

The black butterfly sat next to Hai Ziyuan, and the black long skirt highlighted the elegant temperament: "I think coach Lei's advice is reasonable. At present, when the situation in Nandu is not clear, it is better to move than to be quiet. Too rash will indeed put us in a dilemma."

Hai Ziyuan sat beside her, quietly playing with the dagger in her hand, without saying a word.

"Swoosh!"

A cold light flashed and flew straight towards Haiziyuan.

Hai Ziyuan subconsciously raised her hand and grabbed it, and a delicate and beautiful butterfly knife was grabbed by her.

"Didn't you always want this?"

"I'll give it to you for the time being."

Lu Fan smiled and said, "After all, things are not mine. When the owner comes to ask for them, you have to return them to me."

Since Qiao Mu rebelled, Hai Ziyuan, who was already taciturn, has become more introverted. He heard from Black Butterfly that she hadn't spoken for a long time.

Hai Ziyuan grabbed the short knife in her hand and looked up at Lu Fan. Her watery eyes were gone in the slightest color. Then she lowered her head again, hid her short knife in the black leather boots, and used her fair palms to wipe Lu Fan's butterfly knife.

"Then I'll go straight to the point."
Chapter completed!