"Hey, yes."
Lin Ruize laughed, quite proudly: "Our family is a big family. I have thirteen uncles and one aunt."
big family?
Mu Fan's eyes flickered, and there was a bit of unspeakable sadness, and he didn't say anything.
"Mu Fan, how are you doing?"
Lin Ruize didn't notice his loneliness for a moment, and asked persistently: "Do you agree? About forming a team? Let's go to Suofengyang together."
"Let's talk about it later."
Mu Fan didn't know why, Qingyuan's figure flashed in his mind, and subconsciously, he wanted to form a team with him and go on an adventure together.
"Yeah, think about it, don't rush to give me an answer."
Lin Ruize rolled his eyes, changed his strategy, and planned to grind slowly.
"Um."
Mu Fan snorted a little breath from the tip of his nose, and it was right to answer.
*
The brothers of the Lin family helped Mu Fan clean up the battlefield, dealt with the wreckage of the monsters, and left.
Standing under the defensive wall, Mu Fan glanced in the direction of Feixue Pavilion, sighed secretly, and took off with his sword.
Feixue Pavilion is the same as before, with small bridges and flowing water, green bamboo forests, and beautiful scenery.
Murong Xue was dressed in white, elegant and elegant, sitting in front of the piano, stroking the strings with her slender fingers, and the ethereal and beautiful piano sound immediately sounded, melodious and melodious.
Mu Fan came with his sword, lowered his figure outside the Feixue Pavilion, and as soon as he landed, disturbing gossip came from all around.
Feixue Pavilion has always prohibited men from entering, and he is the only exception.
Admirers of Murong Xue regard him as a thorn in their side.
And he also has suffering.
Murong Xue summoned him every time, always in the name of master, and greeted him with the attitude of an elder.
He deliberately refused, but she was obsessed with it.
If he doesn't come, she will send people to invite him time and time again, causing a commotion and rumors to spread in the barracks.
Some people made rude remarks, mixed with vicious abuse.
"Those people are so hateful, they are so mad."
"Let's go out and kill them."
Leopard Tooth and Tiger Nao poked out two small heads from the spirit animal bag, and glanced at the tent angrily, intending to vent their anger on Mu Fan.
"Leave them alone."
Mu Fan frowned, and made up his mind almost instantly: "Let's go to Commander Ji He, please resign, and leave the guard camp."
"real?"
"Very good."
The two cute pets secretly rejoiced and jumped with joy.
"Um."
Without the slightest hesitation, Mu Fan lifted his sword into the sky and flew towards the cave that Ji He had opened up between the cliffs.
*
Ji He Yuanying's mid-term cultivation base represents the Xiaoyao faction who has been stationed on the Arctic ice sheet for ten years.
He and his son Ji Beitian are very few people in Xiaoyao Sect who know the origin of Mu Fan's past life.
Mu Fan came with his sword, entered the cave, and stated his purpose directly.
Without the slightest hesitation, Ji He readily agreed, went through the corresponding procedures in person, and canceled his post in the guard camp.
Mu Fan was grateful and saluted respectfully. With leopard teeth and tiger brains, the two silly and cute pets left the security camp overnight while it was dark.
*
On the night of the Arctic ice sheet, the cold wind howled, freezing to the bone.
Mu Fan didn't fly with a sword, and used phantom steps to run quickly on the endless snow field, using his running to dispel the biting cold air.
"clank."
Two zither sounds suddenly sounded, hovering between heaven and earth.
Mu Fan's nerves suddenly tightened, his feet kept moving, and his running speed became faster and faster.
"clank."
Two more piano sounds sounded, with a bit of chilling coldness, as if complaining about his leaving without saying goodbye.