"Mr. Xiao, please don''t make it difficult for us to do it. Fan he is from qianyaofang after all. It will chill many people''s hearts to hand him over like this."

    In the VIP room behind Qianyao auction house, Tang Qian looks at Xiao lie, who is sitting there with a cold face. At the corner of his lips, he can''t help but smile bitterly.

    "Then tell Muli that I killed fan. Do you dare to protect him?"

    After a moment''s silence, Xiao lie''s cold voice came out slowly.

    Xiao lie''s voice echoed, and Tang qianmei''s eyes blinked slightly, a little absent-minded for a moment.

    Muli is the owner of Qianyao Fang. Even in the middle of the Empire, he is also a powerful man. From the mouth of a spiritual master in a remote town, this name is like a dream.

    "Do you know the shepherd?" Tang Qian asked carefully.

    "Didn''t Muli tell you that when you come to Guyang City, you should first have a good relationship with the Xiao family?" Xiao lie looks up at Tang Qian with a smile.

    After sipping his red lips, Tang Qian smiles bitterly. No wonder Mu Li told him to take more care of the Xiao family. Now it seems that he and Xiao lie are old friends.

    "Well, I just came to say hello. It''s a face for Muli."

    Xiao lie then stood up and walked towards the door, casting his murderous eyes on the shop.

    "Ah

    All of a sudden, a shrill scream started from the night, especially loud.

    "It''s the location of the Chijin shop." Tang Qian''s pretty face changed slightly.

    A moment later, Tang Qian and Xiao lie appear in the attic of the red gold shop, staring at a little gold powder on the floor.

    "It''s the impurity produced by the fragmentation of the wind attribute spirit gate." Xiao lie squatted down and rubbed the golden powder with his fingers. His face was unspeakable.

    "You mean fan he is dead?" Tang Qian''s slim hand covers his tiny open mouth, and his face is incredible.

    This is a strong spirit Master. He was killed quietly in his own territory.

    Stand up, Xiao lie hands behind him, eyes slowly swept in the room, suddenly, stay on the table on the cup.

    "It''s warm."

    The slender hand touched lightly for a while, Tang qianmei''s eyes flashed: "counting the broken teacup, that is to say, there were two people in the room just now."

    "Fan he is dead. What about the rest of the people?" Tang Qian had a big head, and the light from the corner of his eyes swept to Xiao lie from time to time.

    "Don''t look at me. If I want to kill him, I don''t have to sneak." Xiao lie sneers. He knows that Tang Qian is suspecting that another person is him, but fan he is just a third-order spiritual master. If he wants to kill, he doesn''t have to be so troublesome.

    As a result, fan he''s death became a headless injustice, although in Xiao lie''s view, he deserved to die.

    At five o''clock, all the confused clerks in the Chijin shop were cleared out by the people of qianyaofang. The whole Chijin shop was completely blocked and no one could enter.

    In the courtyard, he lowered his body, swayed gently, flapped his wings upright, and behind him, Xiao Yang slid down.

    "Hehe, it''s exciting."

    Xiao Yang went back to the room, closed the door and window, took off his shoes, jumped directly to the bed, and crumpled his head rudely: "it''s a pity that you didn''t go to see it. It''s a strong spirit. It turns to ashes in an instant."

    Sleepy eyes raised, red flame looked at the excited Xiao Yang, fox claw a wave, the latter''s palm down, not interested in closing the eyelids, immediately asleep in the past.

    "Is not a Spirit Lord, as for so excited." Master Mo shook his head and laughed. He immediately began to read the broken book in his hand. It seemed that he would never finish reading it. There was a loud noise.

    "I don''t care about you."

    Xiao Yang was lying on the bed, holding the back of his head in his hands, and his eyes suddenly showed a trace of firmness.

    I thought that the spirit Master was strong enough, but in the hands of Mo Shi, I didn''t even have the chance to resist. It seems that even the spirit Master is not strong enough in this continent.

    "It''s going to be stronger."

    Xiao Yang murmured to himself that he was already asleep before he knew it.

    When Xiao Yang woke up, the sky was already bright, and the warm sun was shining on his face.

    "Do you want to tell your father?"

    After a look at Xiao Yang, who was packing up his things, the ink Master said in a low voice.

    Putting the last item into the empty stone, Xiao Yang washed his face and shook his head: "it''s enough to leave a note. Even if my father agrees, the second elder will not agree."

    He can''t tell others the secret of master mo. with the character of the second elder, he won''t let him go out alone to experience. At that time, there will be a lot of trouble.

    "Hoo, I''m leaving at last."

    Xiao Yang felt the little head of red flame and seemed to cheer himself up: "I don''t know where I can grow up when I come back. I really look forward to it."

    With a slight smile, Xiao Yang left a note on the table. As usual, he walked out of the gate of Xiao''s house and said hello to Xiao Yi and others who were stationed there with a smile.In the crowd, Xiao Yang''s face covered by black robes did not attract anyone''s attention.

    Three hours later, Xiao Yang was walking on a strange road, where there were no four families, no thousand medicine auction house, and all familiar things no longer existed.

    "Drop!"

    Suddenly, the sound of the red snail in Xiao Yang''s waist flashed.

    "Yang''er, two years later, it''s the beginning of the spirit fight in Guyang city. Remember to come back."

    Xiao lie''s familiar voice made Xiao Yang''s nose sour. He raised his hand slightly, as if he didn''t care to throw the snail into the boundary stone. The figure of the boy didn''t reach the end of the road.

    [alas, I asked PK just now, but I lost in the end.

    Hear this news, where Yan immediately even a little bit code word mood have no, in the heart very uncomfortable.

    In the books of the same period, fan Yan is the most hardworking, trying to maintain five shifts a day, while they, two shifts a day or three shifts a day, still compare fan Yan.

    When fan Yan asked the authors in the group, they said that as soon as they looked at the theme, they knew that fan Yan would be finished.

    Pet stream novels, in fact, are old themes. Before Pet Charm, there were many pet stream novels, but they haven''t become the mainstream because there are few readers and the audience is too small.

    Who can write books that can''t make money?

    Maybe it''s just a little silly now.

    At noon today, fan Yan asked the editor if it was time to go on the shelves next step. The editor said that if there was no accident, it might start next week.

    Fan Yan also knows that once on the shelves, there will be some readers will go, but there is no way. Fan Yan wants to eat, otherwise he can only give up this book and go out to look for a job.

    Fan Yan is still in college and is about to graduate. It''s similar to the sky of fish in those years. However, my class seems to be much more than him, so I can only start coding at 10 p.m. until late at night.

    You may not know that kind of feeling, especially in the university dormitory, roommates play games, where Yan is coding, roommates go out to play, where Yan is coding, roommates all sleep, where Yan is still coding.

    That kind of sad taste, maybe you can''t imagine.

    Once the result of this book is not good, Fanyan will feel at a loss.

    In the original idea, Fanyan planned to rely on the contribution fee to start coding at home full-time after graduation, which would not be so hard, and could be updated more every day.

    But if you can''t support yourself, you can only prepare for employment.

    So, every subscription you make is very important to Fanyan. If it''s really on the shelves next week, Fanyan hopes you can stay with me until the end of this story.

    On February 23, dear fan Yan