"Let's go, if you provoke a large group of bugs, it will be a lot of fun."

At the end of the horizon, some black dots appeared and were running towards this side. Needless to say, it must be the sound of gunfire and black ants just now, which finally alarmed the wandering insects outside the city.

In view of this, everyone did not stay there for a long time. After a little cleanup, ten people squeezed into a car and drove away from the scene of the crime.

The standard six-person jeep is not able to sit so many people, but at this time there is not so much attention. Half of them sit on the roof and everything will be solved.

When he returned to the provincial capital, although it was not as exaggerated as a peerless person, he did feel a different feeling. Yang Fan refused everyone's invitation and discussed the time for leaving with Mu Bai, he took action separately.

After these tense battles, everyone urgently needed some rest.

When I returned to the hotel, the layout of the room was still the same as when Yang Fan left. But Mu Muran and Yang Fan felt familiar but unwilling to think about it.

Fatty Pang, who was lying on the sofa, put half of his foot on the coffee table, leaned back, and snoring sounds comparable to thunder. The small and lovely Xiaowen was half her elbow on the dining table, her white and slender jade palm dragged her chin, and she looked out the window with an illusory look, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Dongdong."

With some pranks in mind, Yang Fan did not enter the house. He took two steps back, leaned against the door, and suddenly knocked on the door.

The dense and rapid knock on the door obviously scared the two people in the house. Due to the incorrect posture, when he heard the movement, Fatty Pang was alert to turn over, but overestimated his grasp of his body. Before he could do anything, he let out a pig-killing scream.

Without looking, just listening to the sound, Yang Fan knew that the fat man had fallen very hard, and couldn't help but chuckled.

"Brother Yang, you are back, are you injured?"

Xiaowen, who was quite impressed by Yang Fan's voice, quickly guessed the identity of the person standing outside the door, and hurriedly stood up. Just as she was about to run out, she suddenly found that the initiator had walked in, and a warm smile appeared on her handsome face.

"Well, a little bit of injury has been cured long ago, but it looks a bit scary." I remembered the expressions of others giving in when they saw their appearance on the way, and the corners of their mouths bent a curve.

"It's okay, I just said, "Who is Young Master Yang? You don't have to worry about him. Isn't this easy to come back? Brother Yang is very capable, it's not that easy." Fatty Pang still looked like a hippie smile. Seeing Xiaowen's frowning action, he couldn't help but make a face.

"Puff."

When Xiaowen found that Yang Fan didn't look like she was in any serious condition, she couldn't help but chuckled when she saw this.

"I'll sleep for a while first, wait until I get up if I have something to do." Yang Fan was not a bad idea after all, and he hadn't closed his eyes for several days and nights. With less blood loss, fatigue has been bothering him from the moment he stepped into the room.

After washing it casually in the bathroom and changing into clean clothes, it really made people feel a sense of slightness. When they fell on the bed, smelling the fragrance from the pillow, Yang Fan quickly snored slightly.

This time, he did not make any fraud.

"Oh--"

When Yang Fan opened his eyes again, it was already dark outside the room. Looking at the two gazes coming from the opposite side, he couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

"I haven't eaten yet. Wait for me and I'll go to the restaurant below to have something to eat. By the way, I'll discuss some things with you."

If nothing unexpected happens, Yang Fan will plan to leave the provincial capital tomorrow. Overall, he is a little disappointed when he travels to the provincial capital. He has a lot of material and human resources but does not think about anything. He is very immersed in the city, and the trend of enjoyment is extremely prosperous. He sings every night, and he is drunk and forgets his death. In terms of vitality, he may not be as good as his small castle.

Even if you are powerful for a while, you will not last long.

Everything I saw told Yang Fan that the provincial capital was unreliable, and the safety of the castle could only depend on himself in the future.

The group of three people came to the position close to the glass wall where they sat last time and ordered a table of food that had never been rich. With the ability of Fatty Pang to hold chicken feathers as a commanding arrow, they naturally found a place to be reimbursed for the expenses they had spent in the city these days, so they didn't have to help the one in Building 2 of the Provincial Government save money.

"I'm leaving the provincial capital tomorrow. What are your plans?" After drinking, Yang Fan wiped the oil stains on his mouth with a tablecloth and said to the two people in front of him.

Even though there was a little speculation in my heart, when I heard such words from Yang Fan's mouth, Pang Fatty and Xiaowen couldn't help but tremble, and their movements of dancing knives and forks slowed down.

"Haha." Fatty Pang smiled with some self-deprecating smile, without looking directly at Yang Fan. "You are not afraid of being laughed at by your eldest son. These days have been the most nourishing period of time since the outbreak of the self-infection tide. All of this is thanks to your blessings."

Fatty Pang rarely showed a hint of sadness and said, "My cheap uncle has already asked someone to talk to you. As long as I can win over you, a powerful man, I can walk around in the provincial capital in the future, and I don't have to worry about food, clothing and expenses anymore. I didn't dare to think about such a life half a month ago. Thanks to my cheap uncle, I lived a really bad life at that time."

Speaking of this, Fatty Pang's face became a little distorted, with a bit of gritting teeth. It could make him, who always claims to be a smiling tiger, show this expression. You can imagine how resentful he is in his heart.

If Yang Fan had not appeared, in order to survive, Fatty Pang might have been pretending to be with his grandson or as a clown, as long as he could survive.

Fatty Pang has been thinking for a long time these days, and Yang Fan's appearance can't help but point out the second way for him. There is no doubt that the provincial capital should be safer and life will be more comfortable. He just took a rough look at the castle and everything was invented. From the perspective of his long-term survival in the system, there may be many shortcomings and places to be improved.

But overall, it seems full of vitality. Although life is not as rich, it is always tight every day, every grain of food is calculated carefully, and everyone is no longer numb, but with hope and longing. This scene reminds Pang Fatty, who was in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China. The lack of material life could not stop people's yearning for a happy life, and actively joined the castle's large-scale production movement.

Such a place full of vitality and hope is rare even if it is placed in the country.

What's more important is that the actual leader of the castle is a young and energetic man, wise and brave. Thinking of this, Fatty Pang looked at Yang Fan opposite him deeply and made some decision.

"Young Master, I will sell you these more than 200 kilograms from now on. You must be responsible for others."

"Cough cough." Looking at Fatty Pang, who was rarely in a straight shape just now, suddenly pinched his throat, pinched the lotus finger and looked at Yang Fan with a "sexy" look, saying, "It really made the latter choke very much."

"Do your work well in the future. If I find that you continue to gain weight, hum, it means you must be cheating again. I believe that many bugs outside will be interested in your fat body."

This means that Yang Fan has accepted Pang Fatty. As for the meaning of warnings or warnings, it depends on how I understand and do it.

Yang Fan was quite happy to see Fatty Pang's surrender. After these days of observation, although he found that Fatty was content with enjoyment, fearing hardship and other bad habits, it was basically unlikely that he would develop on the path of Demon Hunter.

But in other aspects, it has talent far surpassed ordinary people. Only a rough view points out some of the shortcomings in the castle. After all, people who have been officials do have a good set of management methods.

With the addition of Pang Fatty, Yang Fan hoped to liberate the scholar and the four others. When the castle was just established, many things had to be planned from scratch. Only by handing them over some confidential matters could he be at ease. However, this also delayed their time for cultivation. To date, the four of them have not yet entered the middle stage of the One-Star Demon Hunter, which has to be said to have a lot to do with this.

Now, some frames of the castle have been built. Just need to be continuously supplemented and improved, the entire castle will run smoother and smoother. The scholar and the four others can also take time to hone their skills. Yang Fan also has great expectations for them.

On the road ahead, demon hunters are the masters of the world. Yang Fan does not want the gap between his brothers and himself to grow bigger and bigger in the future.

After dealing with Fatty Pang, Yang Fan scratched his head a little when facing Xiaowen. To be precise, they had no relationship, and they didn't even make a promise. Just letting the other party follow him, even he felt that he was a little shameless.

At this moment, Xiaowen, who was sitting next to Yang Fan, had a confused mind and her face turned blue and white. Judging from her appearance, it was difficult for her to speak.

"You didn't say anything, what do you want me to say?" Even if she was so gentle, she couldn't help but feel a little resentment towards Yang Fan, and conveyed it to the latter through her smart big eyes that seemed to be able to talk.

"Uh" Looking at the pair of gazes with a slight resentment, Yang Fan couldn't help but wink at Fatty Pang, who was very clever and found an excuse and left the dining table.

"You are a girl from every family and have no relatives here. Otherwise, you can go back to the castle with me?" Yang Fan racked his brains and said this.

From this we can also see how honest Yang Fan was in the past, and he was a little guilty about his greedy thoughts.

However, if you overcome the hurdle in your heart, the following words will be much smoother. A fickle man will always find excuses for himself, "Don't worry, I'm there, and no one dares to bully you."

Seeing that Xiaowen's eyebrows were slightly loose, Yang Fan decided to strike the railway while it was hot: "Hehe, at home, I have a sister who is as cute as you, and I will introduce it to you."

"No." Xiaowen's mouth gradually became larger and her eyes were filled with smiles. If she was a person, she could tell that she was talking slander.

But at this time, I cannot expose it. After all, I am the one who has even won the eldest lady of the Fang family. I cannot make such a low-level mistake.

"What if I can't sleep in bed if I don't go back?"

This obviously reminded Xiaowen of something that happened that night. I don’t know if he had taken advantage of his sleep and had a layer of red glow on his pretty face. It was so beautiful that even the guests passing by couldn’t help but take a look at him.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Yang Fan was no longer timid. He firmly and forcefully grabbed Xiaowen's handsome hand, letting the other party try hard and not letting go until it gradually weakened. The hostess immediately rolled her eyes, giving up and struggling as if she had accepted her fate.

"Follow me, I will treat you well in the future."

As soon as this sentence of killing was released, a slight moan came from the side. Seeing the other party's expression, Yang Fan didn't know that he was willing to do so, but he was embarrassed to speak due to the reserve of women.

"Hahaha" Yang Fan was really happy. No matter what his original intention was, he was now really trapped in the other party's gentle trap.

That night, they drank a lot of red wine, and the blush on Xiaowen's face never dissipated. A faint feeling of wine enveloped the two of them, adding a bit of beauty.

The moment Yang Fan hugged Xiaowen into the room, the latter obviously felt something. His slender body was tightly tense. When he thought of what was going to happen next, his whole body became hot and hot.

Seeing that the man's breath was getting thicker and thicker on his body, Xiaowen never dared to open her eyes. She held her small hands tightly, but she never said a word and let the other party use it.
Chapter completed!