Just as Zhu Zijing was about to take action, Fan Xian, dressed in night clothes, appeared and stopped him.

Seeing that the person coming was Fan Xian, Zhu Zijing's murderous intent decreased a little, and asked, "Why are you here?"

"After eating flower wine, come out to relax."

Fan Xian actually came to stop Zhu Zijing because he felt that there was something else. Seeing Zhu Zijing still wanted to step forward, he quickly grabbed Zhu Zijing's shoulder: "I know what you want to do, but there is something strange about this. Why did Guo Baokun harm your wife and children? It's just a small conflict, why should he kill them all?"

"Some people are cruel by nature, like animals, how can they be used to make sense?"

At this time, Zhu Zijing was already blinded by hatred and wanted to cut Guo Baokun into pieces, so he could hear it.

Fan Xian continued to persuade: "Calm down first. I am not stopping you. Even if you take revenge, you have to find out the partner. Guo Baokun is arrogant, but he will not be so domineering. If you kill him now, you may never know the truth behind it."

"Then what do you think of doing?"

Zhu Zijing was silent for a moment. After thinking about it carefully, he was indeed a little impulsive. There were many doubts about this matter. Perhaps Guo Baokun was just a scapegoat. Only by finding out the truth behind it can he avenge his wife and children.

Fan Xian looked at Guo Baokun's sedan chair and sneered: "You can't kill Guo Baokun, but you can be more rude."

When the two of them decided to see that there was no one around, they covered themselves with them and dazzled all Guo Baokun's sedan chairmen.

Guo Baokun in the sedan chair was dizzy and found that the sedan chair had stopped and muttered: "Will you arrive so soon tonight?"

No one answered him, and it was quiet outside the sedan chair.

Guo Baokun was a little puzzled, but fell off the sedan chair and found that he did not return home. Instead, on the deserted street, the sedan chairman and the guard fell to the ground, and suddenly realized something was wrong.

But before he could run a few steps, a masked Fan Xian was sacked with his head.

Guo Baokun thought he was robbed along the road, so he was so scared that he was half-hearted that he asked tremblingly, "Who is it? Do you know who I am?"

Fan Xian punched him up and said with a smile: "We are so familiar with each other, of course I know who you are."

"You are... Fan Xian, what do you want to do?"

Guo Baokun was wrapped in a sack and couldn't see who the other party was, but he still remembered Fan Xian's voice.

Fan Xian pressed Guo Baokun and said carelessly: "Ask you something, answer honestly, and get beaten up."

"You are so brave. You dare to commit crimes in the street. A little bastard named Fan. If you have the ability, you will beat me to death, otherwise I will let you go without a fight." Guo Baokun wanted to be tough.

But who is Fan Xian? How could he be frightened by him? He clenched his fists and smiled: "I will definitely satisfy you with such a cheap request."

As he said that, he was a gust of blows and kicks.

"Oh...I... won't let you go."

Guo Baokun cried out in pain repeatedly. As the son of the Minister of Rites, he was spoiled since childhood. He had suffered such a crime and was both shocked and angry.

Fan Xian was so excited that he kicked the sack that kept rolling, and said, "Do you know why I wrote that poem in the morning?"

"I am always a guest in the miserable autumn of thousands of miles, and I have been on stage for more than a hundred years."

"I tell you, I just want to make you sad. I beat you so much that I beat you. I beat you so much that Guo Baokun is hard to be on stage in Kyoto."

Fan Xian said something and kicked him. Guo Baokun in the sack screamed in pain, dizzy, and couldn't help but scream in pain, and begged for mercy.

"Oh... stop hitting, stop hitting, please stop hitting, ask whatever you want!"

When Fan Xian heard this, he stopped and asked, "Why did you want to kill Zijing's wife and children?"

"who?"

Guo Baokun couldn't remember such a small person for a moment.

Fan Xian punched two more times: "Pretend to be stupid, right?"

"Oh, I really don't know!"

Guo Baokun felt that his nose was broken. Perhaps it was the stimulation of pain that reminded him of such a character and hurriedly said, "Stop, stop, I... I remembered, I know Zijing, but what are you and me doing, his wife, little?"

Guo Baokun is indeed a bit arrogant, but he hasn't destroyed the whole family for a little bit of a trivial matter.

Fan Xian didn't believe it, and he punched Guo Baokun again in his head.

The beating made Guo Baokun wail, but Guo Baokun insisted that Zijing's wife and children did not move, and did not make a move.

Seeing this, Fan Xian wanted to ask questions, but heard the sound of horse hooves coming from the corner of the street.

When I saw that the leader was Yan Xiaoyi, whom I met at Qing Temple some time ago.

"Not good, go."

These days Fan Xian has inquired about the name of "Yan Xiaoyi" and knows that the other party is a master of the ninth rank, and it is not an existence he can afford.

Now, beating Guo Baokun in the street is a small matter. To put it in the smallest way, it can be said to be a street fight. To the serious way, Guo Baokun can even sue him for murder.

If you are caught, you will never be able to have a good time, so Fan Xian’s first reaction is to run.

Seeing this, Zhu Zijing said, "You go first, I'll stop them."

Fan Xian pulled Zhu Zijing and ran away: "I want to go together."

Seeing Guo Baokun wailing and passionate Fan Xian and Zhu Zijing, Wu Liang couldn't help but sigh.

Both people and ghosts are showing off, only Baokun is being beaten!

Seeing that Fan Xian and Zhuo Zijing were about to run away, Wu Liang didn't say anything, and he just opened the bow and shot an arrow.

The arrow did not aim at Fan Xian, but aimed at Zhu Zijing.

Although both of them were masked, Wu Liang and Fan Xian met and recognized Fan Xian the moment they looked at each other.

As for Zhu Zijing, although I have never seen it before, it is not difficult to guess the other party’s identity. Anyway, it doesn’t matter if I ejaculate wrongly.

"Swoosh~"

The arrow broke through the air and directly penetrated the calves' calves' bones.

His leg is a waste.

Wu Liang actually admires Zhu Zijing quite a bit. The reason why he shot his leg was actually saving him.

Today, Fan Xian is a magnet, constantly attracting all kinds of monsters and monsters. He is the protagonist, with Wuzhu protection and a few good fathers to take care of him, and often he can "turn bad luck into good luck."

But Zijing is just a little person. Following Fan Xian, he will be dragged to death sooner or later.

Now breaking him and making him lose his value. Even if he is disabled, it is better than dead.

Fan Xian was quite loyal. Seeing that Zijing was injured, he carried Zijing to run away.

However, even if he faces a ninth-grade master alone, he has no chance to live. Now he is holding someone alone, which is no different from seeking death.

Zhu Zijing was very moved and pushed Fan Xian away: "My leg is broken and I can't leave. You can go quickly, otherwise we will all die here."

At the same time, Wu Liang heard the subtle sound of breaking the wind and knew that the people in the dark could not hold back.

He immediately set his bow and aimed at Fan Xian, shooting an arrow.
Chapter completed!