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"Um?"

Ning Feng did not turn back, his nasal sound came out lightly.

Judging from his feelings during the conversation just now, he did not think that Luo Fuyu would cross the river and destroy the bridge and attack him, but he was obedient to guard against others. Ning Feng also did it early on if things were inconsistent, so he released the dragon whale incarnation and rushed out forcibly.

Behind him, the sound of the lotus steps moving lightly gradually approached.

Judging from the sound, Luo Fuyu stopped at a distance of one or two steps from Ning Feng, and there was a gust of fragrant wind from behind and sent it into Ning Feng's nose.

"Nianhua is really a good thing..."

Ning Feng sighed deeply.

Luo Fuyu's original appearance, what is the use of makeup? It has no application.

Now that I have regained my vitality, I will only have a moment to return to my youth, so naturally there is no time to apply makeup. So where can this fragrance come from? It can only be the fragrance of my daughter's own body.

Luo Fuyu had a tempting body fragrance at this time, but a moment ago, there was only silence and depression. The contrast was so clear that it made people feel moved.

The preciousness of time and plenty of time is the most enviable thing.

"Miss Luo Fu has something to do?"

∮☆,¤fwx.◆T Ning Feng was moved by emotion, but it did not prevent him from asking out loud.

"Young Master."

Luo Fuyu walked around him, spread his hands and palms together, and held a jade bi on it, and handed it to Ning Feng.

"This is the only thing Luo Fu left to Luo Fu when his father left the tribe."

She caressed the jade bi and sent it to Ning Feng. "Young Master's great kindness, Luo Fu cannot repay it. If the young master needs it in the future, people can hold this jade bi to find it, and Luo Fu should repay it."

Speaking of this, Luo Fuyu proudly thrust his chest and said, "I think that at that time, I, Luo Fuyu, will no longer be among the tribe. An ordinary mistress, should be able to help the young master."

Luo Fuyu said this and saw Ning Feng pondering for a moment, taking the jade bi away, a smile appeared on his face, and he gave in without blocking the road.

Where she gave up, it was the entrance and exit of the gold tent.

"Goodbye if you are destined to be."

Ning Feng raised the jade bi in his hand, stopped stopping, and stepped out.

He knew it. Luo Fuyu's gratitude was sincere, and her promise was trustworthy. But the premise was that he had shown before and had deceived the other party's thought.

If you have strength, that is kindness; if you don’t have strength, it is right.

Just like everyone will at least say thank you for your help, but they will not be grateful to the ducks flying into the pot and the rabbits hitting and killing them in front of the stump, but there are some ridicule.

Ning Feng was always clear in his heart. When he stepped out of the gold tent, everything that happened was thrown behind him, and there was a "boom" in his ears, and countless noises poured in.

"It's so good, it's so good. I'll come back tomorrow."

The speaker looked haggard and sallow, and his steps were floating when he walked, as if his body had been hollowed out. Come again tomorrow? Are you here to die?

"Hahaha, I finally know your weakness. Black King, please wait for death."

As he laughed wildly, tears were still flowing on his face, as if the dam that had reached its limit had collapsed and was discharged from the flood.

...

Ning Fengman followed everyone and left the camp of the people. What he saw and heard were all the bits and pieces that were leaked out when everyone was in a state of ups and downs.

He had no intention of thinking about how the rest of the people in the tribe covered up their vitality and made people willingly live with them; he did not want to know whether they did this or even had a reputation for the purpose of the continuation of the tribe, or whether they had to replenish their vitality from men?

Ning Feng was not interested in those things. From the beginning of stepping out of the gold tent, what echoed in his mind was nothing more than five words: "Soft, waves, blood, door".

"An opportunity!"

"Where is the opportunity?!"

Ning Feng completely understood the reason why the Heavenly Book Slate is called the Heavenly Book Slate.

The reason is not that what emerged above was that the ancestors created the text and respected it as the heavenly book, but that the content calculated through the divination is even more difficult to understand.

Immersed in it, Ning Feng didn't pay attention to the moment he stepped out of the camp of the Cangsheng, walking forward in the direction of the sun set.

At some point, he suddenly stopped.

In front is the gurgling water, and further away is the setting sun.

The sunset of the half-sinking green mountains burns the west horizon with evening shines, and at the same time reflects the gurgling stream into a blood-red color, as if blood is constantly poured into it, turning green mountains and green waters into blood and fire.

"etc."

Ning Feng flashed his spirit and realized something, "Can it be..."

A person appeared in his mind...

...

A few days later, at the dock of the old iron port, there was a figure who was quietly drinking wine to the sea every day at the second floor of the restaurant with the widest sight.

After all the camp came out, Ning Feng disappeared for a day to inquire about the news. He was here every day, as if he was waiting for something?

"It's almost done?"

After Ning Feng sent the waiter to be attentive, he looked at the sea where thousands of sails competed.

Even the waiter who was seeking rewards on him every day never realized that Ning Feng was obviously different from the past today, and he never took his attention away from the port for a moment.

Sudden

"Here you come!"

Ning Feng leaned forward and leaned half on the railing on the second floor.

From the downstairs of the restaurant, several figures passed by while talking. When they were closest, the sound of their speech reached upstairs and reached Ning Feng's ears.

"Dad, I can do it! I must prove it to them. Our Du family is really descendant of the throne, and we are not liars."

"I, Du Fanchen, will definitely revive my family."

This is the third time that the speaker Du Fanchen Ning Feng has met. The first time is a teahouse and the second time is a camp for all the people. This is the third time.

His hair was softly pressed against his head, his facial features, eyebrows and eyes were the same, and his tall body was not related to his strength. The boy gave people the feeling of softness.

The father in Du Fanchen's mouth was a middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life. His weather-beaten appearance, rust-like breath, and bronze-colored skin all told everyone that this was an old seaman.

Apart from the two, there was a girl in red dress with a sword in her hand, following Du Fanchen step by step, as if her sister was protecting her younger brother;

There was a sturdy boy who looked like a mountain and a honest face, nodding while listening to Du Fanchen's words, looking extremely convinced.

The four people passed by the restaurant where Ning Feng was located and headed towards the port.

"I finally waited."

Ning Feng drank the wine in the wine glass and shook his head and said, "Your movements are too slow, let me wait."

He did not rush down and put it on, but sat in the same place, following Du Fanchen's soft boy and others in a distance.

“Uh~”

Du Fanchen felt like a ray of light on his back and stopped by the port.

"What's wrong with you, Fanchen?" the girl in red asked nervously.

"No. Nothing."

Du Fanchen shook his head and smiled at the people who were looking over. He said, "It should be that he is finally going to sea. I am a little nervous and always feel that someone is looking at me."

He raised his fists and encouraged his companions: "At the same time, I will let them all see me."

"Now, let's go!"

In front of them, there was a small boat that was renovated and was slightly undulating with the sea waves.

In the big scene of thousands of sails competing, in front of the ocean-going giant ships, this small boat is so inconspicuous that it always makes people feel that as long as the big ship next to it rises and falls, the waves pressed out are enough to sink it.

For the soft boy and others, it is a dream!

"It's almost done..."

Ning Feng looked out at the distance as the boat left the port, and gradually turned into a small black dot in the horizon and rose up.

"Customer, today's side dishes are good. I'll send you a few servings..."

The attentive waiter came up and saw that Ning Feng, who was originally rooted in this position, had disappeared without a trace.

He felt lost and felt that he would never meet such a rich man again.

At the same time, someone at the port screamed: "Someone fell into the water."

People who followed the sound of the past only saw a figure piercing into the water, and the waves never splashed.

Then everyone watched, but saw that the waves were unhappy, they did not struggle, nor did they emerge, as if the person who entered the water was not a person, but a stone without life.

...

A few miles away from the port of the old iron port, a medium-sized cargo ship heard an exclamation:

"Look, what is that?"
To be continued...