Lu Meisha reached out to cover her chest, feeling that she had to adjust her mood first.

In any case, although Zhang Rongfang is very strong, the family background of the prides introduced to him by the family is much stronger than his.

No matter how you choose, it will be better than Zhang Rongfang.

After all, are there few high-quality martial artists under the command of the great nobles of the Spiritual People? Is it still not as good as a martial arts genius who was born as a barbarian scholar?

But...what if he really likes himself and is willing to give everything, even his life?

Will you... 8\ /2\ /z\ /w\ /. /c\ /o\ /m

This thought flashed through my mind, and Lu Meisha's heart thumped, and she didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Immediately, she suppressed her mind and quickly turned around and left.

She now understood why Zhang Rongfang was willing to come back to Wushan Mansion and deliberately made his previous friends angry. It was probably because he came for himself...

Or give him a chance?

**8**2**Little**Say**

In the Shanren Medical Center.

Zhang Rongfang slowly reached out, picked up a small piece of paper that had just been thrown in, and opened it to take a look.

After reading it, rub the paper balls and throw them into the brazier to burn them.

"Xiao Dong and Xiaoxia, you guys look at the clinic and buy what you want to eat. You have your money in the drawer."

"Okay sir." The two children answered obediently.

Zhang Rongfang nodded, walked out of the clinic, and looked up at the sky.

The sunset is setting, leaving only a trace of edge hanging in the sky.

The red light is like an arrow, piercing through the ladder clouds, dyeing everything in the world into a color.

He lowered his head and walked quickly towards the outside of the city.

After walking a few steps, a house on the left, suddenly came from a house across a street.

Then there is the music of playing suona and beating gongs and drums.

The music was festive, and the woman hummed the lyrics, which seemed to be a mountain song from some places.

The general idea is to ask the bride not to worry, set up a veil, wait for the groom riding a tall horse to drive away the evil spirits, and use red threads and drums to marry the person home.

This strong joy also slugged the mourning caused by the previous rioters.

Withdrew his gaze and felt a little emotional in his heart, Zhang Rongfang accelerated his pace, left the city, and rushed towards the direction described by the note.

After about half an hour of travel, I finally arrived at my destination... 8\ . /2\ . /small\ . /say. /first\ . /post\ . /new . /new~~
Chapter completed!