Lu Fan looked at the somewhat decadent middle-aged man and raised his eyebrows slightly.

The familiar temperament slowly overlaps with the fuzzy figure composed of the spiritual energy in Taichung.

Nie Changqing...it seems that he is the person in front of him.

Ning Zhao stood in front of Lu Fan, and there was a touch of solemnity on her beautiful face.

This decadent pig-killer actually gave her a sense of crisis.

Grandmaster?

But it doesn't look very similar, because the qi and blood in front of me seem to be too stagnant.

There is such a person in Beiluo City!

Yi Yue's soft hands were already on the long whip around her waist, her whole body tensed.

Her strength is not as strong as Ning Zhao, so she feels more obvious. When the vicissitudes of pig-killer in front of her glares, her pores tighten, and the flow of qi and blood becomes stagnant.

As for Ni Yu...

She was so desperate that she was so desperate that she leaned against Lu Fan's wheelchair that she had eyes dying.

If you lead the wrong way a few times, you will be fined several times and you will not be allowed to eat.

Ni Yu really wanted to slap herself, why did she show off when it comes to the pork shop?

She had no food to eat in the next few days, and she was afraid she would starve to death.

The young master just praised her for being able to eat, but she was about to starve to death in a blink of an eye...

The young master is really getting worse and worse.

...

Nie Changqing looked at Lu Fan and protected the big-headed boy in his arms.

His eyes were suspicious, and because of Lu Fan's words, he was slightly stunned.

Although the words said by this young man in a wheelchair are full of arrogance between the lines, they are very dull and very natural.

"Aren't you a person sent by the Dao Sect?"

Nie Changqing's hoarse voice lingered in the crowd again.

"The young master is the young master of Beiluo City and has nothing to do with Daozong."

Ning Zhaodao.

Lu Fan sat in a wheelchair with a smile on his face, holding his chin with one hand and tapping lightly on the thin wool blanket covering his thighs with the other.

He didn't look at Nie Changqing, and his eyes fell on the big-headed boy protected by Nie Changqing.

The big-headed boy's eyes were really clean, like the sky as clear as the sky, pure and untainted with impurities and dust.

When he met the moment he looked at him, even Lu Fan, who claimed to be pure, couldn't help but blush.

It seems that Lu Fan's vision is too fierce.

The big-headed boy hid in Nie Changqing's arms with some fear.

"It turns out it's Young Master Lu. I wonder if the young master is here to visit the shop, is there something wrong?"

When Nie Changqing heard Lu Fan's identity, his tense heart suddenly felt a little relieved.

However, he still did not relax his vigilance, because why did Lu Fan know that he was an abandoned disciple of the Daozong? He had been hiding in Beiluo City for five years, and no one could know his trace at all.

In order to protect Nie Shuang, he even changed his name to "Nie Rorong".

However, Lu Fan still came here.

Therefore, Nie Changqing was not sure whether Lu Fan had nothing to do with Daozong.

"What's his name?"

Lu Fan sat in a wheelchair and pointed at the big-headed boy in Nie Changqing's arms with a chuckling.

Nie Changqing's heart sank, hugged the boy tightly, and buried his head in his arms full of fishy pork smell.

"Young Master Lu, my son's name, can't be the young master."

Nie Changqing said that between the lines, the meaning of rejection is very strong.

The smile on Lu Fan's face slowly disappeared.

He looked at Nie Changqing with a serious expression in his eyes.

"You are in the world and you can't help yourself. Do you think you can live a safe life by hiding your name?"

"You don't think about yourself, nor your son?"

Lu Fandao.

"Do you want your son to inherit the pig-killing knife in your hands in the future and be an ordinary pig-killing maker full of fishy smell?"

Nie Changqing was stunned.

Unexpectedly, Lu Fan would say something like this.

However, Nie Changqing did not refute, and he was silent.

Touching Nie Shuang's head, he felt a little sad for a moment.

"Isn't it good to be an ordinary pig killer?"

"As parents, don't you just want him to live a peaceful life."

Nie Changqing said bitterly.

Lu Fan narrowed his eyes.

He ignored Nie Changqing and looked at the big-headed boy.

"Little guy, tell my brother, do you want to be a pig slayer?"

Lu Fan asked with a smile.

Nie Shuang in Nie Changqing's arms turned his head and looked at Lu Fan, his big eyes sucking, full of spirituality.

"No...I don't want to."

"Shuang'er..." Nie Changqing was stunned.

The big-headed boy raised his head and looked at Nie Changqing with a stubborn and serious expression, "Because my father doesn't like being a pig slayer."

"Dad doesn't like it, Shuang'er doesn't like it either."

The big-headed boy is very serious.

Nie Changqing looked at his son's face and felt as if his heart was being held tightly for a moment.

Lu Fan leaned against the wheelchair and smoothed the folds on the thin wool blanket covered with his thighs.

"He is genuine, but you let him cover the dust."

"You're committing a crime, do you know?"

Lu Fan whispered.

Neizhao and Izuki didn't know what to say.

His own young master is worthy of being a talented man appreciated by the national teacher, and every word is indeed a gem.

Ni Yu, who was originally listless, suddenly became energetic.

"Ni Yu is also real gold. The young master asked Ni Yu Mengchen to do this. This is a crime!"

Ni Yu's pretty face was flushed with excitement.

Lu Fan's mouth twitched.

He turned his head and glanced at Ni Yu, "Shut up, talk again, beat you up."

Ni Yu's whole body trembled.

He hurriedly covered his mouth.

The young master's ruthlessness pierced her heart like a cold arrow.

Tears rolled in her eyes,

She...beats her chest and stamps her feet, and cries in tears.

Nie Changqing was silent.

After a long time, he said in a hoarse voice.

"So... Young Master Lu, are you interested in my son? Do you want to raise him?"

The big-headed boy Nie Shuang also stared at Lu Fan with bright eyes.

He yearns for the outside world, he wants to spread his wings and soar like an eagle, he wants to become stronger and go to find his mother!

Lu Fan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and looked up and down with his eyes full of appreciation.
To be continued...