The rain is drizzling.

The rain that stretches through the sky makes the world hazy.

In the alley, rain splashed, hitting the blue bricks and splashing high water.

Yi Yue held an umbrella, and the fox's face was stunned.

Ni Yu also widened her eyes slightly, her mouth widened, and she looked at the handsome man in a straw raincoat and a straw hat in front of her.

This man...

How dare he say that?

The young master is so tiny, this guy... is dead!

Lu Fan narrowed his eyes, and the rain fell along the edge of the oil-paper umbrella, like a bead curtain running, making Han Lianxiao's smiling face full of hazy feeling in Lu Fan's eyes.

Lu Fan laughed.

Gently stroke your palm.

"Yes, I'm just a scholar with legs. I can only write poems, look for flowers and ask about willows."

"It's a luxury to let you give me face."

These words.

Han Lianxiao raised his eyebrows slightly.

It is said that Lu Changkong's son has a bad temper because of his legs and a violent temper. Now it seems... the rumors cannot be taken as true.

Look at his temper...how good.

"Since Young Master Lu is so self-aware, then step down."

Han Lianxiao gently swayed the wooden flute and said with a gentle smile.

The voice is very gentle, but at the end of the speech, it gradually becomes solemn.

Nie Changqing stood up tremblingly.

Blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth, and his face was a little pale with rain.

"Young Master Lu... Thank you for coming to save me."

"However, this matter is my grudge. If you get involved, it will not be beneficial to Mr. Lu."

"But I beg Mr. Lu to take my son away. He is just a child and he is innocent."

Nie Changqing's words were a little trembling.

Lu Fan leaned on the wheelchair, holding his chin with one hand and gently flicked the thin wool blanket stained with water vapor with the other.

The alley is narrow and cramped, just like the gloomy sky.

"Junior Brother Nie, it's hard for Young Master Lu. The order from the Lord is to let me bring you and Shuang'er back, especially Shuang'er. The Lord is very worried about you."

Han Lian laughed and played the raindrops on the wooden flute and said with a smile.

In a dim tone, it was filled with overbearing ruthlessness that could not be refused.

Nie Changqing's face suddenly flushed and he glared at Han Lian's smile.

No wonder Han Lianxiao appeared now, it turned out to be for Nie Shuang.

"Bang."

suddenly.

Lu Fan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, slapped his hand guard.

In the rainy alley, it was like a thunder thunder.

Ni Yu was shocked.

Yi Yue also felt tight, and the Ning Zhaochan-Winged Sword that was standing in front was gently lifted up, and the blood and spiritual energy began to surge, and the silk skirt and black hair flew.

But Lu Fan raised his hand and rubbed the corners of his eyes.

"Father's love is like a mountain, moving the world. I, Lu Ping'an, cannot stand such emotional fatherly love in my life. This reminds me of the old father at home who is kind enough to wait for me, Lu Ping'an to come home for dinner."

"The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the son wants to support his parents but his parents are not waiting."

Lu Fan lowered his head, his eyes filled with sadness.

Afterward.

Lu Fan raised his head and looked at Han Lianxiao.

"I almost forgot to ask you which force you are from. In Beiluo City, I can't even give me face."

Lu Fandao.

The sound floated in the narrow and cramped rain alley.

Han Lian smiled and frowned, staring at Lu Fan. For some reason, he suddenly felt that the atmosphere in the alley became a bit solemn.

When Lu Fan stared at him, a little chill suddenly felt in his heart.

Holding the wooden flute tightly, the chill in my heart seemed to be evaporated by the stove.

"A song of 'Tides', the ninth Daozong Han Lianxiao."

"I am from various schools of thought... Dao Sect."

Han Lian smiled.

Bang!

However.

As soon as Han Lianxiao's words fell, Lu Fan slapped the wheelchair handguard again.

"Dry!"

"Tell me earlier!"

"Looking at your appearance, I thought it was the Jinyin Religious Guard sent by the Imperial Master. I was going to attack Lao Nie, which scared me."

"Daozong? What's the matter... Is it worthy of giving this young master a face in Beiluo City?"

Lu Fan suddenly leaned on the wheelchair and looked at Han Lianxiao with his lips curled.

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

Nie Changqing looked at Lu Fan in shock.

Although I don’t know if Lu Fan’s performance is really not sure whether Han Lianxiao comes from the Dao Sect or whether it is fake.

But, no matter what...

This person... is too real to bully the weak and fear the strong.

Yi Yue's fox smiled slightly on her face, and Ni Yu rolled her eyes. It turns out that the young master is still the young master...

Ning Zhao gently raised his sword, and the tip of the sword drooped a series of water droplets, pointing directly at Han Lianxiao.

The gentle smile on Han Lian's smiling face gradually disappeared.

He stared at Lu Fan, and he didn't seem to understand why Lu Fan was so arrogant and arrogant.

Why is he?

Just because of this maid who has just become a master?

"Young Master Lu, what does it mean?"

Han Lianxiao's tone was a little cold and annoyed.

"Noisy."

Lu Fan waved his hand.

"Sister Ning, get him."

Buzz...

After Lu Fan's words fell, the sword roar exploded instantly, Ning Zhao moved, and two wisps of spiritual energy in the Qi Pill suddenly surged, just like a burning furnace.

The rain curtain seemed to be cut open.

The sword light was like lightning that cut through the dark night, reaching Han Lianxiao.

The rain on Han Lianxiao's hat continued to fall. He ignored Ning Zhao and just stared at Lu Fan.

"The master is a maid, Lu Changkong's work is indeed extraordinary."

"This maid has some tricks. Under Beiluo City, the sword is suppressing the fourth priest..."

The gloom on Han Lian's smiling face disappeared, and he smiled again, smiling like a spring breeze.

He slowly raised the wooden flute in his hand.

"Young Master Lu... You are not a master, and you may have misunderstandings about the master's strength, and you know nothing about the mystery and power of the masters of various schools of thought."
To be continued...