Ling'er said with a "giggle", and raised her white and tender little hands, with a few spirit insects spread out on it and sent them to Mo Ling's mouth, and said softly: Xiao Hei, be good, you eat it yourself, sister won't eat it."

Mo Ling picked and pecked the food, and ate the spirit insects cleanly in her hands.

Zhang Fan clearly saw that Ling'er was bulging in the hands of the spirit insects, and her hair was standing up, and she was obviously disgusting.

But even so, there was still a smile from the bottom of her face, waiting for Mo Ling to eat all the spirit insects cleanly.

"She really likes spirit beasts and is also suitable for raising spirit beasts in captivity."

Zhang Fan's eyes flashed. If it weren't for some selfishness, and if he wanted to find a good disciple for the eldest brother, he really thought he would send her to the Yuling Sect.

Just at this moment, a rapid footsteps came into his ears.

Zhang Fan waved his sleeves, and the door suddenly opened. A wealthy middle-aged monk outside the door quickly walked in, and said repeatedly: "It's rude and rude. I've made my junior brother stand up for a long time."

The person who came was Fuchang.

Zhang Fan wanted to make a joke, but saw that his smile was forced, as if he was squeezed out. He couldn't help but frown, and an unknown premonition surged into his heart.

"Senior Brother Fu, what happened?"

Fuchang did not answer when he heard this, but instead glanced at Ling'er with his eyes, as if he had pointed.

Ling'er seemed to feel something, her slender little hand twisted a corner, looking a little cramped.

Fuchang is not good for anyone to mention in front of outsiders. And what can make him perform like this in front of him is either a big deal in the sect or a matter about him.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan's face darkened, he looked out the door and spoke, "Come in!"

With his cultivation level, he naturally heard someone coming with Fuchang, but he just stayed outside the door and didn't come in.

"Yes, uncle!"

A female disciple came in and was about to salute, but was stopped by Zhang Fan.

"No need to be polite, take this little girl down and rest!"

After saying that, he turned to Ling'er and said, "Ling'er, you go to rest with this sister first, and uncle will come to see you tomorrow."

Seeing that Zhang Fan seemed to attach great importance to the little girl, Fuchang hurriedly ordered: Xiaofen, please don’t neglect your greetings.”

The two of them quickly withdrew, and in the huge room, only Zhang Fan and Fuchang were left.

"Senior Brother Fu, now I have something to say."

Zhang Fan said in a deep voice. At this moment, his unclear premonition became more and more obvious. It was certain that something must have happened to him.

"The one who came before was a sect envoy. My junior brother might also know him, and his name is Lin Sen."

"Lin Sen? Naturally, what did he do here?"

Zhang Fan asked in confusion. Lin Sen should be on the battlefield of Tianzhu Mountain at this time, so why would he have time to run to this Binhai market?

"He is here to find you, Beidi."

Fuchang sighed and said, "Senior Brother Zhuo Hao, Fellow Daoist, was on the battlefield of Tianzhu Mountain the day before yesterday."

"Fallen!"

Falling? Zhang Fan was stunned and looked at Fuchang in disbelief, but saw him nodding with a heavy expression. He had no intention of changing his words.

"Senior Brother, are you dead?"

Zhang Fan felt that he was not breathing smoothly for a moment. He seemed to be stuffed with a big rock on his chest, which made him breathless.

With a "click", a chair was cut off, with broken wood everywhere, and fire burning for no reason, instantly turning into ashes and dispersing, and no longer seeing its original appearance.

"Who is it?"

“Who did it?”

After a while, as if he had transferred all the oppression in his heart, a red light suddenly appeared in Zhang Fan's eyes and he roared angrily.
Chapter completed!