night.

Chi Fei sat on the edge of the bed, gazing out the window with a solemn expression.

Zhang Fan: "Go to sleep now, conserve your energy so you can fight tomorrow!"

Chi Fei asked worriedly, "Zhang Fan, if I die tomorrow, will you miss me?"

Zhang Fan: "No way!"

Chi Fei paused for a moment, then turned to look at Zhang Fan. Her clear, bright eyes were filled with tears, the silvery moonlight shining into them, making them appear dark and somber.

A pang of sadness struck her, and tears, like pearls, streamed down her face. Her voice was thick with emotion, "I understand."

Zhang Fan truly didn't care about her; she would be content even if he gave her just a small piece of his heart.

Zhang Fan: "So you have to live, so I can miss you."

Chi Fei suddenly looked up, her eyes filled with disbelief, her face still showing signs of sadness.

She quickly realized what was happening, her brow immediately relaxed, and her eyes suddenly lit up as if filled with stars.

Chi Fei rushed over, hugged Zhang Fan's neck, and kissed him on the cheek: "I'll miss you too."

Miao women's skirts are all low-waisted, while their waists are high-waisted, so that even the slightest movement will reveal their slender waists.

Zhang Fan's hand happened to be kneading Chi Fei's waist. Her skin was like solidified cream, as tender and smooth as freshly made tofu.

Chi Fei wiped away her tears and said coquettishly, "I thought I had no place in your heart at all. I was so sad just now. You're so annoying."

He said he hated it, but his body language didn't show any sign of it.

She clenched her small hand into a fist and gently tapped Zhang Fan's chest: "If you do this again, I won't talk to you anymore."

Zhang Fan gently pinched the soft flesh on Chi Fei's waist. Chi Fei felt both pain and tickle, and giggled, her voice as melodious as a silver bell.

Perhaps tomorrow's events are too grand for Zhang Fan to predict the outcome.

I don't know who will win or lose tomorrow.

However, even if he calculated that he would lose, he was still afraid, and he believed more in the power of human will to overcome fate.

It is about one mile away from the Miao region.

"Pah, this Zhang Fan is a real scoundrel. He actually managed to get his hands on the Miao Holy Maiden. He knows we're going to attack tomorrow, and he's still doing this tonight."

"He must have known this was the last night, the last time he would indulge himself."

"I don't know what the sect leader is afraid of. I feel like he miscalculated. I could kill such a nobody with a single palm strike."

"That kid seems to be at the Golden Core stage."

"So what if he's at the Golden Core stage? There are five of us, and every single one of us is at the Golden Core stage. He's only just advanced to the Golden Core stage. Do you think he can beat us?"

"Exactly, let him have his fun for one night. When the time is right, we'll wipe that kid out. Then the Miao Holy Maiden will be our plaything."

"There are so many Miao women, I want to have my way with them all. I'm ready to make my move now, why don't we just go for it?"

"Damn it, calm down. The sect leader said we'll move at 5 o'clock, so we'll move at 5 o'clock. That's our auspicious time."

"We'll be there in three hours. Hold on, the sect leader said we'll be the first to divide these women, so don't rush!"

Several men were laughing lewdly, and the sound was particularly lewd in the empty night sky.

Inside the room, Zhang Fan and Chi Fei were engrossed in their lovemaking, completely oblivious to the world around them.

A man swatted at a mosquito; "Damn it, Zhang Fan's been on drugs for hours!"

"My mouth is getting dry from listening to this. Three more minutes! Bear it! Bear it! Bear it!"

"3, 2, 1! Move out!" At the command, five men moved with lightning speed, like a gust of wind, heading straight for Chi Fei's room.

Their mission was to kill Zhang Fan.

The window was smashed open from the outside, and five men, weapons in hand, stabbed at the raised blanket on the bed with perfect coordination.

The blanket quickly went limp and didn't feel like a human touch.

Something's not right.

I pulled back the covers, and there was a pillow inside.

We've fallen for their trap!

They should have realized something was wrong when they entered the room and the shouting stopped abruptly.

A sharp whooshing sound came from the air, and the group immediately drew their daggers to block.

It was unclear what kind of hidden weapon it was, but after the dagger sliced ​​the object in half, it continued its attack without slowing down, heading straight for the group of people.

I thought I was sure I'd get hit this time, but when the thing landed on me, it only caused a little pain.

They reached out and touched him; he was not injured.

It turned out to be all bark and no bite.

The group breathed a sigh of relief and said disdainfully, "Zhang Fan, is that all you've got?"

"Whoosh—"

The lights came on.

Unaccustomed to the dazzling light, the group instinctively raised their hands to shield their eyes and squinted at each other.

This action left them with nothing, and by the time they reacted, their weapons had been taken away.

"Zhang Fan, you are so insidious."

"But I can't outsmart you guys. How did it feel after eavesdropping all night? I specially picked out this movie for you."

Zhang Fan pressed the recorder button, and when he pressed play, soft, seductive music started playing.

The suggestive voice made the Miao women in the room blush, and they couldn't help but look at Zhang Fan.

The only person who could probably make them make that kind of sound is Zhang Fan.

The members of the Heavenly Dragon Sect were ashen-faced and angrily said, "So you're just going to use this sound to humiliate us?"

Zhang Fan said coldly, "Of course not, it's just to make you die faster."

The Tianlongmen members were unconcerned and coldly said, "You think you can take me on?"

Zhang Fan looked at him coldly: "Me!"

Those eyes were arrogant and domineering, exuding a domineering air that seemed to look down on the world and look down on everyone else.

The powerful aura sent a chill down their spines.

Such a powerful aura at such a young age.

All five of them were Golden Core cultivators, the youngest of whom was over a hundred years old.

Realizing they had been intimidated by a little kid, a surge of anger rose within them.

"How dare this greenhorn spout such nonsense!"

"I'll make you regret your arrogance today!"

"Attack! Are you afraid of us five Golden Core cultivators?!"

As they spoke, the group circulated their spiritual energy and struck at Zhang Fan with a palm.

Zhang Fan didn't engage at all, bypassing the group and running away through the window.

"Trying to run? Don't even think about it!"

The group followed Zhang Fan out the window and chased after him.

Zhang Fan panicked and ran aimlessly around the village, not knowing which way to go.

The five members of the Heavenly Dragon Sect exchanged glances, all seeing disdain in each other's eyes.

"With this much guts, he dares to call himself the nemesis of our Heavenly Dragon Sect? That's hilarious!"

"The sect leader is being too cautious; we didn't even need to lift a finger today!"

"Quickly capture him, then tie up the Miao women and take them back. I haven't touched a woman in decades!"

Zhang Fan got tired and slowed down, and was surrounded by the five people.

"You're dead!"

The five men grinned maliciously and struck Zhang Fan with a palm strike.

"Pfft—" Zhang Fan was hit, and his body made a sound like a balloon deflating.

The five members of the Tianlong Sect were completely stunned by what they saw.