"Ning Fan, please go in."
After getting off the car, Qiao Fei stood at the door and looked at both sides of the street: "I'll wait for you here."
"Need not."
Ning Fan smiled and said, "Since we're here, let's go in together."
Qiao Fei frowned.
Ning Fan said calmly, "If Qi Huan really has any ill intentions, it would be useless for you to stay here."
Qi Huan knew what the strength of [Wild Dog House] was before.
If he really wanted to take action, he would definitely arrange for combat forces nearby that are several times more powerful than the [Wild Dog House].
Ning Fan believed that Qi Huan would give them this respect.
"Let's go."
Ning Fan was the first to enter the restaurant.
After hesitating for a moment, Qiao Fei slowly followed.
In the hall, Qi Huan sat alone at a round table filled with fine dishes, with several bottles of wine at hand.
Seeing Ning Fan and Qiao Fei come in one after another, Qi Huan's face immediately broke out into a smile.
"Brother Fan, Sister Fei, are you here?"
Qi Huan stood up, walked towards the two of them, and stretched out his hand, jokingly saying, "Should I call you Brother Fan or Sword God?"
"It's all the same."
Ning Fan shook hands with Qi Huan calmly.
Qi Huan's simple words seemed like a joke, but in fact...
He was reminding Ning Fan, I know your identity as the Sword God.
"Hahaha! Then I'll just call you Brother Fan. It's easier to say."
Qi Huan turned sideways and said, "Come, come and sit here. It's a pity that Brother Ben didn't come. I prepared a lot of chicken legs that he likes!"
Qi Huan enthusiastically led the two to their seats.
Looking at the table full of exquisite dishes, Ning Fan chuckled and said, "Isn't this too expensive? Can the three of us eat all this?"
"If you can't eat it, just throw it away! There's no shortage of food in Yefengkou!"
Qi Huan waved his hand generously.
The three of them took their positions.
"Brother Fan, how have you been doing recently?"
Qi Huan still had a smile on his face, and it was a bit more friendly: "To be honest, I've been thinking about you guys a lot these past few months."
"It's okay. You saw Sister Fei and I. We are all in good shape."
Ning Fan shrugged: "Brother Hui and Da Ben are also good."
"That'll do."
Qi Huan nodded slightly, hesitated for a moment, and opened his mouth.
"Yueyue...we'll bury you."
Ning Fan suddenly said softly.
Qi Huan trembled.
His eyes turned red instantly.
At the beginning, he completely collapsed because of Yueyue's death.
It was not until he arrived at Yefengkou that he regained some sanity.
Only then did I realize that Yueyue was still lying alone in that house...
"Thanks."
Qi Huan's voice was hoarse.
"I'm pitiful Yueyue, it has nothing to do with you."
Qiao Fei said indifferently.
From the beginning to the end, even though he knew that Qi Huan now had some background in Region E, Qiao Fei did not hide his disdain for him at all.
"I know."
Qi Huan tightened his nose: "But I should say thank you, I still have to say it."
"You've changed a lot."
Ning Fan looked at Qi Huan.
"yes."
Qi Huan sighed: "I even feel that, apart from the name, I have nothing to do with the previous Qi Huan."
"With Yueyue gone, my heart is dead too. I have nothing to worry about in this world."
"When I finally had nothing to worry about, I realized I wasn't so afraid of death anymore."
"After leaving F70, I didn't know where to go. I was thinking, 'Wherever I can go...I'll die there.'"
Qi Huan smiled sadly: "Anyway, no one cares whether a loser like me dies or not."
"But fate, don't you think it's evil?"
"When I was alive, I was in fear every day, feeling like I could die at any time."
"But when I finally stopped fearing death, I managed to survive in the wild every day..."
"At that time in the F70 area, I dreamed of making a name for myself and giving Yueyue a better life."
"Yueyue is gone, but I got this opportunity."
Qi Huan laughed and cursed: "Evil! It's so fucking evil!"
When Qi Huan was expressing his feelings, Ning Fan and Qiao Fei did not interrupt him, but listened quietly.
They knew that Qi Huan had been holding these words in for a long time.
Maybe even Qi Huan himself didn't know who to say these words to.
Strictly speaking, Ning Fan and Qiao Fei are not Qi Huan's friends.
However, the understanding and experience between each other made him the most suitable person for Qi Huan to confide in.
Qi Huan sniffed again, lowered his head and wiped his face with his hands.
"Sorry! I haven't even started drinking yet and I lost my composure."
Qi Huan swept his hand across the table: "Come, come, let's eat and talk."
As he spoke, Qi Huan stood up and poured a glass of wine for Ning Fan and Qiao Fei respectively.
Then he picked up his own glass and filled it up.
His eyes became sincere.
The crazy smile on his face also disappeared.
"Sister Fei, you don't have to hold the knife."
Qi Huan looked at Qiao Fei.
Qiao Fei's hand was always on the hilt of the Tang sword.
From the moment she came in, she had never hidden her guard against Qi Huan.
"Brother Fan, Sister Fei."
Qi Huan held up his wine glass and said, "No matter what our relationship will be tomorrow, right now... I really just want to reminisce with you guys."
He drank a full glass of wine.
"For this first cup, I want to thank Brother Fan for not killing me!"
"When we first met, you gave me a chance to live!"
Ning Fan didn't say anything.
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