Yang Fan raised his eyelids and was startled.
That happened a few nights ago, at a celebrity dinner in Youzhou City.
The mysterious girl whose veil he took off.
Why...is she here?
"Haha! Master, here comes the debt collector!"
Hatsune Yuri's sweet and teasing voice could be heard from the Human Emperor Banner.
Upon hearing this, Yang Fan's face turned even greener.
I can't laugh at all.
Before.
Qin Zhan once told him about the Dahuang tribe.
If this masked woman is really a member of the Dahuang tribe.
That would be a big problem.
"I'm going to the bathroom."
Yang Fan was not in the mood to eat and planned to go to the bathroom.
Get out of here quickly.
"Sir, you want to run away now?"
In the distance, a mysterious masked woman called out to him.
Suddenly, the eyes of dozens of people at the scene were focused on the two of them.
Their intuition told them.
These two people... seem to have problems!
"Ahem! I just wanted to go to the bathroom. Why are you here?"
Yang Fan smiled awkwardly and sat back in his chair.
"Sister-in-law, what's going on with Brother Fan and Miss Xian'er?"
"Why do I feel like I'm not afraid of Brother Fan, but I'm a little afraid of Miss Xian'er?"
Young Master Cai stretched his neck and asked curiously.
"Children should not ask about adult matters."
Tang Xiaoman glared at Mr. Cai without explaining.
The atmosphere is somewhat dull and depressing.
The mysterious woman, whom Master Cai called Xian'er, came to an empty seat not far from Yang Fan and sat down.
"The reason I came here is naturally to look for you, sir."
Xian'er still had her face covered, and her beautiful eyes fell on Yang Fan.
The tone is gloomy.
"Well……"
The embarrassment on Yang Fan's face became even more intense.
For a moment, he didn't know how to respond.
"Sir, we met a few days ago."
"After so many days, you have nothing to say to me?"
Suddenly, Xian'er spoke again.
Her tone was gentle, like that of a newly married young wife.
Yang Fan looked at her and his scalp tingled.
If this fairy was tougher or had a bad attitude.
He doesn't care about anything.
The key point is that she spoke in such a gentle and soft tone as soon as she arrived.
It's really torturous.
It's not a good idea to leave, nor is it a good idea to stay.
well!
This matter... why does it feel like I was infected with love poison back then?
Is it exactly the same as Bai Wanqing's misunderstanding when she gave birth?
"It seems that you have already forgotten me."
"I came here for another reason. The Tianming Cult has set its sights on a girl."
"I wonder if that girl has any relationship with you, young master?"
Xian'er finished speaking quietly and stopped teasing Yang Fan.
Speaking of another thing.
"The Destiny Cult is targeting a girl?"
Yang Fan was stunned and remembered the end of the banquet that night.
Encountered the Destiny Sect.
That group of people is very evil!
It seems that he is not an orthodox cultivator, and is also different from an evil cultivator.
That’s right.
At that time, the group of believers threatened him and talked about the "Saint Lady".
"There seems to be something about that girl, which is why the Destiny Cult is targeting her."
"Qiao Xinyao?"
Yang Fan's face changed and he remembered something!
That night.
The group of members of the Destiny Cult showed up to ask him for something.
Yang Fan’s first contact with them started when Qiao Xinyao was being hunted.
That way, the whole thing would fit right!
"It seems that the young master knows that girl."
"Where is she?"
Yang Fan took a deep breath and asked hurriedly.
Despite this, Yang Fan killed Old Dog Qiao.
There was no conflict between him and Qiao Xinyao.
At first.
Not long after Old Dog Qiao died, Yang Fan dropped out of school and left.
She also dropped out of Shenxia College.
At this moment, she was in danger, so Yang Fan naturally couldn't sit idly by.
"Sir, if you promise me one thing, I will tell you where she is."
Suddenly, Xian'er stared at Yang Fan with fiery eyes.
The sudden look startled Yang Fan.
"It's definitely impossible to marry you."
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