Lord of the Desert

Chapter 242 The Red Faced God

"The red-faced god?"

Hong Fan thought back to Su Peifeng, his skin was neither black nor white, let alone red, and he couldn't understand the meaning of this nickname for a while.

However, he found that when several members of the first team mentioned this name, they were all somewhat awe-inspiring.

"This name has a background."

Yuan Xuesong's voice sank slightly.

"Su Peifeng has never been taken seriously in the clan. Later, he became a star of fate, and he has a problem of 'going crazy at the sight of blood'."

"He fought against people, and once he made a move, he killed people almost every time."

"I won't talk about those tactics. In short, every time the winner is decided, this person's face will be stained red with blood."

Hong Fan frowned.

"It is said that he was influenced by the fate star..."

Yan Yulin interrupted suddenly.

"Brother Hong, do you still remember that we asked you about fate star restraining soul and improving strength?"

He looked at Hong Fan.

"Since you are like this, he must be too."

"The so-called 'going mad at the sight of blood' may not mean that you really lost your mind, but just an excuse to be cruel!"

The streets were silent.

Yan Yulin made a soft voice, scaring away a few rats in the corner.

Before they knew it, the group had already walked half of the west city.

Yan and Yuan will continue to go south, and the others will go east.

Everyone bid farewell.

On the Xianzun Bridge, Zhan Yuanzi felt that the atmosphere became dull.

Only then did he realize that Lu Yunshi had been silent all the way since leaving Mingyue Tower.

Longbridge was quickly left behind.

Zhaori's Mansion is in the east, and Lu's Mansion is in the south. After crossing the bridge, the four should part.

Go east on the long street, at the first fork, no one turns right.

Passed the second fork.

At the third fork in the road, Lu Yunshi's footsteps were slightly chaotic, but he still followed.

Finally, Hong Fan stopped first in a quiet place on the street.

"Master Yun, if you go any further, you will arrive at Qinglian Lane. Is it possible that you want to stay at my house tonight?"

"You are used to life and death. How difficult is it to say a few words or not?"

he laughed.

Master Lu Yun's face became dry, and he could only speak, but his tongue was still tied.

"I……"

Under the moonlight, his face was flushed red, and it took him a long time before he could speak in full.

"I lost my head today and caused so much trouble for everyone..."

Hong Fan shook his head upon hearing this, and patted Lu Yunshi on the shoulder.

"Tonight we're going to talk about the big troubles, which round will get us?"

he reassured.

"The biggest trouble is obviously Bai Taiping. Don't talk about embarrassment or anything. If you lose your heart, you have to wear a hat for a few months, right?"

Zhan Yuanzi laughed out loud upon hearing this, and Lu Yunshi couldn't help but tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"The second biggest one should be Fengxu."

Hong Fan continued.

"I don't know how many beautiful women defeated Mingyue Tower to become Hua Yin, and I don't know how much effort was spent preparing for the Flower Appreciation Club..."

"Oiran is clearly about to climb to the top, but he is robbed of the limelight and ridiculed by Shen Tiexin. In the end, even the hydrangea balls are left aside and no one cares about them."

When he said this, he sighed.

"In the future, if someone mentions the Zhenghe 28th Xijing Flower Festival, the oiran will become a supporting role that is not worth mentioning."

Zhan Yuanzi was taken aback when he heard this.

"That's the truth!"

He and Bai Jiaci thought about it at this moment, and realized that Feng Xu was so miserable.

"Judging from the results, we alone have nothing to lose."

Hong Fan continued.

"You won the lottery of the oiran, and I won a great reputation."

As he was speaking, seeing Master Lu Yun's expression softened, he finally changed the subject.

"But what happened today, Master Yun still needs to be a warning."

Although his voice is light, his meaning is heavy.

"Actually, on Qifeng Mountain, when I rushed to the rescue, I still had the order to go up to the peak."

"The original words are 'If Master Lu Yun desperately wants to rescue people, you can take over the command of the first team with a token, and then wait for reinforcements'."

"The ancients said that if you can't bear it small, you can make big plans; this kind of thing must never happen again!"

As the night deepened, there was no one on the side street.

Under the moonlight, there are only four people and four shadows.

Lu Yunshi was silent for a moment, then heaved a long sigh.

"Teachable!"

He said solemnly, first bowed deeply to Hong Fan.

"Brother Zhan spoke uprightly tonight, and I will keep it in my heart."

After Master Lu Yun finished speaking, he bowed his hands to Zhan Yuanzi again.

In the end, he nodded to Bai Jiaci as a salute, turned and left, walking easily.

The sky is surrounded by silver and Han, and the shadows of clouds are far and dark.

The door of Asahi Mansion opened and closed.

The three of Hong Fan went back to their respective rooms, practiced and painted.

Everything was silent, only the croaking of frogs kept going.

In the wing room, Bai Jiaci was lying on the bed, unable to fall asleep, flashing back and forth the scene of tonight in his mind.

Lu Yunshi grabs the ball, Zhan Yuanzi scolds, Hong Fan makes a move...

Even Yan Yulin and Yuan Xuesong once fought against each other.

Only one person dared not move from beginning to end.

Bai Jiaci clenched his fists, he didn't want to think about it anymore.

But the mood can't stop.

The long night was long, and he sketched it over and over again.

Outline a Bai Jiaci who is exactly the same as her in cultivation, appearance, and family background, who can disregard power and power, and can be selfless...

until the nails are nailed into the palm of the hand.

Until the blood stained the straw mat under his body.

Outside the window, the cock crows three links.

It was clear.

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Seven days later, July fourteenth.

Just seven days after the Beginning of Autumn, the season is between heat stroke and the end of summer heat, and it is the hottest time of the year.

The busy farming season in Jinhai City is approaching, and all the clans are repairing their warehouses.

Early yesterday morning, Hong Pan led the caravan back from Xijing and entered the city together with Hong Lie and Hong Fu.

All sorts of trifles consumed the day.

Today's lunch, he took Hong She to meet Chi Zhuiyuan in the Golden Wind Tower, and then went back home to take a bath and change clothes.

Weishizheng ([-]:[-] p.m.), the study room of Xiongguangyuan.

Zhu Yi rides outside to guard.

The four of them got together, and except for Hong Pan, the other three were the current heads of Jin Hai's Hong family.

Hong Wu was dressed in a brocade robe and sat at the main seat.

Hong Sheng had a black beard, and his face was no longer visible.

Hong Li leaned back in the armchair, rubbing his thighs.

"The new garrison is named Hu Ang, and he has a three-in-one cultivation base."

Hong Wu talked about the current situation in the city.

"This person is proficient in military strategy, but he has a strong desire for power, so he doesn't get along well with Ah Cheng."

"Is there any hindrance?"

Hong Pan asked.

"It's not a hindrance, it's just a little unpleasant."

It was Hong Sheng who answered.

"In today's Jinhai City, if Hu Shoubei really wants to do something, he will inevitably rely on us."

He said lightly, with his back straight and sitting in a stable position.

"Everything is fine in the clan, there is nothing to worry about."

Hong Li took the words and waved his hands.

"It's mainly from Xijing..."

He paused and said casually.

"How's Hong Fan?"

"Brother Fan, everything is fine."

Hong Pan replied with a delicate expression.

"It's even too good to be true..."

"How to say?"

Hong Wu frowned, and his voice became heavier.

On the other hand, Hong Li thought of Hong Pan's seriousness when arranging the meeting, and sat up straight unconsciously, forgetting even the pain in his leg.

"I'm not saying irony."

Hong Pan immediately explained.

"I made a special trip back this time, and I really have something important to tell you—Brother Fan has started a business in partnership with another family..."

"Scare me for nothing."

Hong Li heaved a sigh of relief, took the teacup from the table, and leaned back on the chair.

"But the business is losing money?"

he asked casually.

"Not only did I not lose money, but I made a lot of money."

Hong Pan replied.

"Big profit? How big?"

Hong Sheng raised his eyebrows and asked back.

Hong Pan opened a hand to him.

"50 taels a year."

"net income."

A severe cough sounded.

It was Hong Li who drank a sip of water into his nasal cavity and almost rolled off the armchair.

(End of this chapter)