Lord of the Desert

Chapter 49
"I don't know much about the authority of the Fate Star."

Hong Fan replied.

"But after seeing King Jingsha off, I did suddenly have the ability to control the sand."

As soon as these words came out, he noticed that both Hong Wu and Hong Li were slightly tense.

The so-called hearing is false, seeing is true.

"Is this potted flower important?"

Hong Fan glanced around, and finally landed on a pot of yellow flowers by the window.

Hong Jian understood the meaning and replied, "You can do whatever you want, it's just an ordinary bonsai transplanted from the garden."

"it is good."

Hearing Hong Fan's soft reply, the three of them stretched out their hands and made a move.

The flower pot two meters away trembled instantly.

Under the yellow flowers and green leaves, the wet soil quickly dehydrates into sand, separates all humus, and floats into the air.

When Hong Fan grasped it with five fingers, the ball of new sand was captured by the volley and swirled into a ball above his palm.

"Sure enough, it really is the Sand World..."

Witnessing this familiar supernatural power with his own eyes, Hong Li couldn't help murmuring.

Even Hong Jian, who was the most restrained, sighed softly at this time, with a bit of nostalgia in his eyes.

After the three elders confirmed it, Hong Fan pushed it smoothly, and the sand balls rolled back silently and fell into the basin without any mess.

"Okay, okay, Zulong and my Hong family are on good terms!"

When Hong Wu slapped his thigh, he was overjoyed at first, and then showed a trace of fear.

"It's such a big deal, nephew, why didn't you say it earlier?"

"This time entering the Golden Sea, if those sea flyers succeed, it will be..."

Hearing Hong Wu's words, Hong Li also tensed up.

"I heard that you used to go out of the city and into the mountains to practice alone?"

He asked with a frown, slightly apologetic.

"Back to Uncle, I didn't say it before, but I didn't intend to hide it."

Hong Fan cupped his hands and replied.

"It's just that this sand-controlling supernatural power was very weak when I first got it, and I couldn't be sure of its origin. I just thought there was something abnormal, so I dared to get acquainted secretly first."

"As for going out of the city to practice, the first is that I dare not show the world of sand to others, and the second is that my appetite is getting bigger and bigger. When I go to the mountains to practice, I can hunt along the way and save money."

Most of the contents of these few words are true feelings, but the key motive is slightly vague, so Hong Fan said it particularly sincerely.

There was silence again in the study.

Before deciding to summon Hong Fan, the people involved in the Hong family had re-understood this junior from many aspects.

So they know that the "hunting" and "saving money" in his words are all true.

There are even more truths that young people could and should have said, but they did not take the opportunity to say them.

This is exactly the criterion that Hong Fan has to handle.

"Hey, you are so cautious at such a young age, it can be seen that you have suffered a lot."

Hong Wu clenched his fist slightly and sighed.

He is the city judge of Jinhai City, responsible for arresting thieves, and has always had excellent observation skills.

From the "patriarch" that Hong Fan used when facing Hong Jian at the beginning, to the fact that he called himself "I" instead of his seniority when facing the three elders, he already had a judgment in his mind.

"The younger generation in the family had an abnormality. The first thing that came to mind was not to report to us elders, but to choose to carry it alone. This is our fault."

Hong Wu raised his head and said to his elder brother, the "we" obviously meant something.

On the other side, Hong Li also raised his brows together.

Hong Jian nodded heavily upon hearing this, and said, "This is my fault."

His voice was still rough, but compared to He Shengjie's, it was much less bloody and rusty.

After hearing his words, Hong Li and Hong Wu immediately calmed down.

"Fan Er, did you notice any changes when you came back this time?"

After Hong Jian admitted his mistake frankly, he asked again.

His tone was straight, and there was no difference in the kindness between father and son in the address.

Hong Fan knew what the other party was asking, and replied truthfully: "Since I came back, my combat power has increased, and I have broken through a new path compared to before I set off."

The three of them exchanged glances after hearing this, and each was excited.

"That's right, it was the same with Shocking Shagong in the past!"

Hong Wu clenched his fist into the palm of his hand and said anxiously.

"This time, it can be regarded as a blessing in misfortune."

He raised his glass and drank the tea in one gulp, then looked at Hong Fan.

"Since you brought the news back, the three families have been investigating separately, and last night they followed the clues and caught the ghost."

"People from the Chi family work in the caravan."

"The news of our operation was exchanged by him for 200 taels of silver—our people went a step too late, let this murderer hang himself, and finally failed to save him."

"It's cheaper for him!"

Hong Wu patted the armrest heavily.

He said these words very formally, not exactly an explanation from the elders to the younger generation, but rather an explanation.

Hong Fan nodded, but all three of them could see the unfinished meaning between his brows.

"Hong Fan, if you want to ask, just ask boldly, our Hong family can still handle things in Jinhai!"

Hong Li poured out the cold tea in front of the young man, and said calmly.

"Is it a holiday with Li Xingfa and Chi Yinglang?"

The Li Xingfa and Chi Yinglang mentioned by the old man were the two knights who attacked Hong Fan when they returned to the city.

"No, they just lost their robes and lost their temper in grief. How can it be called a festival?"

Hong Fan shook his head first, then asked.

"Our Liangzhou and the snake people have been attacking and killing continuously, and the blood debt has been piled up for hundreds of thousands of years."

"Now that Old Xingjun has passed away, is there no response from the snake man?"

This question exceeded the expectations of everyone in the study.

Even Hong Li couldn't have imagined that this disciple, who had just graduated from ethnology, had his field of vision fall here.

"Nephew, don't worry."

Hong Wu replied with a slight smile.

"A few years ago, Mr. Jingsha Xing went deep into the Snake Swamp, and the bones of those frontier settlements were broken."

"Now they are in civil strife, and five or six clans are at war; based on the current situation, there will be little threat in three to five years."

His original intention was to reassure his nephew.

But unexpectedly, Hong Fan used this to verify his conjecture, and took advantage of the opportunity to ask questions again.

"So our three families have been hearing from the snake man?"

These words are based on inherited memory.

All men, women and children in the Liangzhou frontier know about the multiple estrangements between the snake people and the Dahua people.

The first barrier is the Gimhae Desert, and the second barrier is language.

Due to the vocal organs, the snake people and the human race cannot learn each other's words—unless they are blood nobles among the snake people, or mid-to-high-level warriors among the human race.

Hong Fan's question not only silenced the three elders again, but also slightly changed their condescending attitude.

"The fate star is in place, it seems to have been picked..."

Hong Wu sighed, surprised at the keenness of the younger generation.

"Brother, my nephew is 'in the pocket of the cone, see the end of the stick'!"

On the other side, Hong Li also shook his head and smiled, raised his eyebrows, and signaled the boy not to let the second cup of tea he poured cool.

Seeing Hong Fan drank the tea in one gulp, he said, "What exactly do you want to ask, just tell me."

"Do we have business with the snake people?"

Hong Fan lowered his voice and finally asked the key point.

"Does the court know?"

One target.

The room fell silent.

Hong Wu held a cup of tea and seemed to be embarrassed—he was the one who said something just now.

As a rule, the three elders should reprimand them with the sentence "It's not something you should care about".

But Hong Fan is not someone else, he is the Xingjun bestowed by Zulong to the Hong family, and he has shown a heart that is obviously beyond his age.

After a while, Hong Jian broke the silence.

(End of this chapter)