The opening saint broke into my backyard

Li Shilang was taken aback. What happened three years ago was vivid in his memory.On that day, he, his wife and daughter went to Lingguang Temple to worship Buddha and draw lots.

Everyone said that the lottery from Lingguang Temple was very accurate.Therefore, the incense is very prosperous there, and people go there to ask for lottery.

Li Linglong's autograph is the highest autograph, which is unspeakably expensive.The whole family was so excited that they couldn't sleep.

Li Shilang sighed and said: "Because of this, I can't let you marry a poor boy."

There was determination in Li Linglong's eyes: "Father, princes and generals, would you rather have a kind? The situation is complicated now, and the forces of all parties are ready to move. It is a good time to fight."

Li Shilang was shocked by his daughter's words.Originally, he had always regretted that he did not have a son, but now it seems that this daughter is more resolute than a man.The passion that had been suppressed in my heart began to stir again.

"Okay, since you are determined to do so. I am willing to play a game with you." Li Shilang is also an ambitious person, otherwise he would not have given birth to such an ambitious daughter.He nodded resolutely, how many times can one fight in life, if it is so plain to end his life, it is better to give it a go.

A person's ambition is always infinitely inflated. When he was a poor boy, he never thought that he could have a few days of glory.But after wandering in this position for more than ten years, he began to feel dissatisfied again.

When Zhuo Xiaofan returned to the inn, it was already late at night, he tiptoed into the room.However, the light suddenly came on.

The girl Lan Fenghuang just sat on the edge of the bed angrily.

"What's the matter? Who made you unhappy again." Zhuo Xiaofan wanted to make Lan Fenghuang smile.

"It's him, it's him." Lan Fenghuang pointed at Zhuo Xiaofan angrily.

Zhuo Xiaofan grinned: "I brought you the most delicious pastry in Dadu, try it while it's hot."

On the way back just now, Zhuo Xiaofan smelled a fragrance, and brought some for Lan Fenghuang to taste.

Normally, Lan Fenghuang would happily rush forward to taste these delicious pastries.

But this time Lan Fenghuang rushed over, not for the pastry, but hugged himself tightly: "I don't want you to be with that bad woman."

Zhuo Xiaofan felt a little strange when Lan Fenghuang embraced him so suddenly.

Something so soft, so elastic.

Wow, Zhuo Xiaofan has always treated Lan Fenghuang as a little girl, never thought that her pair of snow peaks are so well developed.

Zhuo Xiaofan didn't have any idea at first, but he couldn't stand the stimulation of something, and a certain part of his body changed.

Even if I was not careful, it was blocked where it shouldn't be placed.

Lan Fenghuang might have sensed something, and let go of his hand in embarrassment, and then sat aside with a blushing face, not knowing how to deal with himself.

Zhuo Xiaofan coughed in embarrassment, and he found some words to break the deadlock: "Actually, I just made friends with her. If I want to leave this ghost place, I have to rely on her."

"Really?" The innocent Lan Fenghuang burst into laughter suddenly.

"Really." Zhuo Xiaofan nodded.He knew that Lan Fenghuang was hostile to her because when she met Linglong during the day, Linglong's men almost beat her.

Although this Linglong is a bit arrogant, but there are also things that can be used.

"Okay, it's getting late, go to bed obediently." Zhuo Xiaofan yawned, he was tired after a day of tossing around, so he had to put the girl to sleep first.

Zhuo Xiaofan's ears moved suddenly, because he heard the sound of stepping on the eaves tiles on the roof.

He blew out the lights in Linglong's room.The room was suddenly dark.

In those days, the lighting depended entirely on candles, and once they were blown out, nothing could be seen.

He slipped out lightly, with a touch of his feet, he had already flown up to the eaves.

The man on the roof heard the movement, turned his head and ran away.

A silver needle in Zhuo Xiaofan's hand flew out, the man's leg went numb, and fell to the ground with a plop.

Zhuo Xiaofan flew down to the eaves, and lifted the black veil covered by the opponent.

It's you?

Zhuo Xiaofan frowned and said, this seems to be beyond his expectation.This person is Zhao Junhao who called him brother and brother in the inn today.

"Mr. Zhuo, listen to me." Zhao Junhao argued anxiously.

Zhuo Xiaofan put his hands behind his back: "Okay, I want to hear how you justify yourself."

Zhao Junhao said awkwardly: "Brother Zhao, if you trust me, let's talk in another place."

"Okay." The two came to the river not far from the inn.It's relatively quiet here, suitable for talking.

"The little brother walking with Brother Zhao looks too much like a person, so I was ordered to come and investigate the situation."

Zhuo Xiaofan frowned lightly and said, "Whose order did you follow?"

"This matter is too involved, please forgive me, brother Zhuo." Zhao Junhao said in embarrassment.

"Okay." Zhuo Xiaofan didn't force it, but Zhuo Xiaofan hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Do you want to say that this little brother who is walking with me looks like the queen of today."

Zhao Junhao was shocked, he looked at Zhuo Xiaofan suspiciously: "Mr. Zhuo, you actually know."

"I know far more things than you imagined. For example, you belong to the third prince." Zhuo Xiaofan's words made Zhao Junhao very surprised. This matter is extremely secret, how could he know?
Actually, this is just Zhuo Xiaofan's tentative speculation.

Zhao Junhao looked at Zhuo Xiaofan warily, and put his hand on the scabbard.

"Brother Zhao, don't worry, if I intend to report, you and I are not standing here and talking." Zhuo Xiaofan laughed dryly. In their era, they always liked to be called brothers, but who knows if behind this calling brothers, they will give Get yourself a knife.This afternoon, they just called each other brothers, but now they have to guard against themselves.