Kneeling and begging the host to be accepted [Quick Transmigration]

"Who?" Hei Ying yelled, quickly turned and retreated, folded his hands on his chest, put on a combat posture, and looked towards the place where the sound came from.

"It's you!" Under the moonlight, the appearance of the visitor was clearly visible, it was the boy who lived in the guest room of the restaurant during the day.

Still wearing the coarse linen clothes, still looking like a fairy in the picture, but it looks so weird in this night.

"Qianren Pavilion has fallen to such an extent? I need to trouble you, old man, to come out and pick up the task in person." Fan Yuan sighed with feigned regret, flipped his hands, and made a strange gesture.

Qianren Pavilion was built more than 30 years ago. It has no specific stronghold, but only provides missions and delivery rewards for unorganized free killers, just like a middleman.

At that time, the blue smoke floating in the west of the city was an insect called Qingyan raised by Qianren Pavilion.

When these insects fly up in groups, they look like a wisp of smoke from a distance, and are specially used by Qianren Pavilion as a communication tool for killers.

It was precisely when Fan Yuan saw the green smoke that he came here.

At the beginning, when he was still aloof and crazy, he was a freelance killer, even when he received deals in Qianren Pavilion, he had many encounters with this person in front of him, and he even knew the true identity of this person.

"Who are you?" The black shadow's old voice intervened a bit, and the two eyes that were exposed outside the masked black scarf stared at Fan Yuan.

This person can say such words and know that gesture, he must know Qianren Pavilion very well, and he seems to know who he is, but he has never seen this person.

Hei Ying clasped his weapon with his hands tucked into his sleeves, and looked suspiciously at the boy in front of him.

"As the founder of Qianren Pavilion, have you forgotten that you set the rules in the pavilion yourself?" Fan Yuan took a step forward, and his aura suddenly rose with this step, even stronger than before, and he was forced The man in black's complexion changed.

The rules in Qianren Pavilion do not ask about status, only business.This is indeed a rule he made, but how does this person know his identity?

"Do it!" The man in black was startled, suddenly shouted loudly, his figure flickered, and he floated towards Fanyuan like a ghost, and the dagger in his hand drew a bright silver line in the darkness.

At the same time, another black shadow crashed in from outside the window, raised his hands, and threw a hidden weapon towards Fanyuan like a goddess.

After throwing out the hidden weapon, the black figure didn't stop, stabbing out with a sword in his hand.

Just as the weapons fell one after another, faint smoke rose from around Fan Yuan's body with a "Puff!", and the weapons of the two men in black fell to nothing, and the scattered hidden weapons also shot on the ground.

Startled, the two of them took a closer look.

The smoke dissipated, and the place where the boy stayed was empty.

"Where are people?" Weird, too weird.

The two turned their heads and looked around, but they didn't see a single figure.

"I'm just here to take the order." Not paying any attention to the sneak attack of the two, Fan Yuan stood behind the two incognito, and suddenly stretched out his hand to tear off the black scarf on the face of the first man in black.

An old face with a mustache appeared, but it wasn't the old man Zhang who commented on storytelling in the restaurant.

The old man Zhang was shocked, he only felt a gust of wind blowing in front of him, and in a blink of an eye, Fan Yuan was standing not far in front of him, holding his black scarf in his hand.

"I'll take this order." Fan Yuan pointed to the note in Old Zhang's hand.

It can be said that this body is almost penniless now. If it weren't for the little silver from those dead people, he didn't even have money to stay in the hotel. He needed silver, otherwise he wouldn't be here at this time. Came here to take orders, ready to make a ticket and earn some silver taels.

But I didn't expect to meet an old acquaintance.

"The rules of Qianren Pavilion are not allowed to grab orders." Old man Zhang clenched the note tightly, staring at Fanyuan with a pair of small triangular eyes: "And who are you? As the founder of Qianren Pavilion, I have Qualification inquiry."

"Old guy, but it's only been... 20 years since I saw you, so you don't recognize me?" Fan Yuan originally wanted to say that he would not see you for a few years, because he was forced to travel by the system. I didn't have much time, and it felt like I left this world not long ago, but I didn't expect that it would be more than 20 years after I came back.

The old man Zhang was taken aback.The crazy attitude of the young man in front of him really resembles a certain guy, but that guy has been dead for 20 years.

"Are you... cold and crazy?" Zhang old man expressed his guess hesitantly.

Fan Yuan nodded.

"You didn't die? Where have you been all these years? How did you become this virtuous? Have you learned the disguise technique? Have you practiced the bone shrinking technique? Are you rejuvenated?" Old Zhang's eyes widened , let out a strange cry, and asked several questions in one breath.

He knew that this guy would not die so easily.

"It has nothing to do with you." Fan Yuan replied indifferently.

"Fuck! How dare you say that it has nothing to do with me!" Old man Zhang couldn't help but swear, and cursed: "Since that lunatic became the leader of the martial arts, he has been dealing with Qianren Pavilion, saying that I have worked so hard to build it. The Qianren Pavilion who got up is the accomplice of you, the devil..."

"Isn't it?" Fan Yuan asked indifferently, choking old man Zhang's old face flushed red.

"Don't talk nonsense, give me the list." Seeing that the old man stopped talking, Fan Yuan stretched out his hand to him again.

"It's just a small task, not much money." The old man Zhang was choked by Fan Yuan's words, he opened his mouth for a long time before he could say a word, and reluctantly handed out the note with the task written on it with shaking hands .

Ever since Qiu Wuwu became the leader of the martial arts alliance, his life has become increasingly difficult, and now even business is very difficult.

"Heh, I can actually be worth ten gold." Fan Yuan took the note and unfolded it casually, taking a look under the moonlight.

Lin Mushuang, ten gold medals.Room No. [-], Xuanzi, Yicheng Restaurant.

The ten or so simple words on the note fell into Fan Yuan's eyes, and a faint smile appeared on his face.As soon as he came to this town, someone was watching him. It seemed that this body was in serious trouble.

The old man Zhang looked at the smile on the face of the person in front of him, and couldn't help feeling a little numb.Why does this smile look so pervasive?

And what does this sentence mean?

The old man Zhang thought hard for a while, and suddenly realized that he almost jumped out of anger.

Did someone actually place an order to assassinate this guy in front of him?Spicy next door!He almost took the order.

Is this guy so easy to kill?Ten gold rewards!Save yourself and buy a coffin!

"Grandson, let's go!" The old man Zhang waved to another man in black with an angry look on his face, walked around Fanyuan and walked outside the stone house: "I've given you the list, don't say that I have been here."

But the man in black didn't move, his eyes were fixed on Fanyuan.

A small flame ignited in Fan Yuan's palm, turning the note into ashes, and glanced at the man in black who had been staring at him just now.

"Is something wrong?"

"Are you really cold and crazy? The number one killer in the world is cold and crazy?" The man in black took off his black scarf, revealing an ordinary face, but it was the young man named Zhang Ergou.

"My name is Fan Yuan now." Fan Yuan frowned, why did his previous name sound so unpleasant to his ears.

"Eh? You actually changed your name?" The one who spoke was the old man Zhang who came back after seeing that his grandson hadn't followed.He looked at Fan Yuan with a strange face, and looked him up and down again: "Aren't you very curious about your name before? Are you willing to change it?"

"There is nothing to be reluctant about." Fanyuan replied calmly, his eyes fell on Zhang Ergou, but he said to the old man Zhang: "I never knew when you had a grandson, didn't you even have a wife and son? No?"

"Didn't you give this kid to me? You don't even remember!" Old Zhang said angrily.

"Xing Qi is very grateful for being saved by you." Zhang Ergou, or should be called Xing Qi, did not wait for Fan Yuan to ask again, and saluted and said: "23 years ago, my mother and I were hunted down by Yan Zihua, My mother was killed to protect me, if you hadn't appeared in time and killed Yan Zihua, I would have died long ago..."

After he said this, Fan Yuan remembered that incident.

He just happened to accept the task of killing that person, if not, how could he meddle in other people's business.

But this kid who escaped with his life would follow him like a little tail, which annoyed him very much.

At that time, he was meeting Die Fei, that sympathetic woman, so he couldn't kill this kid, so he could only throw him to Qianren Pavilion. Unexpectedly, after many years, this kid not only didn't die, but even started to kill him. The way of the killer.

"I can only kill people." Fan Yuan sneered, turned and walked out of the stone house... the night passed.

Early the next morning, someone knocked on the door of Fanyuan's room.He changed his clothes, and when he opened the door, he saw Xing Qi from yesterday standing at the door with a plate of steamed buns, with a smirk on his face: "Good morning, Mr. Fan, I brought you breakfast."

Seeing him like this, who would guess that this guy is actually a killer?

Fan Yuan saw that he seemed to have something to tell him, so he let him into the house.

Xing Qi walked in with the steamed buns, closed the door smoothly, put the steamed buns on the table, picked up one, broke it open, and took out a note from inside.

Fan Yuan took a look, and immediately looked serious: "Where did you get this news?"

"In addition to being the middleman of the killer, Qianren Pavilion is also engaged in intelligence business." Xing Qi looked at Fan Yuan and said seriously: "If you want to seek revenge from Qiu Wuxin, I can cooperate with you."

"Qiu Wuwu..." Fan Yuan recited the name, recalling the battle of Juegu back then.

At that time, if the system Jun Fansheng hadn't bound Fanyuan by mistake, the person who died would not know who it was.

It's just that Fan Yuan didn't hold any resentment about it.

In his mind, the law of the jungle is the truth, and those killed can only blame themselves for being too weak.

He kills, because he is stronger than the other party, he will not have the slightest sense of guilt.

If he was killed, it meant that the other party was stronger than him, and he would not hate the other party.

Even though Qiu Wuyi seems to be inferior to him in strength, but he is dead, and Qiu Wuyi is still alive and well, and even became the leader of the martial arts respected by thousands of people, even if he relies on the emptiness of luck, in the eyes of Fan Yuan It is also a manifestation of strength.

And this Qiu Wuwu is really not easy. In 20 years, he not only became the leader of the martial arts, but also secretly controlled the Demon Cult. No wonder Baihua Villa colluded with the Demon Cult.

Fan Yuan didn't want to die, so he wanted power, wanted to become stronger, so powerful that no one could hurt him, no one could beat him.

Now that this body is so fragile, it makes him even more eager to find his own body.

And Qiu Wuyi is the last person who has contact with him, so can he start from Qiu Wuyi to inquire about his body's whereabouts?