Lord of the Desert

Chapter 118

Two days later, at noon on the 25th of the first month.

Gao Junxia kept his word, so he really sent out invitations and booked a room on the third floor of Tinghai Pavilion.

Considering that Hong Fan doesn't like socializing very much, he didn't call too many people, and just filled the ten seats of a round table.

Apart from the eight sons and young heroes, Zheng Fuqu and Chi Yiyue were also invited, so happy that Hong She patted Gao Junxia on the shoulder several times in a place where no one was around, as if he was a close brother.

At noon, which was not a festival or festival, Hong Sheng, Li Shenji and Ding Yushi, who were busy with their daily routines, naturally couldn't make an appointment.

Therefore, Hong Fan was the one with the highest reputation present.

Under the recommendation of Gao and Cui, he sat on the top of the middle.

Then Chi Xinchi and Zheng Fuqu sat on the left and right.

Nearly three months have passed since Hong Fan visited Tinghai Pavilion for the first time, and Miss Zheng and him have unknowingly reconciled.

The so-called politeness and rudeness are based on status.

After the bloody battle in Taishan, Zheng Fuqu stopped being angry with Hong Fan, but was a little cold when they met.

After the Battle of Hongduo Mountain, perhaps because the latter showed amazing fighting strength, or perhaps avenged her cousin's blood, Miss Zheng treated Hong Fan with extra solemnity, and she even admired Hong Fan a little bit.

Hong Fan was naturally happy to accept it.

A fifteen-year-old Bai Fumei is more than a round younger than him in terms of mental age.

How could he care about the bit of venomous discord before?
"Gao Dalang is the host today, we will respect Dalang first when we have a glass of wine."

Hong Fan played the first round without hesitation.

After pausing the wine glass, everyone saw that he moved the first chopsticks, and they were no longer polite.

Hong Fan had experienced too much of this kind of dinner party in his previous life, so he could easily dominate the topic and take care of everyone present.

Coupled with Cui Yutang's gags, the private room quickly became harmonious.

Picking a suitable time, the only member of the Li family present spoke to Hong Fan.

"Second Young Master Hong, when I was in the Golden Sea Desert, I was overwhelmed with grief and anger and said some nonsense."

His name is Li Xingfa, he is two years younger than Hong Lie, and he is the leader of the first team in Wudangqi.

When Hong Fan exposed Sand World for the first time, he was the one who took the lead to confront Hong Fan.

But the status of the two has been reversed now, and they are not the same.

"Today we'll use Boji to make amends to the Second Young Master."

Li Xingfa raised his glasses with both hands and said.

Hong Fan smiled when he heard the words, motioned for the waiter to pour the wine, and picked up the wine glass with one hand.

"Brother Li drinks as much as he wants, and he has to talk about old things that I can't remember clearly!"

The two reached out to clink glasses and drank to the brim, and they had already put aside their previous suspicions.

Yang Yingxun, who was sitting at the bottom, saw this scene in his eyes.

The Master of Feiyan Sect is only at the Chaos Realm, although he has some status in Feiyan Sect, but in the whole city it is hard to say that he is outstanding.

Today, I can respectfully accompany the last seat only because I have a good relationship with Gao Junxia, ​​so I was asked to be a fan.

After Hong Fan, Li Xingfa, and Hong Lie finished recalling the ambush, Yang Yingxun finally plucked up the courage to stand up and toast.

"I was lucky enough to see Mr. Hong's demeanor in the Broken Mountain Hall that day. Yingxun admired him in his heart, and he will never forget it."

"I didn't expect to be able to drink at the same table with the young master today. It is really an honor."

Although he was the person with the lowest status present, the flattery in his words still drew Zheng Fuqu's eyes.

Just when Yang Yingxun was embarrassed, the handsome young man sitting on the head got up with a wine glass.

This was completely unexpected to him.

"Gao Dalang and I are congenial, just like brothers with different surnames."

Hong Fan smiled gently.

"Since you are Da Lang's best brother, we are naturally close."

"Today is the first time at the same table, after that there will be a second or third time, but next time you want to toast, don't get up again."

Hearing these words, Gao Junxia's face was naturally flushed, and he got up to raise his glass to drink with him.

Yang Yingxun's face was even redder, and his hands were shaking so much that he almost spilled wine.

"Thank you son, it was Yingxun who took the liberty..."

After Hong Fan took the glass of wine, Yang Yingxun's smile suddenly became less restrained, and he was able to talk to the people at the same table.

A good feast, the host and guests enjoy themselves.

However, half an hour later, an unexpected visitor came.

The waiter outside the door was dismissed, and there were three relentless knocks on the door outside the private room.

Before Gao Junxia could ask a question, the door was pushed open.

Three people circled out from behind the screen in the porch, followed by a sweaty Tinghai Pavilion steward.

Among them, the first two are tall and muscular, and they look about [-] years old.

The third wears a scholar's crown and a sword at his waist.

"My friends in Jinhai, a certain Yuquan Quanhuarong, I'm bothering you."

The leading man stood still in front of the table and bowed his hands upwards.

Behind him, the other two also share their names: "Quan Yanghui (Lu Xingchao)."

The three names are like a sudden rainstorm that hit the room, extinguishing the fiery atmosphere on the wine table at once.

Such a battle made Chi Yiyue turn pale with fright; Zheng Fuqu raised her chin and stared viciously at the past.

"The three came here uninvited, but they still know how to salute. It's really rare."

Hong Fan leaned back in his chair meanderingly, glanced over the three of them, and met Quan Huarong's gaze.

Standing next to him, Hong She crossed his arms and said, "Gao Dalang, I've always heard that the price of your house in the Jinfeng Building is expensive, and this has forced a few of you to come here for alms?"

Being stabbed by the two members of the Hong family, the three visitors didn't care.

"It is indeed Quan who disturbed your good banquet."

Quan Huarong said, and turned to look at Tinghai Pavilion steward.

"You send someone to the upper room of the Jinfeng Building to collect the money for this table of wine and food, just report my name."

After waving away the person in the way, he looked at Hong Fan again.

"The three of us just arrived in Jinhai yesterday, and I heard that my brother was taught by the Hong family in the Golden Wind Tower three days ago, and that he had to serve food and drink for a few days."

"Today I heard that several of you are having fun here, but Quan has no choice but to repay this kindness."

"You are newcomers, but you have psychic eyes and ears."

Hong Fan said bluntly.

"It's about Li Maocai and Hong Ping, right? What do you want to say?"

"That's it."

Quan Huarong nodded and replied.

"My younger brother is not good enough, so he will be beaten as soon as he is beaten. He has no face to ask for compensation."

"But we brothers have to express something."

He said with his hands behind his back, his eyes staring at the audience.

"I came here today because I want to have a fight with you in the way of a martial arts practitioner."

"Win or lose, this matter is sold!"

After hearing this, Hong Fan laughed out loud.

"What a 'whether you win or lose, this matter is sold'!"

He slapped his palm on the table.

The desktop was undamaged, but the table was full of dishes and dishes suddenly jumped.

"When the little one gets beaten, the big one comes out..."

"If the older one gets beaten again today, will the older one come next time?!"

When he asked such a question, the three of them were at a loss for words.

"Master Hong, don't you dare?"

A moment later, Lu Xingchao pressed his sword to stimulate the general.

"Eat and drink enough, it doesn't hurt to digest food after a meal."

Hong Fan replied that he was not surprised that the other party recognized him.

If you want to calibrate him in Jinhai City, you don't need a second sentence of introduction-the most beautiful boy in the crowd is.

"If you want to fight, then you have to accept my lottery..."

(End of this chapter)