Lord of the Desert

Chapter 240 Iron Heart
Then, a heavy step on the stage.

When the ripples are stimulated, they become raging waves!
The world slowed down.

The water curtain is suspended like a curtain, and pearls are scattered, reflecting the fire and moonlight.

In the silence.

Only Huanglong is the one who is running like lightning!

Bend your elbows and stare.

Lock wrist, fly cut.

Bai Taiping's heart felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and the barely formed defense had not yet formed, and was already intertwined with the light of the sword.

The wind whistling rose from the ground, blowing the lanterns on three sides and rolling over the eaves of the eight-story building.

Hong Fan stood facing the river, his body was as long as a wall, with the moon on his back.

The golden knife dissipated at the fingertips.

The water curtain returns to the river canal.

click.

A black shadow fell to the ground.

Everyone looked intently, but it was a large bundle of hair twisted by hairpins.

The severe pain awakened Bai Taiping from the frozen sense of danger.

He stroked his temples, the hair was still there, and touched the top of his head again, but his hands were bright red.

Only then did Bai Taiping realize that he had been scalped by the knife just now.

After snapping his fingers, loud laughter came down from upstairs.

"This this……"

Bai Taiping's lips trembled, the humiliation in his heart was indescribable.

On the contrary, Jiang Wenbo, who had lost his beloved sword, felt inexplicably relieved when he saw the unshakable Mediterranean below.

The quicksand is like the wind, returning to each potted plant, and mixing with humus for the second time.

"What a noble and elegant demeanor, I've seen it!"

Hong Fan turned around and cupped his hands, smiling.

"Go back and pour more water into the flowerpot, you won't die."

He casually explained to Feng Xu on the sidelines, and prepared to end.

Then he was stopped by a hysterical roar.

"Don't go, you haven't won yet!"

It is Bai Taiping.

Hong Fan looked back at him, then pointed to the hair on the ground.

The meaning is clear.

The knife just now could cut off the hair bun, and naturally it could also chop off the neck.

"Hair is hair, scalp is scalp!"

Bai Taiping clenched his fists and said in a trembling voice.

"My Bai family handed down the Rock Code, the strongest..."

"You just hit the vital point with the knife just now, and I may not be fine!"

he argued.

Hong Fan smiled and shook his head.

"well!"

He stopped and walked back to Taichung.

"I have a word first. I ranked 542 on the list of evils. I practiced "Tie Xi Yan" to the realm of sympathy between heaven and man. When I was doing my best, I was the first one."

Hong Fan said loudly.

Bai Taiping is white.

"If you refuse to accept it, we will do it again."

"This time I will cut off your neck."

"If you die, I will leave the coffin; if you are not dead, we will fight again!"

Hong Fan pulled out a stream of sand from the bottom of the stage and condensed it into a blade.

Bai Taiping's face turned blue and white, his lips were murmured, and he couldn't speak.

"What? Scared?"

Hong Fan raised his chin slightly.

"Pretending to be deaf and dumb at this time?"

"In this way, if you say 'scared' now, you will lose."

"Otherwise, you will stretch your neck and cut me off!"

The golden knife pointed forward, shouting and asking like thunder.

Bai Taiping was heartbroken.

When the whole building was silent, there was a mocking sound from upstairs.

"On weekdays, I always compare myself with Ao Zhiji in terms of words and deeds, but in the end I was defeated by a man with all four veins..."

"If I were you, why would I stay away? Tonight I'll find a beam to hang from, so as not to embarrass Mr. Bai!"

The voice is soft, sharp and bright, like the finest brocade.

But the contempt in his tone even reached the point of arrogance.

Hong Fan looked up and saw that the gauze curtain of the left-wing seat on the fourth floor was lifted by a bare hand, revealing a slim figure.

This is a beauty.

The unique, snow-white beauty who stunned him.

At the age of eighteen or nineteen, with a stature of 1.8 meters, he is only less than an inch shorter than Hong Fan.

Hair like white silk, skin like snow, clothes like white clouds.

In the plain, only the eyes are as black as ink, and with a light glance, they can see directly into the bottom of people's hearts.

For a while, I don't know how many children of the aristocratic family wanted to give up their lives to be the white pearl hairpin next to her ear.

[Where is this snow elf from? 】

Hong Fan unknowingly lowered the sand knife.

He saw many AI beauties in his previous life, but none of them could compare.

Bai Taiping, who was still dead just now, heard this sound and saw this person, sobbed and spat out blood, completely ashamed, and ran away.

Behind the white beauty, there was another laugh.

Hong Fan looked carefully and saw that there were two other people accompanying him during the banquet.

One is a girl who is covering her mouth and snickering, with black hair and red lips, winking eyes like silk, and exaggerated curves.

The other is a young man, tall and strong, with a high nose and deep eyes, and a cheek that is like a knife and an axe.

Hong Fan looked at him, and the sand world in the upper dantian immediately sensed it.

It was the restlessness from earlier.

[This person is the same as me, in charge of the life star! 】

A clear understanding rose in Hong Fan's heart.

"Sister Shi is here too?"

A male voice sounded from the fourth floor.

It was Liu Xingxian, who had been watching the theater all the time, leaning on the railing with both hands, ingratiating and greeting.

"What, do you have an opinion?"

The white beauty replied with raised eyes.

"Oiran, you can see it, but I can't?"

These words were provocative, but Liu Xingxian was not angry at all, instead showing weakness.

"How dare, how dare! Brother Yu was just thinking, if Shimei wants to come, why should she tell me, isn't it better to sit in the middle of the line?"

He apologized with a smile.

"Hmph, if I want to take the lead, how can it be your turn?"

The white-haired girl asked back.

Liu Xingxian made fun of himself and shut up.

Then, the woman looked at Hong Fan.

"Are you from Jinhai?"

she asked.

"Exactly."

Hong Fan replied.

"Hey, he came from a small place, but he looks handsome."

The white-haired girl showed her face and smiled, seeing that many people were attracted to each other.

Then she added another sentence.

"Your face is no worse than Feng Xu."

The sons of the aristocratic families laughed when they heard the words.

Hong Fan also laughed, but he was not annoyed.

"Thank you for your praise, girl!"

"In terms of appearance alone, I am far inferior to you, and you are three points more beautiful than Fengxu!"

The whole place was silent.

The girl on the fourth floor was taken aback, and Feng Xu under the stage turned pale.

From Liu Xingxian to Jiang Wenbai, everyone's expressions were slightly terrified, as if they were worried that this girl would get angry.

Seeing this, Hong Fan felt hesitant.

The performance of everyone before may have been due to their beauty and admiration for Ai.

But now it can only come from a powerful family background.

Hong Fan realized that this white-haired girl was probably "that aunt" that Yuan Xuesong was talking about.

But he wasn't flustered.

In the early days today, one is not wanting Zhan Yuanzi to be injured, and the other is to defend Tiqi's honor.

No matter how rich he is in Xijing, he can't be touched just because of the quarrel.

"you do not know me?"

The white-haired girl was not angry, but rather curious.

"do not know."

Hong Fan shook his head.

"what."

The girl smiled and stared down.

"My name is Shen Tiexin, and I'm the granddaughter of 'Wanzhang Ningbing' Shen Maye. Do you know that you're afraid now?"

The Shen family is the number one family in Xijing, even before the Liu family.

Hong Fan, the famous name of "Wanzhang Ningbing", has also heard of it - he is ranked 31st in the land list, and he is also regarded as the top among heavenly beings.

"Erya Shiqin" has a saying: The son of a son is a grandson, the son of a grandson is a great-grandson, the son of a great-grandson is a great-great-grandson, and the son of a great-great-grandson is a great-grandson.

The grandson is the sixth generation.

But Hong Fan remained indifferent.

"I don't know what should I be afraid of?"

He asked flatly.

"You are not only outstanding in appearance, but also in personality!"

Shen Tiexin gave a compliment.

"How can I be the only one in this building?"

Hong Fan laughed long.

"My Shanchang's "Vitality Runner" is ranked second in the heavenly list, and the Liangzhou admiral's "Tianji Hengduan" is ranked 59th in the local list."

"This doesn't affect Jiang Wenbai, Young Master Jiang looks down on our Martial Arts Academy..."

The sound was loud and clear, and it went with the wind, and it actually floated halfway across the river.

Jiang Wenbai's face turned green and his fingers trembled, as if he had been poisoned.

Just like Hong Fan didn't think that the ancestors of the Shen family would take action because of Shen Tiexin's disobedience, Young Master Jiang also knew that neither Guan Qimai nor Xu Guinian (the admiral of Liangzhou) would trouble him for such a shitty matter.

But when he returns home today, a family meal is inevitable.

Shen Tiexin just laughed when he heard the words.

"It's eloquent."

She stopped talking, lowered the curtain, turned and left the table.

PS:

Many readers must expect daily content to be like today.

But the refreshing feeling does not only come from the protagonist's costume, but also from the foreshadowing of the environment and the depression and pulling of emotions.

Without the character description since Liu Xingxian got off the car, the effect of slapping the face would be much worse.

Without the architectural design and explanation of Mingyue Tower, the final description of Shunbu Yidao would not be able to come out.

Each volume is newly opened, and it takes time to lay out the background and introduce characters—the first volume of this book is not finished yet, and there are already dozens of character lists.

Now that the second volume is written, there is no basis for exerting force.

(End of this chapter)