Lord of the Desert

Chapter 289: Meeting again and saying goodbye

An hour and a half later, Hong Fan landed outside Feiming City.

There are a few rich clouds floating in the sky.

The streams have thawed.

The roadside is covered with dying snow.

He fetched water from the stream and rested for two quarters of an hour.

When the sun was approaching the sky, Hong Fan took off again and flew straight into Feiming City.

From a high position, Washington is easier to find than expected.

Five hundred miles, two days and nights.

The fourth team traveled through the starry night and was already fighting among them.

Hong Fan hovered silently in the sky, like a vulture waiting to feed.

He was hit by a palm, a gun, and two knives successively. The wounds were aching, and his true energy was exhausted and recovered several times in two days.

But he had to take Hua An's life personally.

The golden gun danced around.

The speed is fast, but the power is fading.

Ye Xinghuo took advantage.

[If I were Ao Fuwei, I wouldn’t let the knife in my hand know too much. 】

Hong Fan thought.

He immediately flew down.

The speed quickly climbed from [-] kilometers per hour to over [-] kilometers per hour.

The atmosphere itself flows sideways, as sharp as a knife.

【Not enough...】

Hong Fan murmured in his heart.

The strong wind blew at the tip of his nose, and he had to breathe.

The strong wind hit his eyes, and he insisted on opening them.

The dive speed exceeded [-] kilometers per hour.

At this time, Hong Fan finally turned into a storm of freedom and was able to find relief from destruction.

The battle was interrupted by thunder falling from the sky.

Ye Xinghuo left in an emergency and watched the golden sand ball hit his opponent.

After a loud noise, he felt Hua An's breath disappear.

"Hong Fan?"

After the yellow sand dispersed, Ye Xinghuo looked at the uninvited guest who was kneeling on the ground with blood dripping from his nose, and hesitantly asked.

"it's me."

Hong Fan replied, standing up shakily.

There have been more than a dozen new deaths in the mansion, and Hua An, who is in the realm of harmony between heaven and man, has just been added.

The sand world suddenly plundered a lot of life, making the Dragon Soul Tree very "joyful".

"Brother Hong, this is against the rules."

Ye Xinghuo frowned.

After confirming the identity of the visitor, the fourth team took off their guard.

"All the heads and martial arts are yours, I don't want anything."

Hong Fan said.

Ye Xinghuo choked and stopped talking.

Both father and son of the Hua family died, and there was no resistance left.

He gave him a wink, and his companions dispersed inside the house, presumably to do some searching.

Hong Fan turned around and headed towards the main entrance.

"Where are you going?"

Ye Xinghuo shouted.

"Go back to Xijing."

Hong Fan said without looking back.

"What number is this?"

Ye Xinghuo asked again.

"the fourth."

Hong Fan replied.

"The fifth one is not going?"

ask.

"It's too late. Sanxi County is due south of Xijing, and Qinghuai City is due north."

answer.

"I can't catch up..."

Hong Fan passed by the big cypress tree in the front yard and felt hard to describe when he thought of the scene he had seen in retrospect.

He walked into the street and left the city.

Wearing red silk clothes and covered in blood, no one dared to stop him.

There are many people on the official road.

Hong Fan then left the official road and stepped onto the field ridge.

The streets are straight.

Winter wheat strives to turn green.

Hong Fan walked with his head lowered. When the road narrowed into a thin line behind him, he felt a slight chill on the tip of his nose.

He looked up and saw the drizzle of early spring falling from the sky like threads, covered with the remaining snow of late winter.

Then they melt together.

Hong Fan was forced to look at this scene, and was quickly shocked by the despair in it.

He couldn't help but sing sadly.

“How many people in the world are like this?

For example, spring rain meets winter snow.

We will meet again tomorrow,
Then we said goodbye again..."

After singing a few lines, Hong Fan sobbed in pain and couldn't help crying.

The sky is open and the earth is vast.

The fields are surrounded like a prison.

He looked for a general direction in a daze and staggered away like a lost dog.

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Xijing is located southeast of Feiming City.

Hong Fan walked five hundred miles without sleep for three days and three nights.

He crossed the river that blocked the road, crossed the unknown mountains, caught in the rain, and was quickly dried by the sun.

By the time he reached the north gate of Xijing City, he was so dirty and smelly that passersby avoided him.Hong Fan successfully entered the city by relying on the bright red cloud pattern mixed with blood on his silk clothes.

At this time, his Ren channel had been opened to [-]%.

At the beginning of Shenshi on the [-]th day of the first lunar month (three o'clock in the afternoon), Hong Fan returned to the entrance of Qinglian Lane.

Looking diagonally in from here, you can see the two magnificent stone lions of Asahifu.

Hong Fan stopped and suddenly had many thoughts in his mind.

Zhan Yuanzi is indifferent, free and easy.

Among the people in the second team, he was the most compatible with me.

Therefore, when Ye Zhan asked about the possibility of opening the coffin and raising the body, Hong Fanneng answered without hesitation.

He was sure that Zhan Yuanzi would not care about these red tapes in order to take revenge.

But now?

When his hands were stained with the blood of many innocent people in the Duan family.

Is Zhan Yuanzi still willing to take such revenge?

Hong Fan thought about it, but he didn't dare to enter Chaori Mansion.

After standing there for a moment, he turned around and left, causing everyone on the street to disperse. Only five or six children followed him, holding their noses and laughing.

Hong Fan wandered aimlessly and soon left the east side of the city.

After an unknown amount of time, he found himself in the south of the city.

Just across the street is Bai Jiaci's new residence.

The door is open, which means someone is there.

Hong Bum went over and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?"

A lark-like voice asked from a distance.

Immediately a young lady came out.

Wearing a light green dress, her steps were light, and she had a concentric bun on her head.

It's Hongli.

She first smelled the stench of blood and rot, and then saw the person standing at the courtyard gate.

The black and red clothes were mixed with knife marks and brown lumps, and the bottom lines were almost invisible.

His eyes were bloodshot and his lips were chapped.

Hongli screamed.

"what are you doing?"

She asked tremblingly, holding on to the wall.

But Hong Fan's protruding face washed by the rain quickly made Hongli react.

"Master Hong?"

She asked in a low voice, unable to believe that the person who once defeated the enemy with a single sword in Mingyue Tower and was carrying the sky and moon turned into what she looked like before her.

Following his wife's scream, Bai Jiaci came out from behind.

Seeing Hong Fan, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ye Xinghuo and the others are back, and you haven't seen anyone yet. Everyone is very worried!"

He forced a smile and complained, obviously knowing everything.

"Are you walking back here?"

Bai Jiasi looked at his teammate's worn boots and asked.

Hong Fan nodded silently.

The three entered the house.

"Drink water first?"

Bai Jiaci scooped water from the vat with a ladle and handed it over.

Hong Fan drank it all in one gulp.

Ladle and drink again.

Three scoops in a row.

After drinking water, Bai Jiaci asked Hongli to go out to buy clothes, while he chopped firewood, boiled water, and prepared a bathtub.

This bath lasted half an hour and I used up four tablets of white soap.

The clothes he changed were burned directly as firewood, and black smoke was emitted.

By the time Hong Fan put on the newly bought clothes, cloth and boots and returned to his usual appearance, it was already dark.

The three of them had dinner together.

The meals are all made from red lychees, two large basins and one small bowl, all with meat and vegetables on top of the rice.

Hong Fan didn't say anything, and Bai Jiasi didn't ask.

It wasn't until a large bowl of food was eaten in silence that Hongli spoke.

"Is the food I cooked to your liking?"

she asked with a smile.

Hong Fan was taken aback when he heard this.

"Very good, the chicken is cooked very tender."

Both Baihong and his wife laughed.

Hong Fan also laughed.

After dinner, Bai Jiaci saw Hong Fan off at the intersection.

"Ao Fuwei, Ao Zhiji, Ao Zhixian."

Hong Fan read the three names again.

"Anyone on sight will be killed."

He said definitely.

Bai Jiasi nodded.

Hong Fan added: "From now on, I will send you four marrow-cleansing pills every month."

Bai Jiaci was stunned for a moment, opened his mouth to speak, then stopped, and finally nodded.

"I'm back, you stay."

Hong Fan cupped his hands and turned to leave.

Then he was pulled by Bai Jiaci.

"Hong Fan, Li'er is cooking braised fish tonight."

He said.

"what?"

Hong Fan slapped his forehead and smiled.

"I'm sorry!"

This smile was finally genuine.

(End of this chapter)