Killing the King and Shafeng: Miss Seven

Fan Xinghe was completely defeated, he couldn't laugh or cry: "You can rely on it, but the old man has to give the Eighth Prince a little face."

"Uh! Old ancestor, you won't sell me out?" Fan Tianluo immediately widened her eyes.

"Sold you? My ancestor was afraid that you would sell me, my ancestor." Fan Xinghe chuckled. He really liked this cunning and clever offspring from the bottom of his heart.

Fan Tianluo scratched her head and said, "Then what face does the old ancestor want to show the Eighth Prince?"

"Actually, it's not difficult, but the Eighth Prince wants to practice with you." Fan Xinghe said lightly.

Fan Tianluo was stunned and said: "Why? He can't come here to experience himself?"

Fan Xinghe shook his head with a wry smile and said: "The old ancestor doesn't know what he means, but since the Eighth Prince wants the old man to save face, then you can reluctantly let him follow for a month."

"Old Ancestor, you are so unscrupulous. If you are asked to give face, you will give face! Are you a dignified master of the country? If you don't want to, then can the old man still force you?" Fan Tianluo thoroughly was defeated.

The corners of Fan Xinghe's mouth twitched, his handsome face twisted, he watched Fan Tianluo scold him and then sighed: "Girl, you can just treat the old ancestor as a favor, the old ancestor owed the Eighth Prince a favor, this time we finally have a chance Still dropped."

"Oh? What's the matter? Is there anything that you, the ancestor, can't do?" Fan Tianluo suddenly became curious.

"What's this called? My ancestor, I'm not a god. Of course, there are things I can't do, such as the art of Danqing." The ancestor sighed.

"Danqing? Painting?" Fantianluo didn't understand.

The old ancestor sighed and nodded, "That's right, the Eighth Prince is a master of Danqing. The old ancestor asked him to draw a picture for the old man, so he owes him a favor."

"What painting is so powerful?" Fan Tianluo's eyebrows jumped.

Fan Xinghe's old face was a little embarrassed and said: "It's nothing, it's just a painting of his hometown."

Fan Tianluo suddenly understood in her heart that the old ancestor was homesick, and it was a pity that she couldn't go home to have a look before she came. Suddenly, she also missed her family very much, and wanted to go back and have a look right away.

"Old ancestor, after I go to Bixian Gate, let's go home together." Fan Tianluo's voice immediately became more emotional.

Fan Xinghe's beautiful starry eyes glowed with longing, he nodded and said: "Okay, the ancestor is waiting for you."

Fan Tianluo nodded sadly and said, "What about the Eight Princes?"

"It's just outside, you can go to the fifth level to practice now, but his strength is not good, you can take him to the fourth level, in fact, his strength can only be at the first level, but the Eighth Prince wants to give him a little bit of trouble, you just need to Just don't make him too ugly." Fan Xinghe immediately felt relieved.

"Okay, I'll try my best." Fan Tianluo pursed her lips.

"Don't use your puppet anymore. It's not so easy to set up an illusion, so don't let it collapse again." Fan Xinghe confessed.

Fan Tianluo nodded and said, "Wouldn't the fourth level be full of trees? You know that sometimes when it's too troublesome, I can't help it." Fan Tianluo laughed.

Fan Xinghe was stunned for a moment and said: "You have too many cards, so this puppet should stay with me first." After finishing speaking, he stretched out his big hand, and the Jintian Copper Puppet disappeared, making Fantianluo stare at the old man in disbelief. Ancestor, no way, the life-saving guys are gone?