On the Xingqiong Railway, Fu Xuan chased her husband for thousands of miles!

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The other three people in the train crew watched Fu Qian perform quietly.

Even though they didn't know why Fu Qian did this.

but……

As long as Fu Qian is not simply suffering from an illness, he must have his own reasons for doing this.

"Ah ha ha……"

After hearing this, Sambo wanted to curse.

He knew that Fu Qian definitely didn't know Jeppard.

Fu Qian also knew that Sambo knew that he didn't know Jeppard.

But Sambo couldn't show that he knew Fu Qian didn't know Jeppard.

The scene was a little awkward for a moment.

However, Sangbo reacted quickly. He immediately showed a frightened look and asked Fu Qian in horror:

"Could it be... that you were sent by the Silver Mane Guards to arrest me?!"

Fu Qian blinked and shook his head.

That expression seemed to say—

Bro, your acting skills are terrible.

:?: Qianxun novel free group 255595300 How could a real fugitive ask this question?

However, that was the expression on his face.

But the words in his mouth had a different flavor:

"Oh, yes, that's right, so you'd better surrender, brother."

Fu Qian put one hand on Sangbo's shoulder with a gloomy expression.

"Ugh……"

Sambo sighed and showed an aggrieved expression:

"I am unlucky to have fallen into the hands of all these heroes. I feel pity for my 80-year-old mother and my newborn baby who is crying for milk powder... wuwu, wuwuwu..."

The expression on Sambo's face was extremely painful.

In a flash, tears were streaming down my face.

San Yueqi showed a bit of sympathy on his face, looked at Dan Heng beside him, and asked with his eyes:

How to do?

He doesn't look like he's acting.

Dan Heng rejected it with his eyes:

Maybe it's his extraordinary acting skills. We can't take it lightly. Let's see what Fu Qian says.

Xing looked like a spectator watching the show.

"Alas... brother, although I do sympathize with you, work is work and personal relationships are personal relationships."

Fu Qian also showed a look of grief, and said to Sang Bo:

"But don't worry, brother. After you get in, I will take care of your wife and children. Don't worry about it. As long as you tell me where you live, I will make clear arrangements for you."

Sambo's mouth twitched.

But for the sake of his own plan, he could only accompany Fu Qian and continue to act:

"Brother, I believe you. My family lives next to a tavern in the lower town of Belloberg. There are often drama performances there. I'm leaving my poor family in your care!"

Fu Qian showed a look of understanding.

He already knew Sambo's identity.

This kid is indeed a colleague of mine.

"Oh? I wonder what performances are performed in the taverns here?"

Fu Qian asked with some curiosity.

“A frozen world, a desperate city, bewitching whispers in the shadows… a beautiful encounter between a noble lady from the upper city and a bad girl from the lower city, a violent collision between azure epaulettes and amber earth marrow, a difficult choice between preservation and destruction.”

Sang Bo said to Fu Qian in a tone like reciting poetry:

"Countless people have demonstrated the dignity of humanity in the face of the rolling tide of the times, bringing unforgettable joy to the audience. What do you think, brother?"

Fu Qian raised his eyebrows, thinking:

"It is indeed a good play, but... I feel that it is not warm enough, passionate enough, and surging enough. It lacks the grand scenes, the urgency of the burning fuse, and the desperate feeling of life and death."

Sambo's eyes were filled with tears, as if he had found a confidant.

“I didn’t expect my brother to have such a deep understanding of drama!”

"What a pity! What a pity!"

Fu Qian sighed deeply, filled with emotion:

"I didn't expect that you and I would meet at such an awkward time."

Sambo handed over his wrist, tears welling up in his eyes, as if he was ready to surrender:

"If you don't mind, please give me to Jeppard in exchange for fame! I only ask that you can be kind to my old mother who has been ill at home for a long time and take her out to listen to operas often, and then I will... die without regrets!"

"younger brother!"

"elder brother!"

"woo woo woo woo……"

The two hugged each other and cried bitterly.

Dan Heng, San Yue Qi and Xing looked at the scene in front of them as if they had seen a ghost.

what happened?

what's the situation?

How come these two are just calling each other brothers?

Why are you crying now?

Fu Qian & Sambo:

fun!

March 7th looked even more confused.

She looked left and right.

Trying to find some clues on the faces of Dan Heng and Xing beside him.

But unfortunately.

These two guys have expressionless faces, and it's impossible to tell what they are thinking at the moment.

San Yueqi finally couldn't help it and asked Dan Heng in a low voice:

"Did you really understand what they were saying?"

Dan Heng answered honestly:

“I understand part of it.”

"what?"

March 7th made an unbelievable sound.

Then she looked at Xing again and asked:

"how about you?"

Xingye nodded and replied:

“I understand part of it.”

March Madness Head Scratching.

So I didn't understand anything?

What is this all about?

Inexplicable.

"I don't know much about opera, but if nothing unexpected happens, this Sambo in front of me should be a tomb robber, a smuggler or something like that. The Silver Mane Guards should be the police of this world, and Beloberg is the city they are in."

Danheng told Sanyue his speculation.

Xing also added:

"The one called Jeppard should be the chief of police."

March showed a look of disbelief.

"How did you hear that?"

Dan Heng said as a matter of course:

"If you listen carefully, you will understand."

San Yueqi frowned and began to doubt his own IQ.

"So what should we do now?"

After a moment, San Yue Qi decided not to worry about the IQ issue anymore and asked.

Fu Qian hugged Sangbo and sobbed:

"How can I betray my brother's kindness? Of course I have to obey his last wish and escort him to the Silver Mane Guard to meet...hiccup..."