Chapter 365: Drunkard

Chapter 36 The Drunkard
Leaving the Huo Emperor Capital, the Huo Emperor gave it to Xiao Fan's house.
"Grandpa, why Xiao Fan hasn't come back? It's been half a month." Qin Mengdie sat at a stone table in a courtyard with a warm and angry expression.
The mad wolf brought them here and it didn't matter.
This is nothing, but Xiao Fan just disappeared out of thin air, which made her very uncomfortable. This is not a polite way of treating others.
"Maybe Senior Brother is busy with something." Qin Mo frowned, with a bad premonition in his heart.
Last time Xiao Fan offended the Emperor Anyao, after which Xiao Fan disappeared out of thin air, it is impossible to have no tricks.
Not only were they worried, but Crazy Wolf was even more worried. He secretly returned to the battlefield of life and death several times, and left after hearing that Xiao Fan had won that day.
Missing for half a month, the battlefield of life and death must be investigated, today is the final deadline, if it does not appear, it is equivalent to ruining the life and death agreement of the battlefield.
At that time, the battlefield of life and death will definitely track down the identity of the ghost, and Xiao Fan will be tracked down soon with the background of the battlefield of life and death.
Even if Xiao Fan is still alive, he will undoubtedly die by then.
"My son, you must come back today." Seeing that the sun has almost risen to the center, the crazy wolf expression became more anxious.
"Little Wolf, Brother Xiao hasn't come back yet?" Yi Yun's voice came from the door, followed by Elder Xiang and Wenfang Master.
In the attic, there is a blue stone lion. Xiao Fan bid one million middle-grade soul stone and successfully bought it.
"No." The crazy wolf cherishes words like gold.
"Don't worry, Brother Xiao must have something to go. It's still half a month away from the Battle Soul Academy assessment, and it's still early." Xiang Rong comforted.
He was not at peace, but he was waiting for Xiao Fan to join the Spirit Hall. If Xiao Fan had an accident, it would definitely be a loss to the Battle Soul Academy.
Several people had a guess in their hearts, that is, Xiao Fan might have been assassinated by Anyao Emperor, but no one wanted to believe this result.
"That's right, with the strength of Brother Xiao, who wants to deal with him silently, that's impossible." Wen Fang also nodded.
At this moment, on the top of a restaurant next to the attic, there were two men in black robes. If Xiao Fan were here, he would definitely recognize one of them, wouldn't it be An Lan, the apprentice of Emperor An Yao?
"Brother, that Xiao Fan hasn't appeared in half a month. Didn't it mean that he hid specially?" An Lan sat in the attic looking at the opposite side coldly, and said another man in black.
The black-clothed man is An Hai's second junior brother, An Hai, and a sixth-rank alchemist. The other person who was with An Yao Huang that day was him.
"Perhaps, but he has offended a lot of people, and they may be dead." An Lan's eyes were extremely cold.
"This kid is too arrogant, he deserves it if he is dead, so we don't need to act." An Hai said coldly, with a trace of killing intent in his eyes.
"Continue to stare, this kid is very evil, in case he appears, we would really like to think of a countermeasure." An Lan said in a cool voice.
"Brother, why didn't Master let us find people in the Blood Tower to assassinate Xiao Fan? With the strength of the Blood Tower, it must be easy to kill him, and we can't be found." An Hai doubted.
Holding a teacup, An Lan trembled slightly, and An Hai continued: "I know what Master is worried about. I am afraid that the mission of the Blood Tower will fail. It only embarrassed him by leaking our information, but you think that with the strength of the Blood Tower, Will he still be able to kill Xiao Fan?"
An Lan frowned, obviously a little tempted.
"What's more, the Blood Chamber never reveals the employer's information, even if it is dead, otherwise, the Blood Chamber cannot become one of the three killer organizations in the Battle Soul Continent." An Hai hit the railroad while it was hot.
"What if Master is to blame?" An Lan has always listened to Emperor An Yao since she was a child, and dare not go against his Master in anything.
"Even if the teacher blames it, it's a big deal that I asked someone to do it." An Hai patted his chest and said, "Brother, you are Master's favorite disciple, and no one in the whole Lihuo Emperor will give you face, then Xiao Fan dare to ride Pee on the head of the senior, he must die!"
Hearing this, An Lan also became angry, and the cup in his hand clicked and turned into powder, and said coldly: "Junior Brother, you can have a way to contact the people in the blood house."
"I know, just leave this to me." An Hai smiled lightly, then stood up, turned and left the restaurant.
Almost at the same time, dozens of miles away from the Fire Emperor Capital, there was a quiet valley. In the valley, there was a small green lake with a dilapidated thatched house.
On the big rock in front of the thatched house, there was a thin figure sitting cross-legged, and around him, there was a sharp breath blooming.
A dead leaf floated from a distance, and when it approached Xiao Fan, the dead leaf suddenly stopped, as if being held up by a force.
A breeze hung over, and the dead leaf remained motionless, extremely strange.
call!
Suddenly, the figure suddenly opened his eyes, and two substantive rays of light burst out, peerlessly fierce, and the dead leaf suddenly left with a chuckle, and drifted away again not far away.
"Not bad." At this moment, a slightly hoarse voice rang out, and saw a sloppy figure slowly approaching. It was an old man with a rickety figure and limping while walking, but his eyes were extremely clear.
"Thank you senior for your advice, Xiao Fan is grateful and disrespectful." The figure quickly stood up and respectfully saluted the sloppy old man opposite.
Yes, the thin body was Xiao Fan. After being severely injured by Bai Wuchang that day, he was rescued by a sloppy old man. Moreover, he was also taught how to control killing and killing intent. Xiao Fan was naturally grateful.
"Don't thank me, if you have time, just give the old man a pot of good wine." The sloppy old man waved his hand, then took the wine gourd from his waist and threw it to Xiao Fan.
Xiao Fan felt weird. Although he didn't know why the old man saved himself, he could feel that the old man did not have any malicious intentions.
"Fill up the jug and bring it to me then. I will be at the gate of Nancheng." The sloppy old man smiled.
"Senior is good wine, I have a little bit of this, I don't know if Senior likes it?" Xiao Fan took out the only half jar of ice, fire and snake scale wine from the soul ring.
Although he felt that there was no spirit power fluctuation on the sloppy old man, Xiao Fan believed in his own eyesight. This old man was definitely not easy.
If he could give him some pointers, the road to cultivation in the future would definitely be less bumpy.
As soon as Xiao Fan opened the mud seal, the wine jar appeared in the sloppy old man's arms. He picked up the jar and poured it into his mouth.
After a few breaths, the sloppy old man burped a drink with a ruddy appearance on his face. He laughed and said, "Good wine, I haven't drunk such a good wine in a long time, boy, next time you give me wine, you must not Worse than this, remember to fill the gourd."
"Definitely." Xiao Fan said with a smile and paused: "Senior, I am going to leave the Huo Imperial Capital. Would you like to go back with me?"
"No, the old man is used to being alone." The sloppy old man refused without hesitation.
Xiao Fan had no choice but to knock on the sidelines: "Dare to ask the name of the senior."
"Is the name important? Go ahead, as long as you have wine, you can find me." A trace of unhappy flashed in the sloppy old man's eyes.
"Farewell that junior." Xiao Fan said with a slight polite, turning around and preparing to leave.
"By the way, you can call the old man drunkard." Xiao Fan just walked out a few steps when the sloppy old man cried again.
Only when Xiao Fan turned around, the sloppy old man was gone, as if he had never appeared before.
"The drunkard? Isn't the drunkard's intention not to drink?" Xiao Fan squinted his eyes and felt that this old man was not easy.