Fan Jing fumbled with his hands to put on his clothes, but since he had disturbed his adoptive father, he went ahead and put them on boldly.
"I've got something to do. I'll be back in a while."
"Don't go." Father Fan immediately started to do it and shouted very seriously.
"Father, I must do this." Fan Jing said firmly to his adoptive father.
"Hey, tell me the truth, are you planning to fight back?"
"Father, I haven't thought of a comprehensive plan, so I haven't planned to fight back yet. I went out this time with the intention of killing someone who provoked my woman." After saying that, Fan Jing revealed his cold expression. Murderous aura, and endless majesty.
Before Father Fan could say anything, Fan Jingze disappeared from the room.
Father Fan hurriedly chased Fan Jing, but he couldn't let Fan Jing take risks alone.
The two of them arrived at Pang Dao's residence one after another.
"The person you want to kill is Pang Dao. He is a local leader of this generation." Father Fan said.
"Yes, this man has done all sorts of evil, including collecting protection money, raping women, and almost all other bad things."
"Deserves to be killed."
The two walked into Pang Dao's house silently.
Pang Dao was lying on the big bed, wrapped in cloth, and there were three beautiful women lying next to him.
"Hey, this Pang Dao is so seriously injured, don't forget to enjoy it!"
With the knife in hand, Fan Jing continued the assassination without any hesitation.
On the way back, Father Fan asked, "Who is your woman?"
A faint smile appeared on Fan Jing's lips, "Her name is Chai Muyan. She cooks delicious food and is a cute little person."
"Xi'er, have you forgotten your identity? How can you find a little girl who can only cook?"
"Father, she can not only cook, she is very special."
"Special, what's special about it?"
"I can't tell, but I feel like I can't live without her now, let alone forget her. I also hope that my adoptive father can fulfill her wish and go to her house to pay the betrothal gift in a few days."
Father Fan was slightly angry, "It's okay to give a betrothal gift, but you can only marry her as your concubine."
"No, she can only be my wife, my only wife."
Looking at Fan Jing's firm and serious expression, Father Fan wanted to retort, but suddenly he thought that by the time they were ready to fight back, it was still unknown whether the girl would survive.
After taking one look at Fan Jing, he swept up the mountain.
Fan Jing glanced at his adoptive father's back and thought to himself: My adoptive father agreed. But in a blink of an eye, his eyes dimmed again, and he thought of the reason for his adoptive father's compromise. He glanced at the sleeping Chaijiacun.
No, Yan'er is injured and I don't worry. I have to go and see Yan'er secretly.
At this time, Mu Yan was planning to find some space to sleep after finishing this harvest. She was a little tired.
She had no idea that a figure had entered her room through her window at this moment, and found that Mu Yan was missing, with a pair of cold eyes thinking calmly.