Zhan Zhan was eager to know the news about Zhan Bubai, he didn't care about the fat old man's rude attitude, he grabbed the letter and looked at it.
The fat old man said: "You guys stay in the city for two more days and leave. Cen Wenbin will leave it to me to take care of it."
Zhan Zhan was reading the letter, annoyed him whispering in his ear, and said casually: "Don't make noise."
The fat old man's beard immediately blew up, "You talk to me like that!"
After reading the letter, Zhan Zhan handed it to Han Feixie and said, "How do I know that my father must have written this letter to me?"
"You can't recognize the marshal's handwriting? How did you become a son?"
"You want to compete with me for the job?"
The fat old man was shaking with anger.
Zhan Zhan said, "Where is my father?"
The fat old man said coldly: "Military secrets."
That sentence of competition for employment offended him so much that no matter how much Zhan Zhan threatened or lured him, he refused to talk to him again.
Han Feixie said: "What are you going to do next?"
Zhan Zhan said: "Listen to my father." Zhan Bubai's letter consisted of about 20 characters, one was to report that he was safe and he was safe, and the other was to let him go home early. There are books copied by Zhan Bubai in the study, which Zhan Zhan himself recognizes, and it is stamped with the seal of the Military God's Mansion, so it can't be faked.
Han Feixie folded the letter and was about to put it in his arms when the fat old man snatched it and burned it in the lantern.
Zhan Zhan looked at the old man with a grin and said, "When will you marry Vice General Cen?"
The fat old man had never been teased like this before, his face was flushed, and his eyes were fixed on him, as if he wanted to scold but couldn't.
"No dowry, don't get excited."
"Get out, you brat!" The fat old man walked into the house with a lantern in his hand, halfway through, he turned around and said, "Close the door when you leave, Cen Wenbin, put you in the inn, and I'll go get it myself." He paused, and the volume dropped After a while, "Your father said that you have changed a lot recently, so don't let him down."
Zhan Zhan's heart skipped a beat. The lantern held by the old man wobbled into the house, and the light in the courtyard was half dimmed. He stood there, regretting the joke he had just made.
That person must have experienced many battles with his father and made a lot of contributions. Others at his age are already at home with their grandchildren and enjoying family happiness, but he still has to worry about the war, his father, and himself...
Zhan Zhan ran to the door impulsively.
The fat old man took half of his clothes off. When he turned around and saw him, he was stunned, and then said angrily: "Stinky boy! How dare you peek at me and let me change my clothes!"
Zhan Zhan originally wanted to say that everyone is a man, I am more youthful and beautiful, and you really don't have much to see, but he came to reconcile, so naturally he didn't dare to add fuel to the fire, and said embarrassingly: "My father is undefeated."
"... Get lost, you bastard!"
"That bastard is still..."
Before Zhan Zhan could finish his sentence, he was thrown out by an inkstone that the other party found out from nowhere.
Han Feixie stood behind him with her chest folded, her expression enigmatic.
Zhan Zhan muttered aggrievedly: "I want to say something nice to coax him."
"By peeking at him changing clothes?"
"It was an accident."
"Hehe!" Han Feixie walked out with his arms around his shoulders.
Zhan Zhan felt his laughter was slightly familiar.
Although the fat old man in the room threw him out, his ears were pricked up. When he heard that Zhan Zhan was going to say something nice to coax him, he waited immediately. Unexpectedly, the other party went out, so he tiptoed to the door. Just in time to see the door close.
He stood there feeling lost for a while before cursing in a low voice, "You son of a bitch!"
"You said I was a rabbit?" A voice came from behind him. If Zhan Zhan was still here, he would definitely jump up happily, because it was none other than Zhan Zhan who walked out of the fat old man's inner room, Zhan Bubai who was so worried about him.
When the fat old man saw Zhan Bubai, he was like a mouse seeing a cat. He didn't dare to vent his anger, and said in a low voice, "Isn't this just a matter of saying it?"
"Is it easy to say that I am my son?"
"Come on, come on."
"The bastard is also fluent?"
The fat old man hesitated and hawed for a long time, then simply changed the subject and said, "I don't think Mr. Zhan is quite the same as the rumors."
Mentioning this son, Zhan Bubai finally had a smile on his face, "Well, Wuyi said he is sensible, and I think he is indeed sensible."
The fat old man said: "Just now he was teasing me!"
"You even scolded his father, isn't it enough?"
"..." Why did the topic come back again? The fat old man hurriedly turned the corner, "What about Cen Wenbin?"
Zhan Bubai sneered: "If he dares to bring his soldiers into the ditch, he should have the consciousness to fall into the ditch."
The fat old man knew from his appearance that Cen Wenbin was determined not to survive, "What should I do if I offend the Situ family?"
"Isn't it their master who I offended the most?" When Zhan Bubai said, there was a hint of imperceptible helplessness in his tone.
The fat old man's eyes moved, and he tentatively said casually: "The emperor is planning to deal with us, and I'm afraid it will be an endless situation in the future."
Zhan Bubai's face darkened, "I'm leading the army outside, he doesn't dare to move, from now on... Zhan'er has his way to go."
The fat old man frowned slightly.
Zhan Bubai looked at him, his expression turned sharp, "Did those people tell you something again?"
"No."
Zhan Bubai said with a stern face: "There is no best. I don't want that kind of thing thirteen years ago to happen again, otherwise..."
The fat old man frowned nervously.
Zhan Bubai probably felt that what he said next would hurt his feelings, and he didn't finish, but his eyes expressed his inner thoughts without reservation.
The fat old man opened his mouth slightly, his thousand words were frozen in Zhan Bubai's almost cold eyes, and he nodded slowly.
Zhan Bubai said: "We want to take back the city occupied by the dead cavalry! There are still a few tough battles to be fought, so you should rest well."
"You really don't see your son?"
Zhan Bubai turned around and said indifferently: "Didn't you see it?"
Maybe it was the letter that played a role, or maybe it was the induction left in this body. Since Zhan Zhan went to that house, he was not as worried about his safety as before, and he didn't get up in the middle of the night to eat melon seeds. , I am also interested in other things - such as the spirit animal market.
Anyway, it took two days to hide in the inn, and two days to go out, so he decided to go to the Spirit Beast Market.
Although Han Feixie wasn't as obedient as he was to him, it was almost the same. When he heard that he wanted to go, he agreed without saying a word.
There are three streets between the spirit animal market and the inn where they stayed. Turn right and walk a hundred meters and you will see crowds of people. Rouge, folding fans... everything. The peddlers shouted desperately, for fear that their attention would be snatched away if their voices were lowered.
Zhan Zhan was not very interested in these things, so he glanced at them fleetingly, and was about to walk into the market when a small hand grabbed his pants. He lowered his head and glanced. It was a four or five-year-old girl with a white and tender face, but she was very thin.
She looked at him stupidly, her snot flickering with her breathing.
Zhan Zhan had the urge to help her squeeze out the snot, "Huh? What do you want me to buy?" Of course he didn't expect her to hug him because he was so extraordinary.
The little girl was stunned, and it took a long time before she uttered a word: "Xiang."
Zhan Zhan smelled it, and said, "It doesn't smell good."
Behind the little girl, a young man came over with an incense burner, pulled her away first, and then handed the incense burner to Zhan Zhan, saying, "This is Ningshen incense, which can help sleep."
Zhan Zhan said, "How much?"
"The incense costs fifty copper plates, and the stove costs one tael of silver."
Although Zhan Zhan felt that this thing was useless, seeing that both of them were young and skinny, he couldn't bear it and said, "Okay, I bought it."
The boy's eyes lit up, and he said, "Do you want any other incense?"
"..." Zhan Zhan secretly said: Does he look stinky
Han Feixie suddenly said: "I heard that there is a kind of incense called Chongxiao?"
The boy looked at him warily.
Han Feixie took out an ingot of gold, estimated to be twenty taels.
The boy hesitated for a moment, took them back to the stall, took out an incense stick from an old wooden box, touched it reluctantly and said, "This is it."
Zhan Zhan didn't know what Chongxiao was, but he knew from Han Feixie's eyes that it must be a good thing.
Han Feixie took the incense stick, put it under his nose and smelled it, and after a while he showed joy, "It is indeed."
The young man looked at the gold in his hand and said, "Fifty taels."
Zhan Zhan made it up without hesitation, and then planned to go to the spirit beast market again, but was grabbed by Han Feixie and walked back.
"What's wrong?"
Han Feixie put Chong Xiao into his arms, held the incense burner in his hand, and said as he walked back, "Go back and try."
Zhan Zhan: "..." Why does this expression look so much like a roommate from college who bought an AV.
Facts have proved that he shouldn't have such high expectations for Hanba. The only thing that can arouse Hanba's enthusiasm is to kill monsters and upgrade to accept younger brothers. He sat cross-legged on the bed, watched as Han Feixie knocked open the incense stick, put a small piece in the incense burner and lit it, and then asked No. 1 to stay outside, no matter what happens, don't come in, close the door, close the window...
Zhan Zhan became nervous, "Is this the prelude to... a fight to the death?"
Han Feixie said: "Go to the other side of the bed."
Zhan Zhan: "..." Knowing that Hanba is for leveling, but it still sounds like watching AV...
Han Feixie waited for him to retreat to the end of the bed before going to bed and occupying the head of the bed.
The two crossed their knees.
Han Feixie said: "There is a school of making incense, which can be regarded as the branch of pharmacists. The incense made with secret recipes can make cultivation more effective with half the effort."
Zhan Zhan said: "The name of this kind of incense is Chongxiao." He knew that there would be meat to follow Hanba.
Han Feixie said: "Because the founder of the school is called Chong Xiao."
Zhan Zhan: "..." So, my name is very suitable for inventing sauce.
It was the first time Han Feixie used Sky Climb, and he didn't expect it to be very effective, but after using it, he found that the speed of the sword energy in his body was more than three times faster than usual. Aura color changes.
The aroma of the sky is gradually weakening.
He watched the sword qi completely turn from blue to purple, and then slowly opened his eyes.
Zhan Zhan still sat motionless, with sweat dripping from his forehead.
Han Feixie was stunned. Could it be that Zhan Zhan has reached the level of upgrading
The number one figure at the door swayed, as if he was full of thoughts.
Han Feixie got out of bed and opened the door.
Seeing him come out on the 1st, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Young Master Han, we have to leave here as soon as possible. The army in the city is about to seal off Tian'an, and they are searching our whereabouts wantonly."
Han Feixie said, "Or Cen Wenbin's wife?" Cen Wenbin has been missing for so many days, and it is impossible for his wife to be silent. There have been soldiers patrolling the city for the past few days, and the inn has been searched several times. Fortunately, Cen Wenbin never mentioned anything about them to his wife, and they had customs clearance documents from the military department. Those soldiers did not dare to search, so they hid them.
Number one said: "No, it's not like this time."
No. 2 came out from the next door, "Maybe it's someone from Tiandu."
The clerk in the store hurried up from below, and said to the three who were about to go back to the house: "Masters, there is a letter for you downstairs."
The only one who will deliver the letter at this time is the fat old man, right
Han Feixie opened the letter, and sure enough, he saw the seal of the Military God Mansion, telling them to leave Cen Wenbin behind and leave here quickly. He looked back at Zhan Zhan, who was at a critical moment, and frowned.