Honghuang Fengshen: Save The Lady Of The Turtle Spirit At The Beginning!

Chapter 1715 Zhao Yun



Chapter 1715 Zhao Yun

There was no thick smoke coming out of the house, not even a trace of smoke, but Mu Yun still felt that she was about to suffocate, just when she was out of breath and was about to pull out, a small hand stuffed something into her mouth. .

"Hold it." With a blue handkerchief tied on his face, the clerk looked like a torch, "It will feel much better."

The slightly bitter and spicy taste spreads in the mouth, which is obviously unacceptable but makes breathing much easier, and even the surrounding air becomes more acceptable.

"what is this?"

The little official turned his back to look at the tea leaves soaked in the water, and said stubbornly, "You don't have to know.

Mu Yun:

There are a few pieces of tea leaves in the tea bowl that is almost half of "four seven three". I don't know if the owner of the antique shop is really stingy or what, and the tea leaves given are only more than 30 grains.

The clerk didn't dare to waste it, so he only took out three brews, but with just three brews, the aroma of the tea was so strong that even Mu Yun couldn't help but come over and ask a few questions.

The tea leaves stretched and stretched, becoming a long piece, the veins gradually became clear, and the color of the whole body gradually became slightly lighter. The dark green seemed to be peeled directly from the leaves and gradually melted into the water.

And the water actually boiled a little after a while and then gradually subsided, and the tea aroma became more intense at this time.

What exactly is this?

"Little official, we have to go!"

Looking at it intently, the little official who was suddenly disturbed looked at Mu Yun with a black face. Just as he was about to say something, he found that there seemed to be a lot of footsteps outside.

"What's wrong?"

Mu Yun was steadfast, "Considering that someone is following me, you should come with me!"

The clerk hurriedly followed Mu Yun with the unbrewed tea leaves, and even forgot to take the clothes Lin Fan bought for Mu Yun.

Of course, he did not give the clothes to Mu Yun, let alone that Lin Fan bought them.

Outside the rough alley, a team of twelve people trotted close, and the armor on their bodies collided and made a sound, causing the pikas who had been stationed here all the year round to quickly disperse.

The knife in Zhao Yun's hand has already been pulled out, and his eyes are gloomy at the alley.

"Enter the search, if you see someone, kill them all without reporting back!"

The people behind him looked at each other in dismay, and all answered "yes".

Zhao Yun stood outside the alley, his eyes focused, and the knife in his hand was always clenched in his hand, as if there was any trouble, he would shoot directly without showing mercy.

Lin Fan stepped out of the darkness, "What is Master Zhao looking for?"

Zhao Yun stared at the garden and turned around abruptly, "Are you here?"

Lin Fan's face was calm and calm, "Otherwise, Master Zhao thinks where I am? Where do I go?

Zhao Yun's footsteps changed, the broadsword in his hand was full of light, and it actually flashed blue, not like an ordinary blade, his arms burst out with muscles, propped up the original loose clothes, ready to pounce at any time.

"You can't beat me." Lin Fan took two steps forward, "At this point you should be well aware of it. Since you already know it, why bother?"

Zhao Yun, "It is my responsibility to arrest people."

Lin Fan took a half step forward and lowered his voice, "You have the same ability to resurrect as the prefect? ​​35

These words directly made Zhao Yun's face look hideous. Just as he was about to raise his sword, Lin Fan just waved his hand, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze and trap Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun turned pale with fright, the veins on his forehead burst out and his face turned red, and he could see that he was very hard.

"You're just a mortal, I think killing you won't be more troublesome than killing an ant." Lin Fan opened the fan and shook it freely, looking up at the withered branches of ancient books on the side, "The prefect still has a self. The ability to recover, I'm just curious, do you have it too?"5

Zhao Yun's sweat-soaked forehead was icy cold, being controlled and out of control are two different things, he couldn't avoid feeling the suppression from Lin Fan, but there was nothing he could do...

Frightened.

Lin Fan knows that attacking people is worse than attacking hearts. After all, if you kill someone who has been infused with psychedelic soup, he won't feel anything, but what if it makes him suspicious?

No one knows what will happen, but there is no harm in trying.

"You do your best, but what do you get in the end? You're just a dog in the saddle."

Zhao Yun suddenly gave up struggling, "Since it's a dog, it's enough to eat enough, so why bother thinking about it so much.

Lin Fan: ...miscalculation is this?

Zhao Yun's complexion returned to normal, "Young master, fighting against us will not end well, in that hut, you will look like you will be in the future.

Lin Fan thought that the hut in the government office was full of stumps and broken arms. He thought that they were all kind people who found something unusual and reported to the government. He didn't expect that he would end up like this on 5.7 in the end.

"Do you think I'm sincere to the prefect because I drank that tea?""

Lin Fan didn't change his face, but put the jade bone fan behind his back.

Zhao Yun had never been in his eyes before. After all, he was just a small clerk, and even if he had a deep relationship with the prefect, it was not very important, but now, it seems that this person is more different than he imagined.

He didn't follow the prefect willingly because he drank tea!

why?

When a normal person sees the prefect transforms and eats people, Rao's courage has long been frightened, and it is even more impossible to stay by his side for so many years.


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