Late at night on December 4th, Hong Fan and others arrived at Jinhai City.

At this hour in the past, there was already a curfew in the city, and the city gates were closed to traffic.

However, the hunting team consists of elites from the younger generation of major families, so they can naturally handle special matters.

Along Anning Street, three hundred people carried nearly a hundred corpses and went home in separate groups.

The dark city lights gradually lit up, and an invisible storm spread.

The main door of Hong Mansion, which had not been used all year round, was rarely opened wide. Hong Sheng immediately went to the patriarch's study.

Hong Fan sent Mr. Tang back to Chaoriyuan and personally returned the two horses to the stables.

He first fed Bentley and then locked Hongqi, who was slightly allergic to the new environment, into a separate stall dedicated to fierce horses.

After wearing the iron rope for a long time, the tiger-eating beast suffered many contusions and bruises on its body, and the new owner applied medicine and bandages one by one.

After settling the matter, Hong Fan went straight back to Chaoriyuan.

The courtyard door was ajar, presumably for him.

The spacious yard is deserted and as tidy as when I left.

There are lights in several rooms, especially Hong Fan's suite, which is brightly lit.

It was probably the two new maids who were lighting the stove and preparing water.

He strode into the hospital and when he passed by the side door, he heard voices inside.

"Tell me honestly, is the young master injured?"

This was the first time Hong Fan heard Aunt Liu speak in a questioning tone.

He slowed down.

"The young master told me not to talk to you too much."

Tang Da is obviously in a dilemma and has a weak airway.

"You, you really want to piss me off..."

Aunt Liu replied that the figure was moving on the window, probably cleaning Mr. Tang's injuries.

A deliberately suppressed cry of pain could be heard through the door.

"Just scream when it hurts, and you still act like a hero to me."

Aunt Liu mocked.

"Can I still look down on you if you call me out?"

At this time, Mr. Tang laughed proudly.

"Why am I not a hero? I even killed a bandit with my own hands this afternoon!"

"Just use the hatchet outside..."

Halfway through his words, he suddenly stopped talking.

After a while, Aunt Liu's depressed words came out.

"You're hurt like this, why are you so proud?"

"Young master practices martial arts and fights hard. My heart aches so much, but there is nothing I can do about it."

"If the master's children don't behave like this, they will lose face in the clan..."

"You, a stupid guy who has been a slave for generations, why are you trying to pretend?"

At the end of her speech, she choked up.

Outside the door, Hong Fan took back his hand that was about to knock on the door and glanced at the hatchet leaning on the doorstep.

The blade was sharp, but the dried blood seemed to be coated with a layer of rust.

Back in the house, Hong Fan washed his body under the service of Taohongliulu and changed the bandage on the wound.

As soon as I put on my clothes, I heard Aunt Liu come in, her eyes still red, saying that the housekeeper had come to ask for virtue.

The latter came here to spread the word - several elders in the clan invited Hong Fan to come over.

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When Hong Sheng finished reporting everything and walked out of the patriarch's study, the moon was rising in the sky.

Just now, Hong Jian used his innate flaming energy to push his blood through the palace, opening up the meridians that were stagnated by the seven-star fingers.

The injury was no longer serious, but Hong Sheng was still feeling depressed.

He walked along the corridor and when he passed through the courtyard gate, he saw Qiude coming with someone.

It was Hong Fan.

Hong Shengqiang smiled and instinctively stopped and said caringly.

"How is your second brother's injury?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he felt embarrassed.

The two of them came back on the same train, but this question has been delayed until now. No matter how you think about it, it is not at the right time.

But Hong Fan seemed unaware and said with a smile: "It's a little flesh injury. I just changed the medicine and it's not a problem."

Hong Sheng wanted to laugh when he saw this, but looking at his concubine's handsome face, he couldn't help but think of the tsunami of applause from the crowd on the day the results were announced, "I was once promised to be the best in the world", and the frightened horses in the sand sea in the past.

Dominant level of combat power.

It is obvious that his talent in martial arts is mediocre, and he cannot even exert the full power of the White Dew Pill. How come his understanding in the sand world is so amazing?

His thoughts were spinning, and his smile inexplicably cooled down.

"Father and two uncles are waiting. My second brother should go first."

Hong Sheng said, stepping to the side of the corridor and waiting for the two of them to pass by first.

Watching Hong Fan's back go away, he felt envy, fear, hesitation, shame and other emotions in his heart changing like a whirlwind.

With all the five flavors mixed together, even he himself couldn't tell what his original intention was.

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When Hong Fan entered the study, the first thing he felt was that the smell of medicine had obviously faded.

Turning around the entrance hall, Hong Jian, Hong Li, and Hong Wu were still sitting there.

The difference is that there is no tea on the tea table. Instead, Fang Tianzong's head and a broken steel sword are laid out on the tea table.

After a brief greeting, it was Hong Li who asked Hong Fan to sit down and speak first as usual.

"Brother Sheng explained the tragedy of the Taishan battle in detail before."

He looked at the bandage under Hong Fan's collar and asked.

"How's your injury?"

"I suffered two stab wounds, one on my back and one on my chest. It's not a problem."

Hong Fan replied casually.

Hong Wu disagreed and wanted to check it himself.

"I was stabbed a lot when I was young. Whether the stab wounds are in the way or not cannot be judged by physical sensation alone. You should not be careless."

"Your father happens to prepare medicine here all year round..."

Seeing their insistence, Hong Fan took off his shirt and exposed his wound.

The three elders of the Hong family have experienced many battles and will soon come to a conclusion.

"The back is not in the way, but the muscles are only injured a little outside. For ordinary warriors, it will only take ten days without medicine."

Hong Li said.

"A broken chest bone will take a long time, but it's not a big problem."

On the other side, Hong Jian took out two small jars and clean bandages from the bookcase drawer and placed them on the coffee table.

"The one on the left is Black Wood Paste, which is good for muscle growth; the one on the right is Discontinuous Powder, which can set bones."

As he spoke, he got up and opened the medicine jar, applied medicine and bandaged his son three times.

His movements are so skillful and precise that they are almost impeccable.

After the injury was taken care of, Hong Li got down and put back Hong Fan's clothes himself and got down to the topic.

"I rushed back all night after a fierce battle. I need a good rest. I shouldn't bother you at this time."

"But what you did this time is so shocking that we have no choice but to ask."

He first said with a smile, then pointed seriously at the heads on the table.

"Did you kill Fang Tianzong alone?"

When this question was asked, the three of them had expressions of disbelief on their faces.

"no."

Hong Fan replied without hesitation.

"He slipped and fell to his death."

As soon as these words came out, they were exactly what the three elders thought, but they couldn't help but be disappointed.

Over a cup of tea, Hong Fan recounted the entire situation from the moment he lured Fang Tianzong away.

Thinking of Hong Sheng's strange behavior before, he added another question: "Do you want me to explain this matter to the outside world?"

"I don't think it's necessary."

After thinking for a moment, Hong Li replied.

"Fang Tianzong fell off the cliff partly by chance and partly because he was confused by your shabu; a matter of life and death cannot be regarded as bragging."

"Your uncle Hong Pan sent a letter from the state capital, saying that after you inherited the Sand World this year, the share of the Hong family's partnership business has been higher. When others hear about our Jinhai Hong family, they often take a high look at us."

"The greater your reputation as Star Lord, the more helpful you will be to the family."

Hong Jian nodded in agreement.

After everything was agreed upon, Hong Wu asked suddenly as if he couldn't hold his breath.

"After the battle, is there anything going on with the fate star?"

Hong Fan knew what he was asking.

"The true energy is extremely active today, and there should be a breakthrough within a few days."

This time all three of them were smiling, and most of the depression caused by listening to Hong Sheng's report was gone instantly.

PS: I’m really annoyed that the scheduled release of these two chapters has been messed up again...

Why are your hands so mean?

Today I went to the outpatient clinic of Xinhua Hospital for another check-up. The doctor felt that there was no big problem, it was just that some medicine was stuck.

I originally imagined doing it bit by bit just like when I was a kid.
Chapter completed!