"Okay, I'll tell you after I finish reading it. [ ]"

"Tch, treat me like a three-year-old child. After you finish reading, you will just tell me what you want me to know. Hum, I won't listen anymore." Xiangxiang puffed up her cheeks angrily and continued to nibble on herself.

Dry food.

Wang Fan shook his head and continued to read the letter.

Wang Fanwu'er:

You should have successfully passed the one-year training. I believe Wu Bo has told you the history of us stealing the Holy Gate. I won’t say more here. I just hope that you can continue to steal the Holy Gate from us.

Let's continue the spirit. Not to mention carrying it forward, it would be great if we can inherit it through the same vein. After all, this is no longer the era before.

As the incoming sect leader, the old man has nothing to pass on to you. He does have some jewelry and money, but they are all hidden by the West Lake in Hangzhou. There is also a map in the letter. You can take a look at it when you get there. Take what you like.

Don’t live your life too tightly.

But there is something I need to finish. I have a junior sister named An Lan, who is ten years younger than me. She also practiced Bai Fengjue. Unfortunately, I had already fallen in love with another woman at that time and could not get together with her. She

In a fit of anger, she ran away and has not been heard from since. If you can meet her, give her the letter in the envelope. If you can't find it, burn the letter.

The signature is Fan Qianqiu.

"Old man Fan didn't tell us his real name until he died, An Lan. An Lan's name is quite nice. She must be a beautiful woman." Wang Fan said to himself after reading the letter.

"What's grandpa's name? Who is An Lan?" Xiangxiang forgot that she was still angry with Wang Fan.

"Grandpa's name is Fan Qianqiu, and An Lan is his junior sister. He asked us to help him find his junior sister and give this letter to her." Wang Fan raised the envelope in his hand as he spoke.

"Hulala!" A figure suddenly flew out from behind the rocks on the opposite side and headed straight for Wang Fan.

Wang Fan hurriedly stood up and leaned on the rock behind him. When Xiangxiang heard the sound, he picked up a few stones and threw them at the figure. The figure gently waved his hand and swept the stones that Xiangxiang had hit to the ground, still with displeasure.

He changed his speed and rushed towards Wang Fan.

Wang Fan didn't have any weapons in his hands, and it was too late to get it in his bag. He dodged the impact of the figure, turned around and kicked against the rock, almost grazing the side of the figure and shooting himself to the side. After landing, Wang Fan took advantage of the situation.

Roll in front of Xiangxiang.

The figure turned around and saw an old woman of almost sixty years old. She was dressed in gray cloth and had long gray hair. No wonder when the figure flashed by, all she could see was gray.

The figure spread out his palm: "Give me the letter."

"What letter?" Wang Fan stared straight at the other party. The other party's strength was definitely better than Yuhan's, but slightly worse than Yan Bo's. There was absolutely no benefit from being her opponent. If he was alone, he could try Thousand Feet Dang.

, you can still run away if you can't win, but now that Xiangxiang is by your side, how can you escape unscathed? Wang Fan kept thinking.

At this time, Xiangxiang behind Wang Fan took a step forward and bowed in the direction of the figure: "Chen Xiangnuo, a disciple of the Thief Saint Sect, pays homage to Sister An Lan."

Wang Fan's eyes widened: "Xiangxiang, you said...you said she is An Lan...Sister Aunt An Lan?"

The figure also lost all his energy: "You brat, how can you take over the position of leader? You are not as thoughtful as this little girl." The figure said this, which is tantamount to admitting his identity.

Wang Fan also said hello to An Lan anxiously.
Chapter completed!