Chapter 32: The Paladin of the Round Table (1)

This is the world's famous fog capital. A long time ago, it was spent at least ten days in a year in a pungent thick fog. However, in recent years, the fog has become unfair. Every winter, you can only see a thin layer of white fog. The yellow fog rolling down the streets described in countless British imperial literary works have disappeared. After the sunlight dispels the mist, it is clear and bright around it, making it hard to imagine the blurred and dark scenes in the fog. For fog capital, it may have lost a little mysterious and romantic atmosphere, but what you get is a higher quality of life.

But this day was different. In the middle of the night, a thick fog suddenly blew on the Thames River next to the fog capital, and in a moment the entire fog turned into a vast white patch. It seemed that the fog that had returned to the Middle World was the same, but what was strange was that there was no spicy or even choking smell in the thick fog. The thick fog filled, which made some boys and girls who were still in the bar bar at midnight even more interesting. It seemed that such a large fog had not appeared for a long time.

But what they didn't know was that the thick fog this time was not natural, but was caused by man. The so-called dark moon and wind were high and murderous nights, but unfortunately, in today's metropolis, there are basically cities that never sleep. Unless there is a black corner occasionally, the lights are basically bright, so there is no chance to let you wait until the dark moon and wind is high. In desperation, you have to create conditions for a certain purpose.

Fang Chen walked on the streets of fog, saying that he was walking, but in fact he should be described as wind and lightning. Now that the thick fog is everywhere, even if others walk by, if the other party is not a supernatural person, he may not be able to tell that someone has walked by in front of him.

In less than a moment, he arrived at the square in front of the British Museum. Fang Chen stood in the fog and sighed: "When the moon is dark and the fog is thick, it is robbed! Maybe tomorrow morning, this place will appear in front of the world as another person. Hey! Who is here! It's her!" Fang Chen was shocked.

A flash of light in her eyes, and she suddenly broke through the thick fog. A slender figure appeared in the dark fog, wearing a black night clothes. Although it covered her original face, the figure could be seen clearly. It was clearly Nangong Wan'er, who had a chance to meet during the day. She saw that she was holding a sharp sword in her hand, and there was a gem flashing with crystal light on it.

Although the contact time was short, the figure was hard to forget. Fang Chen shook his head and secretly regretted that he was accidentally careful. When he spoke, he actually let her hear it. At the same time, he also secretly praised the other party's boldness and dared to come out to accompany him to steal treasures.

Nangong Wan'er stood in the thick fog for a long time with a sharp sword in her hand. Even she herself didn't know why she came here. Perhaps she was moved by his words. China's things had to return to China. Perhaps there were other reasons, and she was used to the intrigue life. Although she was known as the eight major families in China, how many people who really thought about China were all making profits for their families and did not care about the feelings of their descendants for the family. Could it be that having a daughter is for marriage? Can marriage represent the union between the two parties? An ordinary young man on the other side, or even a thief, had such patriotic sentiments, went to the British Museum to steal things just to make them return to their motherland. Such people may be much nobler than those children of aristocratic families who were dressed in suits and ties and looked noble.

Fang Chen seemed to see the anxiety in Nangong Wan'er's heart through the thick fog. He sighed slightly and immediately sent a message: "Leave this place, this is not where you come." Although the other party is a warrior, as long as he has not reached the innate realm, he is not considered a person in cultivation. How can he resist a person in cultivation?

Nangong Wan'er's heart was thrilled and her beautiful eyes were looking around. Unexpectedly, Fang Chen, who had met once, was a hidden character. Yes! He dared to come here to act wildly, but it would not work without two tricks.

With a breeze, Nangong Wan'er looked at the thick gate made of steel bars in surprise and was blown out of a human-shaped hole. If Nangong Wan'er hadn't seen it with her own eyes, how could she believe that there was such martial arts in the world that quietly broke the first defense of the British Museum.

Nangong Wan'er was outside the door, and her silver teeth bit her body and her figure suddenly disappeared into the thick fog. After all, she was a martial arts practitioner. Although she had not reached the innate level, she was like under the light in the thick fog. In less than a moment, she entered the second level, which was a steel-flowered glass door several centimeters, and a password lock was set up. Unfortunately, the thief did not use high technology to destroy the password lock as he imagined, but simply adopted the most primitive method and hit it head-in to form a human-shaped hole. Unfortunately, Nangong Wan'er still doesn't know what method Fang Chen used, and there was no trace of broken glass left on the ground. However, she also knew that time was urgent, so she quickly passed through the European, African, American, and all the way to the innermost Huaxia Pavilion.

As soon as I entered, I was shocked when I entered. A golden light shot out from Fang Chen's palm, breaking through the tempered glass covered by the flying map, slowly approaching the flying map, and suddenly a holy white light shot out from the flying map.

Fang Chen shouted angrily: "Damn the Holy See." He did not neglect his hand, and the golden light became stronger. The white light turned into nothingness just after touching it. But Fang Chen knew that it was just a ban left by the people in the Holy See on the flying map. As long as someone touched this flying map, the people in the Holy See on the other place would have a sense and would come as fast as possible.

However, it is already difficult to get rid of a tiger. Fang Chen took out a large seal with his left hand, which was coiled with nine dragons on it, forming the shape of a jade seal. He shouted loudly and said, "The dragon vein in the Shenzhou Province, the golden light of merit, is given! Is it?" He heard that there was a dragon roar in the museum, and a golden light shot out from the flying map and did not enter the jade seal.

Seeing this, Fang Chen finally breathed a sigh of relief. He was about to greet Nangong Wan'er, but suddenly he saw several gusts of wind blowing several miles away. He was shocked and knew that the people in the Holy See were coming. He quickly came from the Niwan. The mouth of the gourd sucked at the Huaxia Pavilion. Suddenly, a strong wind blew in the entire Huaxia Pavilion. The mouth of the gourd was like a whale sucking water, like the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves. In an instant, everything in the entire Huaxia Pavilion was taken in, leaving only an empty hall.

Nangong Wan'er's little mouth was opened inside her mask, and her eyes showed an incredible look. Could it be that there are really immortals in this world? At this time, she found that she didn't know the compatriot in front of her, the mysterious man.

"You get out of here soon. Someone is coming." Fang Chen also showed a look of nervousness, because he found that the strength of the visitor was extraordinary.

"Oh, what should you do?" Nangong Wan'er realized at this time that she seemed to have dragged Fang Chen down, so she quickly said, "You go first, I am from the eight major families in China. The British Empire dare not do anything to me." Fang Chen was moved and funny.
Chapter completed!