Every five seconds, a drop of water will drip down from the dragon mouth of the faucet       />

The flange, who was so idle that he had nothing to do, sat on the bed, staring at the dripping of water, the single detention room of the Public Security Bureau was indeed not too bad, at least there was a baffle in front of the toilet in the corner that could block his butt.

This was Zhu Yan's warning to him. That old man... is worthy of being a famous ghost fox. At least he has lived under the same roof for almost eight years. He is really not vague when he starts to do it. Flan looked at his right wrist and put an ordinary metal bracelet on it. As long as he leaves the cell or tries to take off this thing, he will probably turn into a pile of powder in an instant.

What day is it? Day 6.

The clear foot sounded outside the cell, step by step, stable and powerful. Flange slowly raised his head and looked at the figure that appeared outside the prison door.

"I didn't expect it would be me?"

Black hair and dark eyes, the iconic feature of the Lu royal family, a black and red palace robe, with hands behind her back, and her standing posture was impeccable. The late emperor once praised him for "Yushu is in the wind", so he named him Prince Yushu - Prince Yushu and Lu Fan.

In terms of appearance and demeanor, even ten flanges are not as good as the other party.

"Come out, the teacher wants to see you."

Flan looked at the other person silently, raised his right hand to let the other person see clearly what was wearing.

Lu Fan narrowed his eyes and laughed silently.

"Who put the detention ring for the death row of the death row?...I'm sorry, no one told me the key."

"So I can't get out, either." Flan said calmly, "Please go and find the investigator who brought me in and ask me how to open this thing."

"It sounds very troublesome." Lu Fan, outside the cell, reached out and pulled open the closed prison door naturally, bent down and walked in, shaking his right hand gently, and a slender light blade suddenly appeared in his palm.

"What are you doing?" Flan stared at Lu Fan vigilantly, "My hand has not been modified, and this thing is a monitoring of life characteristics..."

His voice came to an abrupt end, and the bracelet cut in half fell off from his wrist to the sides, and nothing happened.

"I guess it's fake." Lu Fan said.

Flan's face was dull: "What if it's true?"

"You're going to be your fate."

"Lu Fan... I'm your ancestor."

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The sun is bright, and the sun is always bright.

"Your Highness, there is something bad about you. Your Excellency Fran has left the detention room of the Public Security Bureau and his whereabouts are unknown."

Lu Hailan, who was rarely interested in having fun in the yard, raised his head slightly and looked at Zhu Yan standing in the veranda. The old eunuch was placing his arms, and his expression was no different from usual, but the turbid old eyes had a few more shimmers than usual.

"He ran away?"

"Yes, I ran away."

"Why do you want to run?" Lu Hailan fed the little fish in his hand to the cat, and said in a plain tone, "Don't this seem more suspicious?"

"I don't know, maybe I'm guilty."

For a while, Lu Hailan didn't even say anything. After a while, he suddenly asked Zhu Yan: "I seem to have never asked, Zhu Yan, you know countless people. In your opinion, what kind of person is Flan?"

Zhu Yan smiled.

"My little master wants to hear the truth, or is it a lie?"

"never mind."

Lu Hailan looked a little complicated, he clapped his hands and stood up with his knees.

"I don't want to hear the truth or lies, so I'd better look at it with my own eyes."

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The inconspicuous car drove onto the high-speed transmission belt. Lu Fan removed the manual driving mode and lowered his head and lit a cigarette.

"I heard that you took His Royal Highness to Wei An and caused him to be in danger." He said to Flan, "You are too brave."

Flan looked at the view passing by quickly outside the car window and spoke slowly, "I just wanted to take him out to relax, but I almost got bombarded by a main gun. Why do you think this is?"

"Yes, why?"

Lu Fan thought casually, and opened the speaker as he spoke, and a gentle and ethereal female voice rang leisurely in the carriage. Flan turned his head slightly and glanced at him.

"Sieron?"

"right."

"Evil fun."

Lu Fan narrowed his eyes in surprise and then showed a funny expression.

"I remember you were quite close to me when you were a child." He looked at the road ahead and said casually, "Why is the more you grow up, the less adorable it is."

Flan ignored him, but stared at the scene around him and asked, "This is not the way to the Great Light Palace, right?"

"Yeah, right."

"You said the teacher wants to see me." Flan frowned.

"I won't cheat you with this." Lu Fan smiled and explained, "The teacher is in the Tower of Light."

After saying this, he suddenly turned the driving switch, pulled the control handle and jumped to the high-speed transmission belt to change lines. Flange glanced at the surveillance image on the bridge and whispered: "There is another car on the left."

Lu Fan bit the cigarette and turned 180 degrees under the crazy whistle of the vehicle behind him. He jumped onto the reverse transmission belt above, then twisted the button next to him, and the optical camouflage layer shrouded outside the vehicle flashed like water waves, and had been changed into another appearance.

He switched back to autonomous driving mode, took off his cigarette, and threw it into the cigarette extinguisher beside him.

"I will have to send you back to the Public Security Bureau later." Lu Fan said, "You are really going to cause trouble."

Flan said coldly: "Thank you for your blessing."

The car took a high-speed transmission belt and circled around the imperial capital star one-thirty-two of the circle. From the Ping An District where the Imperial Capital Hall of the Public Security Bureau was located, we came to the Guangming Tower area thousands of kilometers away. The metal tower standing on the surface looked really careless from the outside, just like a smooth column, with no mysterious runes, and no elegant and unique architectural style.

Lu Fan showed the internal work permit of the Illuminati, and the imperial guards guarding around the tower naturally allowed him to go.

The car drove along the road into the spacious underground passage, and then took a lift into the tower. As a miracle that has not been explained by science so far, in the minds of many people, the mysterious tower of Light is actually just an extremely ordinary living room. More than one hundred ascetics of the Illuminati have lived here for a long time, occasionally someone left, and someone came in from outside... The current gray-robed sage Tien was once such an ascetic who lived in the Tower of Light.

He practiced hard in the Tower of Light for forty years, and was appointed by the wise man before his death. He walked out of the Tower of Light and became a new sage. Before that, no one even heard of his name. In the Light Society, the alternation of the supreme rank of the wise man in the gray robe has always been appointing the name, and no one can question it. It has been like this for thousands of years.

No one stipulates that teachers must name their own disciples, and no one stipulates that older disciples are more qualified than younger disciples.

Lu Fan and Flan walked in the silent tower of light one after another, walked past closed doors, and came to the only sermon room on the top floor.

Lu Fan raised his hand, knocked on the door, and pushed the door inward.

"Teacher." "Teacher."

The elderly sage sat by the window, looking at the bright sunshine outside, and waved to them gently. The warm breeze slowly blew into the room from outside the window. The old sage had a faint smile on his lips, and turned his head to stare at his eldest disciple and his younger disciple.

"I feel like I'm not long."

He said calmly.

"I've called you here today, and I've got a final task to you."

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On the tenth day of the fifth month of the empire, it was 3:30 a.m. to leave the palace.

kitchen.

If you ask who is the most loved person in other palaces? The answer is Lu Hailan? No.

The answer is the chef of the East Courtyard.

The chef is a middle-aged fat man. He is a little bald because of the excessive pressure, but this does not affect everyone's love for him. Even Lu Hailan has been moved by delicious food so much that he can't speak, and he has the idea of ​​"It's so good to be alive."

However, the unanimous love from top to bottom also caused a lot of trouble for the chef, because the more he was praised, the more strict he was against himself. Since the next day was the day when Lin Huan came back from school every week, he got up in the middle of the night to make the other party’s favorite braised food.

Then I bumped into a ghost in the kitchen.

"Catch the thief!" The chef, who was not a ghost, screamed and twisted his fat body and ran out in panic, "There are thieves! Catch..."

A cold and wet palm stretched out from behind and covered his mouth tightly. The chef widened his eyes in fear, and was pressed against the wall by the other party with his arms in reverse. He felt a hot flash spray on the back of his neck, and he couldn't help but shivered.

The hand slowly removed from his mouth.

"Don't shout." A slightly familiar voice sounded behind his ears, "I'm not a thief."

The chef tried hard to search for the memories in his mind, and after a moment, he was unsure: "Flan...teacher?"

The other party let him go. The chef touched his wrist, which was a little hurt, and slowly turned around. Although the light was very dark, if you look closely, isn't the flange standing behind him?

Teacher Flan smiled at him a little embarrassedly: "Sorry, you shouted too loudly just now. I was afraid of attracting people, so I was a little... rough."

The chef looked at the other person silently, stuck out his tongue and licked the place on his mouth where the other person's palm touched. Yes, this is the smell of his marinade.

"You..." He tried to organize the wording, "Hungry?"

Teacher Flan blinked, then nodded honestly.

Half an hour later.

Lu Hailan, wearing a wind robe and pajamas, rushed to the kitchen and saw a man who suddenly disappeared sitting at the table eating fried rice with a happy look on his face. There was also a little nervous chef standing next to him.
Chapter completed!