Zhou Biao frowned and looked at him: "What are you talking about?"
The younger brother hesitated for a moment and then said: "He...he said that if Brother Biao is not afraid of death, he can personally lead people to find trouble for him..."
Zhou Biao's face completely darkened when he heard this!
Endless anger burst out from his eyes: "Okay, very good! Since he wants to die, then I will help him!"
At this time, the man in sunglasses on the ground opened his eyes in a daze.
"Biao...Brother Biao." He shouted in pain.
Zhou Biao hurriedly knelt down and asked, "How are you?"
The man in sunglasses said painfully: "Brother Biao, that person is really powerful, you'd better not go."
"But you have been beaten like this by him, should I just let this grudge go? Then how can I hang around in the East China Sea in the future?" Zhou Biao said angrily.
The man in sunglasses said: "If Brother Biao really wants to go, I suggest you find Master Feng to take action."
Hearing this, Zhou Biao was stunned for a moment, then frowned: "Looking for Master Feng? Is this necessary?"
The man in sunglasses nodded: "Yes, he is not an ordinary person, I'm afraid he is a practitioner."
"What!?" Zhou Biao's eyes were suddenly shocked when he heard this.
Originally, he thought that the man was just an ordinary person, with at most a little bit of skill, but he didn't expect that he would be a cultivator.
"Are you sure?" Zhou Biao asked.
The man in sunglasses endured the pain and said: "I'm not completely sure, but judging from his skills at that time, it couldn't be the speed and skill that ordinary people can possess. He should be a practitioner."
Zhou Biao frowned and said nothing.
At this time, the man in sunglasses couldn't help but scream, because there was a tearing pain in the bone.
Zhou Biao came to his senses and said hurriedly: "Quick, take him to the doctor."
"Yes!" The boy next to him hurriedly lifted the man in sunglasses down.
Watching the man in sunglasses being carried away, Zhou Biao had a complicated expression on his face.
Just now he was thinking of calling forty or fifty people to find that person's trouble, but now it seems that this is no longer possible.
Because he knows that if the other party is a practitioner, even if there are forty or fifty people, they may not be the opponent of the other party.
After all, Master Feng is a practitioner, and I have seen his skills with my own eyes.
Let alone ordinary iron rods and watermelon knives, even bullets can be dodged, which is not an ability that ordinary people can possess.
"It seems that we can only go to Master Feng." Zhou Biao said to himself.
At this time, Xiao Fan was sitting cross-legged on the bed at home practicing.
After a moment, he opened his eyes.
He looked at his body and frowned: "It's strange. When I took action before, I clearly felt that my strength seemed to be back. Why is it gone now?"
He felt it carefully again, but he still couldn't feel the strength before.
"Could it be intermittent?" Xiao Fan said to himself.
I tried again and found that it still didn't work, so I had no choice but to give up.
At this moment, his cell phone suddenly rang.
He picked it up and saw it was an unfamiliar number.
Xiao Fan was a little confused when he saw this number. Very few people knew his number. Who would call him?
He hesitated and answered the phone.
"Is it Xiao Fan?" A girl's voice came from the other side of the phone.
When Xiao Fan heard this voice, he felt it sounded familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.
He asked doubtfully: "It's me, are you?"
"I'm Zhao Yiru." The girl on the other side of the phone said.
Xiao Fan was surprised: "How did you know my number?"
"Wen Xin told me." Zhao Yiru said.
Xiao Fan suddenly realized: "It turns out to be her. What do you want from me?"
Zhao Yiru was silent for a moment before speaking: "I want to talk to you, do you have time now?"
Xiao Fan glanced at the time and found that it was already past six in the afternoon.
"Yes." He said to Zhao Yiru on the other side of the phone.
Zhao Yiru: "Then let's meet at Yaru Restaurant later."
"Okay, I'll go over now." After Xiao Fan finished speaking, he hung up the phone.
He looked at the phone with some doubts in his heart. What would happen if she came to him?
Although he and she are considered friends, they can only be regarded as ordinary friends and not close friends.
Logically speaking, if she had something on her mind, she would not talk to herself, but to Ye Wenxin.
He thought for a while, then changed into a set of clothes and went out.
About forty minutes later, he arrived at Yaru Restaurant.
After he entered the door, he saw a person waving to him by the window not far away.
He smiled at Zhao Yiru and walked over.
Xiao Fan came and sat down in front of Zhao Yiru. He smiled and said, "Sorry, I kept you waiting for so long."
Zhao Yiru smiled and said: "No, I just arrived. You should see what you want to eat first."
She said and handed the menu to Xiao Fan.
Xiao Fan smiled and said, "I can eat whatever I want, as long as you keep an eye on it."
Zhao Yiru: "Then I'll keep an eye on it."
Xiao Fan nodded.
Later, Zhao Yiru asked the waiter to come over and order a few dishes.
"That's it." Zhao Yiru said and handed the menu to the waiter.
"Okay, please wait a moment." The waiter took the menu and left.
After he retreated, Zhao Yiru looked at Xiao Fan and said, "I haven't had time to thank you properly for what happened yesterday. Today's meal is just a thank you for your life-saving grace yesterday."
"That's why you asked me to come out for dinner today? That's probably not the case," Xiao Fan said.
Zhao Yiru smiled and lifted up the messy hair on his forehead: "I really can't hide anything from you."
"Tell me, what are you asking me for? Do you need my help?" Xiao Fan asked.
Zhao Yiru was silent for a moment and then said: "I would like to ask, have we met somewhere before?"
Xiao Fan was stunned.
He didn't expect Zhao Yiru to ask this question suddenly.
He smiled and said: "You should know this question very well. If you had met him, wouldn't you have an impression?"
Zhao Yiru looked at Xiao Fan and said: "I feel like we have met before somewhere. I always feel familiar when I see you, but I can't remember where I saw you."
"Don't you have amnesia?" Xiao Fan joked.
Zhao Yiru shook his head: "It's not amnesia, it's a very special feeling."
"A special feeling? Don't tell me it's a feeling of love." Xiao Fan said.
Zhao Yiru smiled lightly: "You are joking."
"What does that feel like?" Xiao Fan was curious.
Zhao Yiru looked at him: "Do you believe in reincarnation?"
Xiao Fan was a little confused. Why were the questions she asked so mysterious?
"Why do you ask that?" Xiao Fan was puzzled.
Zhao Yiru stared at him: "I feel like we knew each other in the past life."