He was wearing a gray waiter uniform, his body was a little hunched, his head lowered, and his face seemed to be stained with dust, covering his originally fair and handsome face. But even so, Kong Fang recognized him the moment he saw this figure.
"Bai Junhao!" Kong Fang yelled in his heart, but he did not shout out.
Although Bai Junhao is now completely different from Bai Junhao in Kong Fang's impression in the past, and no matter how down and out Bai Junhao, as the young lord of Qingyuan City, cannot be so down and out. What's more, he has never heard of any changes in the Bai family, as the lord's mansion.
So is all this in front of you an illusion?
Shaking his head, he looked at Bai Junhao's face under his head deeply, and Kong Fang was sure that he would not read it wrong. Even at this time, Bai Junhao would not remind people of the once energetic young city lord. However, with his keen sense of the soul breath, Kong Fang knew very well that the waiter in front of him was Bai Junhao. Besides, Bai Junhao had not practiced the bone transformation technique. Although he had carefully decorated this look, there were still traces to follow.
The young city lord of the Bai family dressed up like this and was willing to be a mere waiter in the Qingyuan auction. This seemed incredible to Kong Fang. He knew clearly how proud Bai Junhao was.
"There was no change in the Bai family, so it seemed that something happened between Bai Junhao and the Bai family." His eyes flashed, and Kong Fang secretly guessed in his heart. The next moment, Kong Ban thought of Mu Xinyan.
Bai Junhao's affairs were strange, and his sister Mu Xinyan was taken back to the Bai family by Bai Junhao before. What's going on with Mu Xinyan now?
As soon as he thought of this, Kong Fang felt a sense of anxiety for no reason. However, after the initial exclaim, his face returned to his previous calm.
"Do you know Mu Yan?" Fatty Zhu glanced at Kong Fang and Bai Junhao, and then said with a smile.
"Mu Yan." Kong Fang whispered in his heart. He knew that this should be Bai Junhao's pseudonym at this time.
"I look very similar to a friend of mine, but at this time I look closely, there is still a big difference. I recognize the wrong person." Kong Fang shook his head.
There are many people here, and although they are a little anxious, Kong Fang still cannot defeat Bai Junhao's identity, and it is even more impossible to tell him that he is Kong Fang.
He reached out and stuffed ten blood ginseng from the brocade basin into a cloth bag, and then put ten spiritual tickets into his arms. Kong Fang never looked at Bai Junhao again, waved to Fatty Zhu, and left the conference room.
Outside the auction, Kong Lingyun looked curious: "You clearly know that guy, why do you pretend not to know him? Is there anyone else you are afraid of here?"
"This is not something that can be explained clearly in a few words, but I have my plans." Kong Fang was not obviously not interested in explaining to Kong Lingyun. After walking out of the auction hall, the anxious look appeared on his face.
On a small road not far from the auction hall, Kong Fang paced back and forth several times and finally made up his mind.
"I may be waiting here for a while. If you are annoyed, you can leave." Kong Fang said to Kong Lingyun.
"Drive me away?" He raised his eyebrows, and there was no anger on Kong Lingyun's face, but instead a look of interest appeared.
If Kong Fang had been calm and calm, when he broke through the Lingji Realm, he would probably not have to take action in such a place. But now this sudden change has given Kong Lingyun a glimmer of hope.
"Anyway, I have nothing to do, so what if I wait with you for a while?" Kong Lingyun curled her lips and said.
...
Time passed by while waiting, and before I knew it, the sky gradually turned dark. At this moment, Kong Fang's eyes lit up. In his sight, a hunched gray figure walked out of the auction hall.
Bai Junhao's slightly gray face was calm, but when he looked closely, there was a hint of caution in his eyes half-covered with his messy hair.
During the day, Kong Fang's unexpected scream made Bai Junhao feel a sudden feeling when he remembered it. Although Kong Fang's performance was normal afterwards, it looked like he said, he just looked very similar to his friend and recognized the wrong person. But I don't know why, there was always a feeling of being infatuated, as if it were not present and not lingering in Bai Junhao's heart.
"Maybe it's my own hallucination." Bai Junhao rubbed his eyebrows tiredly, so he comforted himself. The life of grass and trees in the past few days not only smoothed out all his water chestnuts, but only he knew the fatigue in it.
but……
"Xinyan..." These two simple words seemed to contain some magic, which made the fatigue on Bai Junhao's face suddenly disappear. He carefully and cautiously investigated the surroundings and confirmed that no one was following him. Bai Junhao then took a step and gradually disappeared at the door of the auction.
With the cultivation strength of Kong Fang and Kong Lingyun, it is naturally impossible for Bai Junhao to discover his figure. Therefore, after Bai Junhao set off for a few breaths, Kong Wen had to take steps and follow him. However, at this moment, Kong Fang frowned because he found that it was not only him who followed Bai Junhao!
Two seemingly ordinary middle-aged men began to follow him not far behind him after Bai Junhao set off.
"The Ninth Level of Blood Tempering Realm." Kong Fang whispered to himself. Although these two people were concealed very well, with Kong Fang's unique sense of soul breath, how could he not notice the true cultivation of these two people?
"What happened to the Bai family?" Kong Fang frowned again. However, he did not pull out the two warriors in the Ninth Heaven of the Blood Tempering Realm who were following Bai Junhao, but followed them far away as if they were following Bai Junhao.
Bai Junhao's pace was unhappy, and he walked around two more circles before slowly entering a small alley in the north of the city.
The alley was a little dark and damp, with several dilapidated old houses located in it. Bai Junhao walked to a house in the center, reached out and gently pushed the dilapidated wooden door open. After leaving, he closed the wooden door.
Behind the wooden door was a bleak courtyard. When Bai Junhao walked straight through the courtyard, he came to a room with a closed door. Then, he stretched out his hand and pressed it against the door, and then slowly pushed open the door.
call……
A cold air surged out the moment Bai Junhao pushed open the door.
His expression suddenly changed, and there was a rare panic in Bai Junhao's expression.
In the room about ten meters, there was nothing else to do except a bed, a table, and a wooden chair with a corner missing.
At this time, Bai Junhao's eyes were all focused on the wooden bed that occupied almost half of the room. On the bed, a beautiful figure was mostly wrapped in thick bedding, and the only thing exposed to the air was a pale face.
"Xinyan!" When he saw this pale face, Bai Junhao's face turned pale.
This person lying on the bed is Mu Xinyan, who Kong Fang cares most!
He reached out to stroke Mu Xinyan's forehead. When his fingers touched Mu Xinyan's smooth forehead, Bai Junhao couldn't help but tremble with excitement.
"So cold." Bai Junhao said tremblingly, "Damn it, Xinyan's cold air broke out again."
A trace of decisiveness flashed in his eyes, Bai Junhao took a deep breath, and the next moment, the power of qi and blood in his body flowed rapidly. At the same time, Bai Junhao reached out to press Mu Xinyan's forehead again.
A stream of pure qi and blood power followed Bai Junhao's palm pressing on Mu Xinyan's forehead, and continued to rush towards Mu Xinyan from his body.
Huh~~Wire wisps of white smoke rose from Mu Xinyan's body, and the temperature in the room seemed to be slowly rising. Even Mu Xinyan's face, which was originally pale and almost without blood, gradually improved a lot. However, Bai Junhao's face became paler and paler. The large loss of qi and blood power made his body tremble slightly, and even his expression became dim.
However, even so, Bai Junhao still had no intention of stopping. He knew that once he stopped now, the cold air in Mu Xinyan's body would explode again immediately.
But at this moment, Bai Junhao's expression suddenly changed, and a miserable touch appeared on his face quietly. In his sight, the door that was originally closed had already opened wide, and two black figures with indifferent expressions walked towards him step by step.