Dongfang Yanran appeared at the door of the villa wearing a black sportswear, with most of her hair cut off at some point, leaving only shoulder length.
Her face was still a little pale and her speech was weak.
But his eyes were extremely firm: "Let me stay with you. I didn't come here to take refuge. I want to recover as soon as possible. I want to improve my strength and return to Yanjing for the sake of my parents and my tribe.
revenge."
Looking at Dongfang Yanran, Lu Fan and Zhao Lianer looked at each other.
"Well, let's go."
Lu Fan nodded and left overnight.
He chose to leave Nandu by train, and his first stop was the capital of China, Beijing.
The reason why he didn't choose a faster means of transportation like flying was because he didn't know if he was being targeted.
Once discovered by these people, flying will be too dangerous.
He didn't want the hijacking incident in Binhai to happen again.
And if it was a plane crash, neither he nor Dongfang Yanran would be able to survive.
It was early autumn, and there were not many people on the train from Nandu to Shangjing.
Lu Fan and Dongfang Yanran were both sleepers. Although it was late at night, they were not sleepy. They sat on the chairs by the window, facing each other and looking out the window.
It emerges from the mud without being stained, and washes away the clear ripples without being stained.
Dongfang Yanran still has a face that will captivate a country even when she is sick.
The eldest lady of the Guwu family is impeccable in terms of temperament and appearance.
"I never imagined that one day the two of us would be sitting on a train like this, or in a sleeper berth."
Seeing Dongfang Yanran's frown, Lu Fan took the initiative to smile and said, "It's quite good. It's also a life experience. Otherwise, as the eldest lady of the Dongfang family, I'm afraid you would never appear in such a place in this life."
When talking about the Dongfang family, Lu Fan clearly noticed a flash of loneliness in Dongfang Yanran's eyes.
He knew he had said something wrong, so he corrected himself: "Taoists always like to experience the world of mortals. Now, it can be regarded as a kind of experience for us."
"Lu Fan."
Dongfeng Yanran suddenly spoke.
"What's wrong?" Lu Fan was stunned.
"Do you know why I have to come to Nandu and risk my life to see you?"
Dongfang Yanran looked at him and asked.
Lu Fan said nothing, waiting for her to continue.
Dongfang Yanran was silent for a moment, then took out a box wrapped in black cloth from the backpack behind her and placed it on the small table between the two of them.
"Remember the trip to the East China Sea?"
She looked at Lu Fan.
Lu Fan raised his eyebrows and looked at Dongfang Yanran's serious expression and the box covered by her palm.
"Green-black dagger?" His heart skipped a beat.
"Um."
Dongfang Yanran nodded and asked, "You should have found the remaining six daggers and the picture now, right?"
Lu Fan's pupils shrank violently.
"No, there's still a little to go..."
For such a long time, he has not gained anything from being outside.
I have already collected five Qingwu daggers in my hand, and I only need the last one to make ten with the four in Dongfang Yanran's hand, thus solving the mystery of this situation.
"I have."
Dongfang Yanran spoke softly: "In my family's library, the top floor will never allow anyone to enter, including me."
"If it hadn't been for the destruction of my family this time, I'm afraid I would never have known that the last blue-black dagger was actually hidden in the hands of my family."
She stared at Lu Fan: "We can crack the secret of this trend."
