That afternoon, Lu Fan left Jiangbei Nursing Home and prepared to drive to Emerald Valley.
What happened at Huarong Building last night made Lu Fan decide to consider changing his base. This would at least allow people like Tang Huanxi to be in a safe environment at all times.
He initially thought of Luyao Medical Clinic, but the medical clinic is located in the bustling center of Nandu City, and its geographical location is too sensitive. Once a large-scale confrontation occurs, not only will innocent people be affected, but he and the people around him will also be constrained.
The sacred temple can have no scruples, but he can't.
Everyone else also received his call, and they all left from various bases and drove to the designated location as soon as possible.
Mountainside villa garden.
The moon is bright and the stars are sparse.
A group of figures gathered in the rose garden of the mountainside villa.
At this time, although the rose blooming season has passed, the artificially cultivated flower seeds in the yard are blooming extremely brightly at this time, and the petals of the roses are blooming, setting off the boundless night, tranquil and dreamy.
Lu Fan looked at the people in front of him and suddenly realized that such a group of people had gathered around him unknowingly.
Liu Qingqing was in the villa room, with Fu Ling personally taking care of her.
Zhang Zihao was already awake, his body covered with bandages, and he was sitting next to Lu Fan.
Ma Zicong also rushed back from the Chen family manor. He carried thousands of corpses in one day. Even though he was half a master, he was still sitting there with a pale face, as if he had anemia.
And Bai Qiming.
Wen Ren Muxue, Licorice, Sea Aster, Butterfly...
Almost all of the others were seriously injured and fell on the bed, being taken care of by the blood medicine sect.
The night wind blew gusts, blowing on a few people who rarely found peace.
"It's rare to be quiet."
Lu Fan brought over the brewed teapot and placed it on the middle table: "If Coach Lei hadn't suddenly returned, I guess I would still be in the Southeast Industrial Factory, looking for the lair of the sacred temple..."
"Does this save your life?"
Wenren Muxue rarely took the initiative to speak: "Judging from the current situation in Nandu, all the people in the sacred temple are now concentrated in the lair. If you go alone, what is the difference between going and dying?"
"The kingdom and the Duke have not shown up yet, and it is very likely that they are presiding over the situation there."
Black Butterfly was sitting next to Hai Ziyuan, and her long black skirt set off her elegant and elegant temperament: "I think Coach Lei's suggestion is reasonable. At present, when the situation in Nandu is not yet clear, it is better to be still than to move. It is too reckless. Indeed,
It puts us in a dilemma.”
Hai Ziyuan sat next to her, quietly playing with the dagger in her hand, without speaking.
"Whoosh!"
A cold light flashed and flew straight towards Xianghai Ziyuan.
Hai Ziyuan subconsciously raised her hand and grabbed it. A delicate and beautiful butterfly knife was caught in her palm.
"Didn't you always want this?"
"I'll give it to you for now."
Lu Fan smiled and said, "After all, the thing is not mine. When its owner comes to ask for it, you have to return it to me."
Since Qiao Mu's rebellion, Hai Ziyuan, who was originally taciturn, has become more introverted. According to Black Butterfly, she hasn't spoken for a long time.
Hai Ziyuan grabbed the short knife in her hand, raised her head and glanced at Lu Fan, her watery eyes showing no color at all. Then she lowered her head again, hid her short knife in her black leather boots, and wiped it with her white palm.
Lu Fan's butterfly knife.
"Then I'll get straight to the point."
Seeing that everyone was silent, Lu Fan said calmly: "I have informed the president of the Dragon Slaying Association, Mr. Xuanyuan, about all the news here. In about half an hour, he will come to Nandu and come here to see us.
