The result of this trip, stirred up... Now, just like you, with a broken leg and captured, who should we cry to?
Mo Gan Yun and the others ca over, puzzled after the battle: "Boss, what happened here?"
"I don’t know either."
Fang Che looked serious: "I estimate that a Guardian expert has arrived here secretly."
"That must be it."
Fang Che nodded: "That’s the case!"
Then he said: "Hurry up and clear the battlefield, check the spoils, then stop the bleeding, treat the wounds, don’t let them bleed out and die..."
"Should we thank the senior?"
"The senior should have left long ago."
Fang Che had it all planned out.
Because just now he heard Emperor Ye’s transmission: "After those two are done, you can handle the rest on your own, right?"
Fang Che imdiately understood.
It turned out Emperor Ye had co.
So he calmly nodded.
He heard Emperor Ye transmit: "If you can handle it, I’ll go take a look. Heavenly King Flute is here. I guess this ti, it’s still aid at ."
Fang Che nodded again.
"If there’s anything else, the boss is watching secretly, don’t worry."
Emperor Ye eventually gave so credit to his big brother.
Stuck in the middle, he was also uncomfortable. It would be better to get that matter over with as soon as possible.
Fang Che shook his head.
Indicating there was no need for Sikong Dou.
Emperor Ye sighed, knowing Fang Che still had so lingering issues.
He said: "I’m off."
Then he leaped up and disappeared into the high sky.
Sikong Dou hid in the shadows, looking dejected.
Still not working... But then again, if it was who lost face that day, we probably would have ended up as enemies long ago.
Fang Che helped us so much but lost so much face, shouldn’t he have so temper?
...
Right on that big tree where a few people crashed... so close by.
There was a gray shadow blending with the tree, staying on it.
So close that even a fart could be slled, yet no one noticed.
Including Emperor Ye and Sikong Dou, none discovered it.
It was that ordinary-looking middle-aged man.
Yeah, the Sixth Fang.
He had his left leg on one big tree branch, right leg on another, his hip perfectly fitting the fork, both hands spread open on the side branches, neck and spine leaning against the branch, his head rged into the shadow.
A gust of wind passed, and his ears could actually sway like leaves...
Even if soone climbed the tree, they might not see him.
This is Fang’s Sixth "All Things Mimicry Skill."
Legend has it, back in the day, after he was seriously injured, he used this skill to blend into a wolf pack, running two thousand miles with them, crossing countless mountains, and the pursuers never recognized him.
The most amazing part... even the wolf pack didn’t recognize that he wasn’t one of their own!
Now leisurely swinging with the wind on the tree.
Feeling quite content.
"Sikong Ye actually secretly helped my treasure. Haha, this kid has so vision. Back then he was okay... just stubborn to death,"
"No wonder Sikong Dou was so ingratiating, this arrogant fool acting all coy, if he’s this ingratiating, he must have done sothing wrong to my treasure... When I recover, I’ll cut him twice."
"For Sikong Ye’s sake, I won’t kill him!"
"Looks like my son is doing well, with these two brothers helping him, I am relieved."
Fang Yunzheng felt completely comforted.
Ever since he found out he had a son, only God knows what kind of feelings the Sixth Fang had in his heart, excitent, anxiety, guilt, a sense of debt, heartache...
It was a mixture of emotions, overwhelming in an instant.
This made the naturally protective Fang Yunzheng have an imdiate impulse to exterminate all the insiders.
Dongfang Sansan, Xue Fuxiao, Yin Shen Palace, Yan Nan, Duan Xiyang, and all Vice Sect Masters of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect...
If all these people were killed, who else in the world could threaten my son?
Fortunately, this insane thought only surged for a mont before being suppressed. Otherwise, it would have certainly caused a huge disaster.
So after coming down the mountain, Fang Yunzheng first isolated Feng Yunqi.
Next, he disconnected his Soul Jade Pendant from his soul.
Entering a state of silence.
From then on, like a drop of water, rging into the sea.
And then, he constantly inquired along the way until he reached Donghu State.
All the while, paying attention to the movents of Jianghu people, sotis hearing many talking about Fang Tu, occasionally about Jianghu tales ntioning Yemo...
Every ti, he wanted to listen intently.
Unfortunately, those murderers just wouldn’t cooperate, whenever he strained his ears to listen, they changed the subject.
The Sixth Fang was tempted all the way.
Waves of impulse to kill!
Until he entered the boundaries of Donghu State, suddenly surrounded by overwhelming news about his son, he couldn’t be more excited.
Listening and drinking at the sa ti.
Excitedly cheering in his heart: My son! The one I fathered!
The person you’re praising, the Wan Family’s Buddha you’re talking about, is my son!
At that mont, the Sixth Fang was overjoyed.
So anxious and eager to search all the way, of course, changing his appearance.
But when he truly saw Fang Che, the Sixth Fang was bewildered, apprehensive; in his mind, wasn’t a son supposed to be a ’small pinkish chubby thing, with a candle on the buttock’?
How did he get so big?...
Even though he heard rumors along the way, knowing his son had grown up, he was still apprehensive.
Moreover, what identity does he have now?
Right now, he’s an unrecognized wild dad, how can he acknowledge it?
That’s why Fang Yunzheng followed all along, one reason being he was warned by Dongfang Sansan, absolutely not to acknowledge now; another, without Fang Qianyi’s approval, claiming his son was as hard as climbing to the skies!
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