Bai Xiu held the bamboo slip in his hand. The first piece of bamboo was taken away and became his weapon to kill his enemy.
Under the attack of the ice balls that filled the sky, a bamboo piece that blended in with the color of the sky suddenly flew over.
The worst thing was that the bamboo piece came from behind, and it stabbed into the middle of Fang Yan's back while he was busy blocking the ice balls, as if there was another killer hiding in the snow behind him.
A pincer attack, using countless ice balls as bait to attract Fang Yan's attention, but the real killer move was on this bamboo piece.
Fortunately, Fang Yan had the heart of Tai Chi.
The heart of Tai Chi was the heart of nature, and the domain of Tai Chi was the domain of the king. In his own territory, everything was under Fang Yan's supervision.
Therefore, Fang Yan chose to grab a handful of ice balls to block the ice balls, while his other hand was used to intercept the killer move from behind.
Being on guard, the bamboo piece fell into Fang Yan's hand.
Bai Xiu looked at the bamboo piece and smiled. "This is my third move."
"The third move to kill me?"
"I'm just more attentive. As you said, if I don't use a special move, I can't defeat you, and it's difficult to force you to use your true strength — even so, you still blocked it. "
Bai Xiu showed a regretful expression. "A move that doesn't kill can't be considered a killer move. I should have been more cautious. "
Fang Yan looked at Bai Xiu with a smile. "Don't worry, there will be another chance —"
"Yes." Bai Xiu nodded seriously. "Now that you're back at Swallow Fort, we have a chance to spar at any time — right, did Phoenix go to Flower City to find you?"
Fang Yan stared sharply at Bai Xiu, trying to see through his real thoughts at the moment.
Was he jealous?
Or could it be that the murderous intent had arisen from love?
"Yes." Fang Yan nodded. Since Bai Xiu already knew, there was no point in hiding it. After all, many people had seen the phoenix when he had fought against the Thousand Leaves Army on the peak of One Sword Peak.
A shy smile appeared on Bai Xiu's face again as he said, "Thank you."
"Thank you? What are you thanking me for? "Fang Yan asked.
"Thank you for taking care of her for me," Bai Xiu said matter-of-factly.
"Aren't you worried?"
"Worried?"
"I'm worried that we'll rekindle our old feelings," Fang Yan said.
"The two of you never had any feelings for each other. How could you have rekindled them?" Bai Xiu asked with a puzzled expression.
"—" Fang Yan felt like he had been stabbed in the chest.
He waved his hand and impatiently said to Bai Xiu, "Let's go, let's go back to eat."
"Goodbye," Bai Xiu said with a smile.
By the time Fang Yan, Fang Yingying, and Fang Haohan had gone far away, Bai Xiu was still standing straight in the snowstorm.
He pulled his right hand out from behind his back and looked at the red line mark in the middle of his palm with a slight frown.
He took out another piece of bamboo from the bamboo slip, then used it as a knife and used it to make a cut on his palm.
His flesh split open and blood gushed out. His palm and the gaps between his fingers were instantly dyed red with blood.
The shallow red line was actually a living creature. Perhaps it had sensed danger and wanted to burrow deeper into his flesh.
Bai Xiu's fingers shot out like lightning and pinched one end of the red line with two fingers, forcibly pulling it out of his palm.
Screech, screech, screech —
The red line shook its head and let out a soft cry.
Bai Xiu raised the red line snake in front of his eyes and looked at it, then suddenly exerted force.
Crack —
The red line snake's body exploded and turned into a puddle of blood.
Bai Xiu threw the red line snake on the ground, then grabbed a handful of snow and rubbed it in his hand to clean the blood off his fingers.
"What else do you know?" Bai Xiu muttered to himself.
The biting cold wind blew his long hair, and his white robe also danced wildly in the wind. He sprinted barefoot like a wandering ghost in the wilderness.
Crack, crack, crack —
The three martial nephews walked through the deep snow toward the Fang family's mansion again.
"Junior Martial Uncle, who won, you or Bai Xiu?" Fang Yingying asked as he carried the big box. Because the snow was too deep, he could not put the box on the ground and pull it. He could only carry it in his arms and protect it carefully. He knew that the box was filled with gifts from Miss Lu Chaoge to the Fang family's master. If he carried it back like this, the Matriarch would at least praise Fang Yingying for his hard work and that this handsome young man was very good at doing things.
"I won," Fang Yan said.
"I knew Junior Martial Uncle must have won, so I didn't ask." So I won't ask, "Fang Haohan said.
Fang Yingying had the urge to beat up Fang Haohan. How could you stab your own brother like that?
He retorted, "I also knew that Junior Martial Uncle must have won. The reason why I asked this question is because — if no one asked, Junior Martial Uncle himself would be too embarrassed to tell us that he won, right? And this is the only way to express how much we value Junior Martial Uncle's every match. "
"He didn't lose either," Fang Yan said. His expression was stern, and his eyes were filled with unfathomable thoughts.
"What do you mean?" Fang Yingying and Fang Haohan were dumbfounded. What kind of answer was that?
Did Junior Martial Uncle win or lose? If he won, Junior Martial Uncle would definitely tell them — because he was not a humble person.
"Hero. Good man, "Fang Yan said in a deep voice. "If Bai Xiu wants to kill you, don't hesitate — run. Run as far as you can. "
"Junior Martial Uncle —" Fang Yingying's eyes widened. "Bai Xiu is —"
"Junior Martial Uncle, we understand," Fang Haohan kicked Fang Yingying's foot and interrupted, "We won't give Bai Xiu a chance. If Bai Xiu wants to kill us, we'll turn around and run — while shouting for help. "
Fang Yan looked at Fang Haohan with relief and said, "En. That's what you should do. Don't have any wishful thinking. "
Fang Yingying was very sad. He felt that he couldn't understand what Junior Martial Uncle and Fang Haohan were talking about.
Why did Bai Xiu want to kill them?
They were all from the same village, why did he want to kill them?
If he dared to kill them, wouldn't he be afraid of Junior Martial Uncle's revenge? Shifu wouldn't let him go either, right?
After walking through this alley and a pond, the first house facing the pond was the Fang family's mansion.
As they got closer and closer to home, Fang Yan became nervous again.
Kacha —
Fang Yan, who was walking at the back, suddenly stopped.
Fang Yingxiong and Fang Haohan, who were in front, habitually looked forward. They didn't find any suspicious characters, not even a chicken.
Who would come out and walk around when it was snowing?
"Junior Martial Uncle, what did you find?" Fang Yingying asked.
"There's no one in front — —" Fang Haohan reminded.
"Let's call home," Fang Yan said.
"Call?" Fang Yingying and Fang Haohan were dumbfounded. Fang Yingying's chubby finger pointed ahead and said, "Junior Martial Uncle, we'll be home in another five hundred meters. We don't need to call, right? "
"Let's just call," Fang Yan said. "We'll give our family a surprise."
"But if you call, won't everyone know that we're coming back? How can there be a surprise? "
Fang Yingying felt that his IQ couldn't understand Fang Yan's behavior.
Fang Yan took out his phone from his pocket and called home. Soon, the call was picked up.
"Hello, who is this?" His mother's voice came through.
"Mom, it's me," Fang Yan shouted while holding the phone.
"Fang Yan? Brat, are you on vacation? When are you coming back? "His mother asked eagerly. In front of their own children, all parents in the world didn't have much resistance.
"Mom, I won't be coming back for Chinese New Year," Fang Yan said. "I'm planning to spend Chinese New Year in Huacheng, so I can spend some time with grandpa and grandma —"
"Not coming back? How can you? If you want to spend time with grandpa and grandma, you can invite them over — — how can I not come back? "
"Mom, my dad, he — — is still mad at me, right? I left in such a hurry that I didn't have time to tell him. He must have been very disappointed, right? I feel very guilty — — "Fang Yan asked in a low voice.
"Silly kid, you're afraid that your dad is still mad at you, so you don't dare to come back, right? Don't worry, with me here, your dad won't dare to scold you. Come back, I'm on your side this time. If he dares to scold you, I won't forgive him. This time, it's not your fault — — "
"Mom, this is indeed my fault. It has nothing to do with my dad. You can't argue with him because of this. You have to stand on my dad's side, he's doing this for my own good — — I miss you too, I'll think about it — — "
"No need to think about it. Come back quickly. I'm waiting for you at home, I know you like to eat lamb scorpion, I'll make a big pot of it for you — — "
"Okay. I'll tell you when I get back, "Fang Yan said with a smile.
"Silly son, come back. I miss you — — "Mom said softly, her voice was sour.
"Mom, I know — — I miss you too. Don't worry, I'll be back soon, "Fang Yan comforted her softly.
"Okay. I'll wait for you at home, "Mom said.
Fang Yan hung up the phone and said to Fang Yingying and Fang Haohan, "Let's go. We can go back now. "
"— —" Fang Yingying and Fang Haohan looked at Fang Yan in a daze, feeling weak all over.
He was worried that if he suddenly returned home, he would be bombarded by the whole family, so he made a phone call at home, using the excuse that he didn't dare to go home to persuade his mother to split their forces — —
They tried their best to catch up again and again, but they were left behind by him again and again.
They thought they had grasped the true meaning and essence of Fang Yan's shamelessness, but every time Fang Yan performed, it would refresh their worldview.
Junior Martial Uncle ran all the way in front, when would he reach the end?
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