Martial Arts: Chased by Extinct Old Ni at the beginning

"Duan Lang, I don't care about these things. I used to wander around with Ling Bo and encountered everything. I'm not that delicate."

The martial arts have reached the level of the two of them, but they have formed a strong energy, and blocking the rain is also simple and convenient.

But Duan Feng likes rain, and he often walks in the rain, which feels very romantic.

At this time, Li Mochou would usually chase after her with an umbrella.

"Listen, someone!"

A flash of lightning flashed across, illuminating the name of the ruined temple in front of Duan Feng.

"Iron Spear Temple? What a strange name."

"Duan Lang, Duan Lang, are you listening?"

Li Mochou pursed her lips, and symbolically pinched his waist.

Duan Feng came back to his senses and couldn't help but smile wryly.

But he forgot that Iron Spear Temple was the place where Yang Kang died and was buried.

At the same time, it will also belong to the world of the Condor Dungeon, and an important protagonist will appear.

I am thinking about it.

A young man with a mischievous eyebrow and a slender look looked out furtively in the temple, but he saw Duan Feng squarely.

"Little brother, is there anyone living here?"

Duan Feng's gentle voice made him clear, and said: "This is my home, who are you?"

"It's getting late, and it's raining outside, can my husband and I use this place to hide from the rain?"

Li Mochou was very curious.

She had never seen Duan Feng being so polite to a young man.

As everyone knows, what Duan Feng is thinking at this time is whether to abduct the boy in front of him.

But think about it or give up this idea.

If it weren't for him, wouldn't the Condor World be very boring.

"I live here temporarily, you come in, but you can't disturb my adoptive father!"

Seeing that the two of them didn't look like bad guys, how could the young man have any bad intentions to give way to the door.

Adoptive father, could it be Ouyang Feng?

Duan Feng thought, and a crazy old man appeared in his mind involuntarily.

And he really didn't expect that even if Li Mochou didn't chase and kill Lu Zhanyuan and his wife, according to the changes of time, something he didn't want to see would happen in the end.

A corner of Iron Spear Temple.

An old man with disheveled hair was falling asleep in a daze, snoring like thunder.

The boy asked the two to sit in front of the fire, with a pile of chicken bones on one side.

"Hello little brother, my name is Duan Feng, what do you call me?"

"My name is Yang Guo, sir, but the owner of Linhu Villa?"

"What, you know me?"

Yang Guo scratched his head, said with a dry smile, "I saw you in Jiaxing City, I also went fishing by the lake, and I heard about the owner of Linhu Manor."

"I was chased and beaten the month before last, and it was you, sir, who rescued me."

This is also true.

But Duan Feng really couldn't remember if he had seen this person.

"That's how it is. If you want to find a job with An Sheng, little brother, you might as well go to Linhu Villa to find me."

"No, no, I'm fine."

Yang Guo is a bit restrained, but he is evasive by nature. Although he talks a lot, he is just the kind of child who has no evil intentions.

Duan Feng didn't care about this, but he was able to chat with each other from all over the world.

Putting down the package, Duan Feng took out a blanket and covered Li Mochou, letting her meditate by him to adjust her breath.

Have a ride or not, chat with Yang Guo.

The thunder gradually weakened, but suddenly there was the sound of horseshoes outside the temple.

Someone else passed by.

Yang Guo had already fallen asleep.

I didn't want someone to break into the temple suddenly, and shouted: "Is there anyone here? I saw the fire when I passed by here, and I plan to use it to hide from the rain."

The voice is relatively crisp, and it also has the sweetness of the land in the south of the Yangtze River.

Yang Guo was awakened, a little angry, cursed: "Hurry up to reincarnate, disturbing people's dreams in the middle of the night."

Pushing open the door, I saw a young girl in her prime, only about thirteen or fourteen years old, with two croiss braids.

"It turned out to be a little girl, come in."

"Fu'er, don't be rude."

An old man was leaning on a walking stick, groping and stepping with his eyes closed.

Duan Feng only thought it was funny, and guessed that this person should be Ke Zhen'e, the flying bat.

That girl is Guo Jing's beloved daughter, Guo Fu.

Tsk tsk, it's all mixed together, interesting and interesting.

Unexpectedly, that Lu Zhanyuan should be terminally ill and wanted to entrust Lu Wushuang to Wu Santong and his wife.

For such a long time, they have never come to look for them, and they don't want to have anything to do with Li Mochou.

"Why are there still people?"

"A familiar smell, is there still an old friend!"