Chapter 1197: The adorable little general who has become the "Oiran" (82)
Seeing his father's busy face, Huzi tilted his head, frowning very incomprehensibly.
Xiang Junxian was startled.
But he recovered quickly, his eyes sank, and he quickly whispered, "Daddy wants to work in a different place, so let's live there..."
"Xiang Junxian!"
Before Xiang Junxian's words fell, his wife Qiao Ling, who had already come behind him, suddenly pulled up his arm and turned him around.
With a "pop", he raised his hand and slapped him.
"Xiang Junxian, are you still a man?! Ah??"
Qiaoling had obviously cried, her beautiful Danfeng eyes were slightly red, and her eyes were full of disappointment and anger.
"She is your own daughter! No one hides from her own daughter, like a thief hiding from officers and soldiers! Are you still a father? Are you setting an example to the tiger like this?!"
"...What can I do!"
Xiang Junxian shook, couldn't help clenching his fists, and slammed the side wall in annoyance.
Hanging her head, her tone was full of hysteria, "She is now the person next to the Lord! Qiaoling, you know, how can I let the Lord find out that I am alive!"
"and……"
As he said, the man became flustered again, and even more hurriedly packed his belongings.
Bian murmured, "Furthermore, she recognized me, and Feng Lan obviously knew who I was... The sage must have been prepared to catch me back to the imperial capital for trial!"
"We must leave!"
Xiang Junxian roared, shoving the messy baggage into Qiaoling's arms.
Immediately turned around and pushed the door, intending to go to the yard to continue cleaning up.
However, before he stepped out of the threshold, he stopped abruptly.
I only felt that there seemed to be an extremely powerful martial artist outside the door, and I don't know when, it has spread to the entire small courtyard.
Thinking about it, Xiang Junxian was shocked and couldn't help raising his eyes subconsciously.
I saw that Feng Lan had already stood in front of the door with several shadow guards from Fengxiang Tower.
Staring at him blankly.
"you!"
Xiang Junxian was anxious, only realizing that his expectation came true, and without thinking too much, he mobilized his internal strength and quickly put out his attack posture.
"...Stubbornly stubborn."
Seeing this scene, Feng Lan sneered and directly attacked.
In the tit-for-tat, the small courtyard suddenly aroused a wave of extremely strong internal interest fluctuations.
Although he had retired for many years, Xiang Junxian had never neglected to practice martial arts. During his moves, the brave and domineering that belonged to the general Xiaoqi suddenly appeared.
This actually aroused Feng Lan's fighting spirit even more.
"General Xiang, the prestige is not diminished back then."
His evil charm curled his lips, and the tricks in his hand became more and more vicious, and he did not lose sight of Jun envy.
The situation was stuck for a while.
But gradually, Xiang Junxian smelled an indescribable strange fragrance.
He couldn't describe this wonderful fragrance. He only felt that after sniffing this strange smell, the inner breath of his body and the fighting spirit in his heart were inexplicably higher.
The eyes that were originally clear as water gradually became more frantic.
Upon seeing this, Feng Lan smiled knowingly.
While responding to the man's more ruthless tricks, he slowly backed away seemingly inadvertently.
Unconsciously, he led Xiang Junxian out of the courtyard.
Immediately lifted up light work, turned around and ran.
Under Qixiang's stimulation, Xiang Junxian knew that he was adjusting the tiger away from the mountain, but still could not control his steps.