Chapter 118: Grave Keeper 17
Grabbing the tomb guard order on the table, Xiao Fan hurriedly ran to the kitchen, and after a while, he walked out with a face full of joy.
"Auntie, there really is something in here!" He was holding the chopped sawdust in one hand and a note in the other.
Because the note only said the word 'to the north', there was no other content.
This is not a clue at all, is it, and the tomb guard order is a status symbol, or a passport or something? Now that he's rotten, he can't use it anymore.
"Maybe." Green Book glanced at it, and put it down with a lack of interest, "You think, since a tomb guarding order has two words, then find nine guarding tombs Ling, don't you just make up a sentence. If you guessed correctly, the meaning of the words should be the location and entrance of the Longquan Mausoleum."
After she finished speaking, she raised her head to look at Ning Qiu again, with a frown, "Grandma, you say yes."
"That's it." Ning Qiu nodded in agreement.
Isn't it?"
With a clear purpose, he is now full of energy.
Green Book raised his brows, "Listening to your tone, it seems that there is a way."
"I thought of one temporarily." Xiao Fan smiled mysteriously.
"What are you selling, hurry up." Green Book rolled his eyes and slapped Xiao Fan's arm.
I didn't expect the muscles to be quite strong, it should be very strong. Realizing what he was thinking, Lu Shu blushed, lowered his head and dared not look at Xiao Fan, and poked the rice with his chopsticks.
I didn't notice anything strange about her at all, Xiao Fan looked at Ning Qiu, "At the party today, when I was chatting with others, I found out that after the party, Jiumen is a competition. There will be a lot of luck in the arena, and usually the grievances and grievances between each team will be resolved on the stage, and this is the case every year."
Feng Jinding is very cunning. If you want to get the tomb guard order in his hand, you need to find another way, otherwise it will be a tug of war.
Green Book looked Xiao Fan up and down, "If Su Zhe is right, then he really has seven tomb guard orders, so you want to fight?"
Although I don’t know why the real tomb keeper disappeared without a trace, as the descendants of the tomb keeper, there are naturally many masters under them.
Don't look at Su Zhe's surrender now, but his real backer is not entirely on the Xiao family, but on the strong people supported by the Su family themselves.
She doesn't believe this, and Xiao Fan doesn't understand it.
"It depends on the game mechanism. If it is a round battle, I can only accompany me to the end." Of course Xiao Fan understood, but because of this, he had to take this opportunity to fight The forces of Jiumen are forced out.
Being able to cut off the opponent's wings is equal to more than half of the success.
After all, whether it is a thousand years ago or a thousand years later, there is no age gap, and it will always be a fist.
Whoever has a hard fist and who survives has the real right to speak.
Green Book shook his head, and said a heartfelt truth, "Then don't worry, Feng Jinding will definitely operate in the dark, looking for opportunities to let you fight. But you are still useful, so It won't let you die, it's just a disability at most."
"That's right." Xiao Fan didn't refute, but looked at Ning Qiu with a smile, "Auntie, I want to borrow someone from you."
"Yes." Ning Qiu didn't ask who it was, everyone knew that Xiao Fan had no other choice than Shadow.
Then he said, "Green Book, you go too."
"Yes, grandma." Green Book's eyes lit up, and she couldn't wait.
She has been sleeping with her master for thousands of years, and she hasn't loosened her bones for a long time, so she must have a good time this time.
Xiao Fan's doubts blurted out, "Green Book, can she do it?"
He has long assigned the green book to the ranks of delicate women and sisters to protect, and he has never seen a shot, so he will not think of it as a master.
"Are you looking down on me!" Green Book glared.
Xiao Fan quickly waved his hand and smiled bitterly. He wanted to explain, but he couldn't find the words to say.
Wait a minute to come on stage to give away heads, he doesn't have so many colorful heads to bet.
Ning Qiu smiled and stood up to continue knitting sweaters, "The two of you are not enough to train Green Book."
The black cat immediately stood up and followed his feet, never leaving.
It's a joy to be with the owner!
"Aunt, auntie, you are not joking. Just her? Small arms and legs." Xiao Fan still doesn't quite believe it.
Even Lu Wensi, the goddess of coldness, has been practicing martial arts since childhood, and her pistol skills are extremely accurate, so she doesn't dare to say that she can use him to practice.
"It's useless to say it, we'll figure it out." Lu Shu laughed angrily. She grabbed Xiao Fan's back collar and dragged it to the small open yard outside the door. .
And Ning Qiu didn't know when, as if there was no movement at all, he was already lying on the rocking chair under the eaves, quickly hooking the needle and thread in his hands, and looking at the two people who were about to fight from time to time.
"Since it's a matchup, it's exciting to have a lottery. So, if anyone wins, the palace court that Feng Jinding gave me will be given to whoever."
This is a lot of money.
Both of them are short of money, but the things that grandma (aunt) gave are completely different, so they immediately entered the state.
All right."
Xiao Fan was taken aback, "What?"
"The villain died of too much talk."
As soon as he finished speaking, the green book had disappeared in place, Xiao Fan could only see an afterimage passing by in the evening light of the setting sun, but unfortunately he had no chance to react, and his back was severely smashed. With a hard kick, he staggered forward and was about to fall to the ground.
And assuming Green Book is the enemy, he is now a corpse.
Thinking of this layer, Xiao Fan felt a chill on his back, and the slack he had just now disappeared.
Green Book stood where Xiao Fan was just now, and smiled sweetly, "The duel between life and death is often on the line. If you lose your mind a little, you are committing suicide."
Sweet words, but cruel principles.