"Master Huang Xu knew that his son had entered Xuanmen and his end was approaching, so he asked me to hand over this sword to Huang Qingyun for him."
As Xiaohua spoke, she handed the extremely simple-looking peach wood sword into Zhang Fan's hand.
Zhang Fan looked at the peach wood sword in his hand and his arm trembled slightly. This... what should I tell the fat man about this?
Even though Fatty is usually a carefree person, he treats any information or things about his father as a treasure, and Zhang Fan sees this in his eyes.
"Master Huang Xu, doesn't he have any chance of surviving?"
Zhang Fan asked.
"Well... maybe five percent."
After Xiaohua pondered for a while, he replied, "He can only rely on himself for all this. Others can't intervene or help. The reason why I didn't tell you this extremely low probability at the beginning was because I was afraid that the hope would be too high."
, the greater the disappointment.
This five percent probability is really... a bit low."
Zhang Fan glanced at Xiao Hua and nodded sadly.
At this moment, Xiaohua's eyes were firm and she said loudly: "By the way, tell him that his father is a hero!"
Zhang Fan was startled, then nodded heavily.
After being silent for a while, Zhang Fan sighed softly and said: "When I find a suitable time, I will tell Fatty about this situation."
After saying this, Zhang Fan suddenly remembered something, "By the way, didn't Master Huang Xu say he wanted to see Huang Qingyun?
Huang Qingyun has always had this wish."
Huang Xu has now stepped into the gate of hell. If he doesn't see him again, he really has no chance, even for a minute.
"Master Huang Xu didn't say anything."
Xiaohua shook her head, "Let's do this. I'll go back and talk to Master Huang Xu about this situation, and I'll contact you then."
"Um."
Zhang Fan nodded.
Afterwards, the two chatted for a while about trivial matters in life, and the depressed mood eased a little.
"Have you got a meal yet?"
Zhang Fan asked.
"I've had breakfast, and I'm going to have lunch at your place. What can you treat me to?"
Xiaohua asked with a smile.
"You can eat whatever you want."
Zhang Fan said rather proudly, "Whatever."
"Although there are Chinese restaurants over there, I'm really not used to it, so let's just eat ordinary Chinese food."
Little flower arrangement.
Zhang Fan quickly found a top-ranked Chinese restaurant. At noon, Zhang Fan had a meal with Xiao Hua, sent Xiao Hua to the airport, and drove towards home.
When passing the intersection of the school, Zhang Fan glanced at the school. However, after driving to the next intersection, he turned around and went to the school. After parking the car, Zhang Fan walked straight towards the dormitory.
This matter has to be told to the fat man sooner or later, so it is better to say it sooner.
Seeing Zhang Fan push the door and enter the room, Huang Qingyun, who was playing with his mobile phone on the bed, his eyes lit up and he said with a smile: "Brother Fan, you are back, have you finished the work in the Tibetan area?"
"It's done."
Zhang Fan replied, "Where's the monkey?"
"on the balcony."
Huang Qingyun replied.
Zhang Fan just glanced at the balcony, hesitated, and then walked a few steps in the room.
Huang Qingyun noticed something was wrong with Zhang Fan, and simply asked: "What's wrong?
Brother Fan?
Did something happen?"
Zhang Fan paused for a moment, and then took out the peach wood sword that Xiaohua had given him from his pocket.
"This...this is what your father gave you."
Zhang Fan handed the Broken Soldier Peach Wood Sword to Huang Qingyun.
As soon as these words came out, Huang Qingyun was shocked. At the same time, he looked at Zhang Fan in surprise and said, "Me...my father?"
"kindness!"
Zhang Fan nodded affirmatively.
Huang Qingyun's eyes flashed with excitement, and then he quickly turned his attention to the ordinary peach wood sword. He rubbed his hands on his body and carefully handed the peach wood sword to
He took it and looked at it carefully up and down.
Seeing Huang Qingyun's appearance, Zhang Fan sighed heavily, glanced at Huang Qingyun sympathetically, and touched the tip of his nose.
After watching for a long time, Huang Qingyun raised his head, looked at Zhang Fan with a smile on his face and asked: "Brother Fan, did you go to the Tibetan area to see my father this time?"
After Zhang Fan came back from Tibet, he gave him his father's peach wood sword. Huang Qingyun would inevitably think so.
"no."
Zhang Fan shook his head.
"Then this thing..." Huang Qingyun glanced at the peach wood sword, and then at Zhang Fan.
"You still remember Xiaohua, right?"
Zhang Fan asked.
"Remember, I heard you and Haoming talk about that very beautiful vixen."
Huang Qingyun replied.
"She brought this back."
Zhang Fan replied.
"Did she get it back?"
Huang Qingyun was a little surprised, but the next moment, Huang Qingyun came up to Zhang Fan and said excitedly, "So, he is with my father. Where are they?"
"In the Golden Triangle, but she didn't say where."
Zhang Fan replied.
Although the area of the Golden Triangle is only equivalent to a city, it is not easy to find people in that mixed place. There is no registration and all kinds of fake identities are flying everywhere.
Suddenly, Huang Qingyun thought of something and asked with a serious face: "By the way, Brother Fan, you told me before that judging from my appearance, my father's life is in danger, now...how is it going now?"
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Huang Qingyun looked at Zhang Fan with a hint of worry in his eyes.
Zhang Fan glanced at Huang Qingyun. After Huang Qingyun asked this, he was able to speak, "Judging from your appearance, your father... your father is at the end of his life now, and it is possible at any time..."
The position of Huang Qingyun's parents, the palace master and father, is condensed with an extremely rich black energy, and the flow speed is very slow, almost solid.
Hearing this, Huang Qingyun felt as if he had been struck by thunder, his complexion instantly turned livid, he weakly took two steps back, and sat down on the chair behind him.
Huang Qingyun gasped with a trembling voice, and two lines of clear tears fell down his cheeks.
Looking at Huang Qingyun at this time, Zhang Fan felt inexplicably sour in his heart, and sighed softly: "I asked Xiaohua, my medical skills are not enough to cure your father's disease. Whether he can survive depends on his
By fate, the probability of survival is almost 5%, you...don't be too sad, at least there is still a 5% chance."
Although the probability is very low, it is at least much better than being directly sentenced to death.
Suddenly, Zhang Fan thought of a question. Yu Liang knew that his grandma was in the Golden Triangle area. Did he come back from the Golden Triangle area?
He has just walked away, and Huang Xu is in this situation now. Is there any connection between them?