Fan Xinghe was completely defeated and couldn't laugh or cry: "You can rely on me, but I have to give the Eighth Prince some face."
"Uh! Ancestor, you won't sell me, will you?" Brahma Tianluo's eyes widened immediately.
"Sold you? My ancestor was afraid that you would sell me to my ancestor." Fan Xinghe chuckled, he really liked this cunning and smart descendant from the bottom of his heart.
Brahma Tianluo scratched her head and said: "Then what kind of face does the ancestor want to give to the Eighth Prince?"
"Actually, it's not difficult. It's just that the Eighth Prince wants to practice with you." Fan Xinghe said calmly.
Brahma Tianluo was stunned and said: "Why? He can't come here to practice on his own?"
Fan Xinghe smiled bitterly and shook his head: "My ancestors don't know what he means, but since the Eighth Prince wants me to give him face, then you can reluctantly let him stay with you for a month."
"Old ancestor, you are so shameless. Give face to people when they ask you to do so! Are you a dignified national master? If you don't want to, then how can the bastard still force you?" Brahma Tianluo said thoroughly.
was defeated.
The corners of Fan Xinghe's mouth twitched and his handsome face was twisted. He watched Brahma Tianluo beat him and sighed: "Girl, just do your ancestors a favor. Our ancestors owe the Eighth Prince a favor. This time we finally have a chance."
Lost it."
"Oh? What's the matter? Is there anything your ancestor can't do?" Brahma Tianluo suddenly became curious.
"What are you talking about? Ancestor, I'm not a god. Of course there are things I can't do, such as the art of painting." The ancestor sighed.
The ancestor sighed and nodded: "Yes, the Eighth Prince is a master of painting. The ancestor asked him to paint a painting for me, so I owe him a favor."
"What kind of painting is so amazing?" Brahma Tianluo's eyebrows twitched.
Fan Xinghe's old face was a little embarrassed and said: "Nothing, just hometown paintings."
Brahma Tianluo suddenly understood in her heart that her ancestors were homesick and couldn't go home to visit before coming. What a pity that was. Suddenly, she missed her family very much and wanted to go back and visit immediately.
"Ancestor, after I go to Bixianmen, let's go home together." Brahma Tianluo's voice immediately became much more emotional.
Fan Xinghe's beautiful starry eyes were filled with longing, and he nodded and said, "Okay, our ancestors are waiting for you."
Brahma Tianluo nodded sadly and said, "What about the Eighth Prince?"
"It's just outside. You can go to level 5 for training now, but he is not very strong. You can take him to level 4. In fact, his strength can only be at level 1. But the Eighth Prince wants to give him a little pain. You just need to
Just don't make him look too ugly." Fan Xinghe immediately felt at ease.
"Okay, I'll try my best." Brahma said flatly.
"Don't use your puppet anymore. It's not that easy to set up an illusion. Don't let it collapse again." Fan Xinghe explained.
Brahma Tianluo nodded and said: "The fourth level is not full of trees, right? You know sometimes when it's too troublesome, I can't help it." Brahma Tianluo laughed.
Fan Xinghe was stunned for a moment and then said: "You have too many trump cards, so just keep this puppet with me for now." After saying that, he stretched out his big hand and the Golden Sky Bronze Puppet disappeared. Brahma Tianluo's eyes widened and she looked at the old man in disbelief.
Ancestor, it can’t be right, the guys who can save their lives are all gone?