Listening to Fang Yu's telling, in the eyes of her nostalgia, full of shock.
He originally thought that a strong person like Fang Yu must be smooth and smooth from the beginning of growth.
Even if there is any setback, it is only short, it is easy to solve it.
But I didn't think, Fang Yu had suffered the pain of extinguishing the ancestors at that time!
This kind of pain has never been encountered, and cannot feel the same.
He can only use the coldness of Fang Yu's face, and see how big the impact of this incident on Fang Yu is.
"So, what do you think of now, what should I do?" Fang Yu looked at Huai Xu and asked.
Huaixu glanced at the documents in Fang Yu's hands, shook his head, and apologized: "Brother Fang, forgive me ... Can't provide you with suggestions."
"It's okay, you just happen to you, which method would you choose?" Fang Yu asked.
"I ... should let them rebuild the Ziyan Palace, and then go to destroy the ancestors ... Let them experience the pain of being destroyed again." Huai Xu said hesitantly.
At the age of Huaixu, there is no heart to kill.
But after he substituted himself into Fang Yu's identity, what he thought ... was by no means kindness.
What the actions of Ziyan Palace are worthy of the most important revenge.
"Then do that." Fang Yu put the license at the desk of Huaixu and said, "You send this license to the Wen'an Martial Arts Association and let them tell the group of Ziyan Palace.
The door. "
"Okay." Huai Xu took the license document and said.
"Once their Zongmen established, tell me immediately." Fang Yu said.
"Well, I will send someone to pay attention." Huai Xu said.
Fang Yu nodded, bowed his head and poured himself a cup of tea.
Although it is difficult to hold back, in order to cause the most extreme pain to the surplus of the Zi Yan Palace, Fang Yu is willing to do so.
The sin of Ziyan Palace, slaughtered them alone, it was too cheap.
Let them rebuild the Ziyan Palace, and then destroy the ancestors in that year.
This time, Fang Yu will give them the heaviest blow and the deepest fear.
Nympho
After sitting for a while, Huaixu said: "Brother Fang, I will officially return to the stage tomorrow."
"Yes." Fang Yu nodded and said, "Now the martial arts association is smoky, you should have a tube."
"I don't care about the internal hormones, the key is the semi -spiritual family ..." Huai Xu said.
"By the way, I just remembered that yesterday evening, the Diuling tribe found my house directly." Fang Yu said.
"They are so brave?" Huai Xuan's face changed slightly and asked.
"Just a few puppets, I was wiped out by my palm, but the people who controlled them later left me a few words." Fang Yu said.
"What did you say?" Huai Xu asked.
"Nothing, just want to let me die." Fang Yu said, "I can't track his position through this kind of pronunciation, so there is no follow -up."
The face is dignified, what is thinking.
"They should soon send someone to me again. At that time, I will try my best to collect more information." Fang Yu said.
"Brother Fang, if they really come to you, you must inform me." Huai Xu's face said dignified, "I must understand what kind of people they are, otherwise it is difficult to deal with."
"Yes." Fang Yu replied.
Nympho
Fang Yu left Yinlin Villa and wandered on the street.
He must take a walk now, otherwise the suffocation on the chest cannot dissipate.
Back to the central area of Beidu, there is a historic street called Hengtong Ancient Street.
This street has a history of thousands of years, and there are many pedestrians.
It is not the history of this street that attracts pedestrians, but also because of the booths here.
On both sides of this street, there are various stalls and items sold on the booths. From various regions, rare special items often appear.
Fang Yu walked forward among the crowded crowds, and from time to time, look at the booths on both sides.
Most stalls sell some small accessories, or some souvenirs, without snacks.
"Come to the wrong place." Fang Yu shook his head slightly and accelerated his steps forward.
There are many tourists upstream on this street, and there are people stop in front of almost every stall.
After Fang Yu walked forward a long distance, she suddenly saw an unattended stall.
On this stall, a piece of irregular items are placed, which seems to be an ordinary stone.
The stall person is a boy who looks underage.
Although it was winter, he still only wore a thin short sleeve, holding his feet, thin bones.
"Child, what are you selling?" Fang Yu hadn't stepped up, and there was a bald middle -aged man holding a child to the stall and asked.
"This is the red dust fruit outside our northwestern suburbs, very rare ..." When the boy came to ask someone to ask, he immediately introduced it.
"Do you mean, this is the fruit?" The bald man opened his eyes widened and looked at the following stones.
"Yes, this is red dust fruit, only wild, cannot be planted ... Our area, one year will be produced!"
Before the boy finished speaking, the bald man left with the child.
The boy sighed disappointed and lowered his head.
Fang Yu stepped forward, squatted down, picked up a red dust fruit, and squeezed a little.
It can really feel that it is relatively soft inside.
But saying it is a fruit, it is really difficult to see from the appearance.
The name Hongcuo has never heard of it before.
"You said just now, this kind of fruit is only one long one year?" Fang Yu asked.
When the boy heard the voice, he raised his head immediately. When he saw that Fang Yu was playing with red dust, he immediately nodded: "Well, there is only one in a year."
"Only one year, why did you fall into your hands?" Fang Yu frowned and asked.
"There is really only one! I didn't lie." The boy said excitedly, "The reason why it is in my hands is because the red dust fruit tree has only our family ..."
"You just said that it is the characteristics of Northwest. Since it is characteristic, how can you only have your family?" Fang Yu asked again.
The boy looked up at Fang Yu, and his dark face appeared hesitant, but he quickly firmly.
"Before my grandpa died, I often told me a story repeatedly ..."
"When Grandpa was young, he had encountered a tattered monk. The monk passed by the door of the house and asked him to ask for water and food.
Take out the only piece of cake and give it to the monk. "
"The monk ate this cake, and thanked my grandpa for the teacher, and took out a seed from his clothes pocket and gave it to my grandpa."
"The monk said, growing up this seed, and Grandpa's life will be turned upside down ..."
Hearing this, Fang Yu asked: "Did your grandpa's life change?"
The boy shook his head and said sadly: "My grandfather remembers the monk's words in this life, and has been watering these seeds, but decades have passed.
The seeds started to grow. "
"It wasn't until last month that this tree grew a fruit. I took the red dust fruit and wanted to sell it ..."
"I thought it was here, and many people would know red dust ..."
After listening to the boy, Fang Yu frowned slightly, looking at the fruit in the shape of a stone in his hand.
Suppose what the boy says is true, the so -called red dust fruit is really not easy.
The growth cycle alone is comparable to some medicinal materials.
But from the outside, I can't see anything.
And the fruit has no strange breath.
What exactly is this?
"Brother, do you want to buy it?" The boy asked looking forward to it, "I want to sell this fruit, my parents don't have to earn me so hard."
"How much money?" Fang Yu asked.
"Two thousand." The boy said.
"You are too expensive, one apple is two dollars, you have risen by 1,000 times." Fang Yu raised a brow and said.
"Then, that's one thousand! Or a thousand!" The boy seemed to be afraid of Fang Yu who would not buy it, and hurriedly said.
Fang Yu smiled, and from the empty storage space of the empty ring, took out a thumb with a gem with a purple light.
"I don't have cash, so I use this gemstone to replace it. Its value must be more than 2,000 yuan. You take this gem home and give it to your parents. Your parents should be able to find a place to exchange it with cash."
Fang Yu said.
"Okay!" The boy took the gem in Fang Yu's hand and his eyes were shining.
Fang Yu holds the so -called red dust fruit and stands up.
"Keep that gem, don't lose it." Fang Yu said to the boy.
"Okay, thank you brother." The boy got up and bowed to Fang Yu, rolled up the stall.
Fang Yu turned and left, while walking, watching the red dust in his hand.
"bass!"
After a few steps, the red dust fruit in the hand was like a stone, and the appearance suddenly flashed a light!
Immediately, the whole red dust was fruiting into a ray of gases, and it was not entered from Fang Yu's palm!