Hu Huan brought out a Harley and he sat in the back. Ling Xiao smiled sweetly and took the initiative to get to the front, letting Hu Huan hug her slender waist.
Don't ask Hu Huan why he likes to sit in the back.
He doesn't have a driver's license!
You can race freely in the Shadow of All Things, but in the real world, you still have to abide by the laws.
Veteran drivers must also abide by traffic laws and cannot drive carelessly.
In Beijing at night, the traffic conditions are good, Ling Xiao's driving skills are top-notch, and the quality of the Harley motorcycles they ride is also extraordinary.
In just over an hour, Ling Xiao rushed all the way back to the Museum of Modern Literature.
Hu Huan and Ling Xiao got off the motorcycle, and Hu Huan said to Ling Xiao: "I'll give you the bone flute, but I usually need to get a small box to shut it up. The rainbow in the Andes has some quirks, and it likes dark and narrow places."
The old wizard really listened and cursed loudly in the bone flute: "You are not serious. Look, no one else is serious."
"Do you think I'm an old coquettish fox like you?"
He was scolded, but the old wizard really had no choice. Ling Xiao must have listened to Hu Huan.
Ling Xiao knew how precious this bone flute was, so Hu Huan gave it to him without hesitation. This friendship was almost equivalent to giving it to the entire Heavenly Demon Ling family.
Ling Xiao was a little moved and whispered: "You are so good to me, what should I do to you in the future?"
Hu Huan smiled slightly and said: "I always remember the day when Sister Lingxiao gave me the fetish card and invited me to dinner. No one in this world has ever been so kind to me."
Ling Xiao was even more moved. The old wizard counted on his fingers in the bone flute for a while and whispered: "I heard you say this to at least eight people."
"You should at least keep up with the times and don't use such backward things to deceive little girls."
Hu Huan didn't know what the old wizard was thinking. Even if he knew, he would only reply disdainfully: "As the saying goes, love songs always age well, and classics never go out of style."
"You, like Zhou Qiu, are a well-known old boy in the world's elderly professional circles. How can you talk to me about love and how to pick up girls?"
Hu Huan and Ling Xiao were chatting at the entrance of the Modern Literature Museum, and they quickly attracted attention. At this time, the Modern Literature Museum was just a small barracks. In addition to the students, there were also professionals from the Qianlong Army.
And a whole company of soldiers.
Soon several soldiers came over and shouted: "Who is it? This is..."
Xiao Jianseng, the leader of the seventh squad, saw Hu Huan and Ling Xiao under the light of his flashlight. He almost thought they were seeing ghosts, screamed strangely, and raised his submachine gun.
Then he thought that this was not good for his old comrade, so he hurriedly said: "Hurry up, I won't shoot."
Xiao Jianseng didn't think about it for a moment, and wanted to let Hu Huan go and let him rush to the underworld.
Hu Huan couldn't help but smile softly and said: "Brother Xiao, this is Hu Huan and Ling Xiao. We just came out of the Shadow of All Things. Why do you look so frightened? Is everyone okay?"
Xiao Jianseng let the soldiers beside him take the flashlight, walked over and pinched him, confirming that Hu Huan was indeed alive, opened his arms and hugged him, spinning him around in circles.
Ling Xiao pursed her lips and smiled. She knew that Hu Huan and Xiao Jianseng had a good relationship, and it was only right that their comrades returned alive.
Hu Huan finally struggled out of the seventh squad leader's arms and said: "This kind of welcome ceremony is not necessary. Go and tell Teacher Yan quickly so that I can return to the team."
Xiao Jianseng suddenly remembered something and said, "You are in a little trouble."
Hu Huan asked: "What's the trouble? Are you holding a memorial service for me again?"
Xiao Jianseng hesitated for a moment, but thought it was best to tell the truth. He glanced at Ling Xiao and said: "Your father is very brave. He thought the Ling family had killed you, so he stole the guns of several students and went to live with the Ling family.
The hotel has taken revenge on you."
Hu Huan's face turned pale. What kind of thing was Hu Youyan? How could he, as his own son, know? In terms of gambling skills, he was indeed a figure, but in terms of fighting ability, Hu Youyan was a scumbag.
Growing up, Hu Huan often witnessed his mother beating his father, and she beat Hu Youyan very badly every time.
It’s not like Lao Hu has never resisted vigorously, but his force is really not enough to beat his wife.
Every time the resistance became more intense, the harder Hu Huan and his wife would be beaten. By the end, Hu Youyan had been beaten to the point of orgasm.
Hu Huan couldn't help but ask: "Have I been killed by the Ling family?"
Ling Xiao's little face suddenly turned white. Her relationship with Hu Huan was already well established, but if Hu Youyan was killed by the Ling family, this matter would never be over.
Xiao Jianseng said hurriedly: "No, your father is not dead, he was just held captive by the demon Ling family..."
Hu Huan turned to Ling Xiao and said, "Where do your family members live?"
Ling Xiao started up his Harley-Davidson motorcycle and said, "Come up, I'll take you there."
Before Xiao Jianseng could say anything else, Hu Huan and Ling Xiao had already left.
He could only go back quickly and report the matter to Yan Lingse.
The return of Hu Huan and Ling Xiao is destined to cause an uproar.
Hu Huan secretly considered the strength he had at hand, and thought to himself: "Should it be a three-way train paired with a shell 28, a swift shooter route? Or a centipede staff paired with a flying scale, a high-speed tank template?"
"Although there are many professionals coming to the Demon Ling family, the only ones who really threaten me are my little aunt and that fourth-order Ling Potian."
"My little aunt, like Teacher Yan Lingse, is a warrior. I guess she will be just as difficult as Hexel, but if it's purely a matter of strength, I won't necessarily lose."
"I heard that Ling Potian is proficient in the water and thunder elements. I remember that back then, Sun You and I created a path to simulate magic. However, it was flawed, so we both gave up."
"Where did that flaw come from back then?"
Hu Huan is not too worried about the upcoming battle. As long as his father is not dead, this matter is not a big deal. The Demon Ling family is not a big trouble to her husband Fox.
You know, Hu Huan had just battled wits and courage with two fifth-level alien monsters, and successfully retrieved the bone flute, saving the old wizard and Ling Xiao.
Although his strength has not yet returned to its peak, Hu Huan's confidence has at least recovered to 70% to 80%.
What's more, Hu Huan, who has always been known for his wisdom, doesn't care much about this gap in strength. He has many ways to even it out.
Ling Xiao drove his motorcycle for a while, and suddenly said in a low voice: "Don't blame our family, I believe they didn't mean it."
Ling Xiao is really worried now. She doesn't want the Ling family to become enemies with Hu Huan.
Although Hu Youyan was not justified in this matter, she still stood by Hu Huan's side without hesitation.