Chapter 617

Fang Yuan, who has lost his memory, now knows that he was once a robber of the international Tao.

Besides stealing incense and jade, I also have a lot of research on antique calligraphy and painting.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be very unpleasant to steal a fake after spending an old nose?

Those who dare to identify antiques must have the ability to steal them.

Fang Yuan's eye for identifying calligraphy and painting is better than his ability to soak women. Naturally, after seeing the date, he can concentrate on examining the "forming age" of this sketch.

Just now he just looked at the painting, but he didn't notice anything else.

Now, after careful examination, it is quickly concluded that the painting did exist more than ten years ago (after the pencil draws on the paper, the graphite molecules of the pencil and the fibers of the paper will merge in different depths with the passage of time).

Seventeen years ago, Fang Yuan was only ten years old. It is said that (as Katyusha said) he was still in the third grade of Tang Wang's primary school. At most, he was a naughty child. Even he was not sure that he would achieve such "brilliant achievements" today.

So, how did the person who drew this sketch know 17 years ago that he would go to the New York Hotel and wear a vertical collar Zhongshan suit with a knife on the table?

The square surface calmly stared at the sketch portrait and felt the cold air coming from the back of his neck.

What's more, just look up and look out of the window, you can see that there is still an old man with a white beard standing in the far night sky.

"Mr. Fang, what's the matter with you?"

Seeing Mr. Fang's face turn white and cold sweat on his forehead, Greene couldn't help asking with concern.

"Nothing, just thought of some things in the past and felt deeply, ha ha."

When Fang Yuan finally smiled, all the unknown fears disappeared: grass, a portrait that was predicted to be today 17 years ago, is it a hair compared to the fact that my brothers are invulnerable to fire and water?

Fang Yuan is right.

No matter who accurately predicted tonight 17 years ago and left a picture to testify, it can't be compared with Mr. Fang who found himself invulnerable.

It's just a child playing tricks. It's not worth mentioning.

"Oh."

Grinde didn't think much and answered casually.

"Cough."

After folding the picture and putting it in his pocket, Fang Yuan began to ask, "Greene, did your miss tell you who painted this picture when she handed it to you?"

"Yes."

Greene answered frankly, "she said that the old patriarch painted it seventeen years ago. Seventeen years ago, May 23 was the day when the young lady was born. "

After the flower demon was born, the old patriarch of the flower family painted this picture.

When she grew up and became sensible, she gave the painting to her and told her: child, I have a hunch that you will have a great disaster in the future. This is my life-saving bag for you. When you have a hunch that the general trend is bad, open it -- don't ask why, because I am the reincarnation of Zhuge Kongming.

I have to ask.

If you don't ask, you will feel uncomfortable: "don't you feel very strange because your old patriarch predicted tonight more than ten years ago?"

"To tell you the truth, I must feel very strange and scared, because it's too magical, too incredible!"

Greene looked up at Fang Yuan and continued, "but more pride. This fully shows that I was chosen by God and became the only hope to save the young lady from the sea of suffering. "

Proud Greene, before Hua Lengxi usurped the throne and fled Hua's house, quickly ran to New York, USA, hid near the New York Hotel and waited for a guy who should have died long ago to appear.

Long before waiting for his arrival, Greene heard a lot of legends about appearing in Lop Nur. If he hadn't kept in mind the young lady's orders, maybe he would have gone to China.

In that way, he may never return to the United States and see the surrounding area, so that the master will eventually encounter misfortune.

Fortunately, Greene was a very serious and obedient child. He always hid near the New York Hotel and paid attention to the possible areas. Finally, the clouds opened and the moon appeared.

"Well, I know. I know everything."

Light a cigarette around and look at the smoke curling up. It looks indifferent and unfathomable.

He's not completely pretending. At least, he's combing the news from Greene, hoping to find a main line.

The root of the main line naturally began on May 23, 2000.

On that day, an elf was born at the flower house in England.

In the past thousands of years, no girl was born in the flower family (green inadvertently said it). The appearance of the elf made the old patriarch ecstatic and immediately waved his hand -- drew a sketch portrait.

Thank God for sending a girl to the old patriarch. He cherishes her very much. Naturally, he has to try his best to cultivate her a useful talent.

When she was a teenager, regardless of the faces of the other four good grandchildren, she publicly announced that the flower demon would succeed him as patriarch in a hundred years.

When the old patriarch handed the portrait to his granddaughter, he would certainly point to the handsome man in Zhongshan suit and say to her: good boy, if you see this talent, he will be the right one in your future.

Since then, the little girl with pure nature has become dirty in her mind. She hopes that she can meet her right person early and walk through life with her hand in hand.

When the little girl was walking on the beach of Hawaii with a large group of running dogs on her thirteenth birthday, her right man appeared and kissed her like a ghost.

Then, she seriously said to a Kubi man: you are my man from now on. If you dare to provoke other women behind my back in the future, don't blame my sister for being rude to you.

That's what she said and did.

Within three years of kissing her, seven amorous women died at her hands.

He vowed not to kill people all his life, but only to create people. After several failed attempts to seek justice, he was forced to flee home and hide.

However, no matter how tightly he hides, the powerful goblins can use Jianghu heroes, including silver ring snake and monkey king, to look for him all over the world.

Finally found -- when finally found, Greene, who had been waiting for a long time, finally couldn't help whispering, "Mr. Fang, let's talk about something on the road, OK? Miss, she is still suffering and her life is in danger at any time. "

After Changyou's imaginary circle was interrupted, he looked at Lao Ge discontentedly and asked, "where are you locked up, miss?"

"Green hill in southwest England."

"Green hill in southwest England?"

"Yes."

"No, I seem to have just come to the United States from there a few days ago."

"I didn't know you had been there."

"That flower is cold. Why do you keep your young lady in the place where the rabbit doesn't shit?"

"The southwest of Mount green is the private burial place of the flower family."

"Oh, it's a cemetery."

Fang Yuan got up from the sofa and walked back and forth with his hands on his back. He said something: "once upon a time, there was a mountain, there was a graveyard, and there was a girl telling a story in the graveyard. What are you talking about? There was a mountain -- "

Greene raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead and said again, "Mr. Fang, can we go back quickly? Air tickets, I booked them for you a few months ago, at one o'clock in the morning. "

"It's less than nine o'clock. It's still early from one o'clock in the morning."

After being impolitely interrupted by Greene twice in a row, Fang Yuan was even more upset and decided to punish him: "go to the iron mountain Empire headquarters now and see if the flower Lengxi who dared to imprison my wife is still there? I really don't know the superiority of heaven and earth if I dare to touch my English little wife. "

"Mr. Fang, Hua Lengxi doesn't know the height of the sky and the thickness of the earth. I know!"

After Fang Yuan sent himself to spy on whether Hua Lengxi was still at the headquarters of the iron mountain Empire, Greene almost knelt down and cried sadly, "I'm the one he wants to catch most now. If I were met by him, I would be dead or alive --"

Fang Yuan also interrupted him: "anyway, people have to die sooner or later. What's the difference between early death and late death? On the contrary, I want to die, but I can't die. It's the most painful. "

Looking at the way Mr. Fang shook his head and sighed, Greene was worried and hurriedly said, "Mr. Fang, I know you want to get justice for Miss Fang and ask him to be punished in the United States -- but have you ever thought that he didn't expect you to settle with him? He must have made full preparations. Maybe before you kill him, he has ordered the guards to kill the young lady. "

"Well, you're right."

Fang Yuan thought for a while before he said, "that would scare the snake, but it would harm the flower demon. It seems that I can only let him go for a while before I save her. "

"Yes, yes, that's it!"

After Fang Yuan said this, the big stone in Greene's heart fell down.

Mr. Fang began to tell a story again: "once upon a time, there was a mountain called green mountain."

Just a few days ago, Fang Yuan once took yaksky and sat on a tree on the mountain, laughing at the chaos in the world, and finally exposed Katyusha's lie and won the right to recover freedom.

It is the so-called revisiting the old place that things are right and people are wrong.

The mountain is still that inaccessible mountain, but people are no longer the most flattering yaksky, but Greene, who always has a sad face.

The girl waiting for Mr. Fang is no longer Katyusha who obeys him, but a flower demon who has occupied him for more than three years since he was 13.

After being occupied by a little girl whose hair hasn't grown for several years, he can only escape back to China and hide his name, which is the biggest stain in any man's life.

If Greene hadn't always praised his master on the road for how beautiful and sexy he was, he would have been as annoying as a good family of two children a few years ago - Mr. Fang felt that he wouldn't have to revisit his hometown so soon.

Of course, even if Fang Yuan didn't want to come again, he couldn't bear to let her live in the cemetery.

"I said, Greene, don't always be bitter, will you? Just like you, it's strange that your master can do everything well. I haven't heard that a person's negative aura is easy to get sick? "

Walking along the Thames River in the setting sun, Fang Yuan feels that his demeanor at this time must be like a poet, mixing with the surrounding tourists and feeling of superiority.

As for the poet, he will naturally come up with a poem by chance. Just like Mr. Fang, he thought for a long time before singing aloud: "the day is close to the mountain, and the Yellow River flows into the sea -- Greene, what do you think of this poem I made?"

"Good, good poetry. The end is good poetry. It can be said that there is no one before and no one after."

Before Greene could say anything, he heard a whiny woman shouting from the side.