Chapter 788

Yan Hong's strength is naturally powerful, but as we can see right now, since he left, Huameng must not be in this pavilion. It's not familiar with Nanmen maple. If it's easy to entangle, I'm afraid it won't be good. On the contrary, it may miss the opportunity to look for Huameng.

The heart reads together, but Nanmen Feng doesn't want to entangle. After seeing Yan Hong, he turns around and walks away quickly. Yan Hong watched Nanmen Feng leave, but he didn't stop him. He just watched Nanmen Feng leave. He didn't know when a servant appeared behind him. It was the subordinate who reported back in the pavilion just now.

"Check his identity."

It seems that Yan Hong didn't turn around when he felt the appearance of the servant. He just said a faint word, and then looked at the figure of Nanmen Maple leaving, but he didn't tangle so much. The strength of Nanmen maple is not enough to make Yan Hong interested.

The conflict was like a sudden rain in the clear sky, but for a moment, there was no figure on the roof, just some broken green tiles, which seemed lonely.

... "since Yan Hong is the son of Yan Shan, it's strange if he can't beat an ordinary junior. Whether he notices it or not is not important... Since Yan Shan has passed the customs, we don't need to stay here. Clean up and we'll start immediately."

In the wing room, Huameng still held Shiqing, but between his eyebrows and eyes, he had expected for a long time, and he didn't care about it.

He hurried back to the wing room. Although he was not tired, he was more or less worried. I didn't expect Hua Meng to see all this in such a simple way. If he hadn't inquired several times in the past three years, I'm afraid he even forgot what it was for in the past three years.

"I'm leaving now? Then why should I stay in this domineering villa once in three years and wait for the news?"

There was nothing to do between wuduan's words. If the person in front of him was Huameng, I'm afraid wuduan had stood up and questioned loudly at the moment.

Hua Meng touched Shi Qing's cheek as if nothing had happened. The woman in her hand really had some familiar taste, but she couldn't remember it for a moment and wasn't sure about the feeling. So that at the moment, Huameng didn't care about the flawless questions. She just looked at Shi Qing and didn't answer.

Wuduan half knelt on the ground and looked at Huameng's action, but he didn't know why he had a trace of anger in his heart. The next moment, he got up and left.

"Sure enough, I have forgotten things for a long time. I really have no memory..."

Hua Meng said softly. His fingers gently brushed Shi Qing's cheek. I don't know whether he is talking about himself or nothing.

I didn't know where to go, but I was angry for no reason. I don't know how many years have been accompanied by Huameng. It's rare that Huameng cares so much about a person, even a woman.

On the other side, Nanmen Feng left the pavilion a few steps. For a moment, he lost everything. At present, he walked in the domineering villa at will.

Nanmen Feng has never heard of this domineering villa, but as white bear said at the beginning, this domineering villa seems to have an extremely strong demon family, but what he sees now seems to be a lot deserted. Although Yan Hong's strength is extraordinary, nanmenfeng naturally doesn't think that people like Yan Hong can dominate the southern Xinjiang.

The layout of domineering villa is similar to the family pattern. Although it is extremely broad, the pattern is not complex. Nanmenfeng walked through the long street in a few simple steps, but he also saw several houses in the long street. There are still few people outside the courtyard.

This domineering villa really opens its door to welcome visitors from all directions at will, but it seems that it is because of the broken boundary. There are few people in the villa. Apart from Yan Hong, there are really few people.

It seems that Yan Shan feels the visitor, but he lowers his head and doesn't dare to move at all.

"What's the matter recently?"

The people in this great hall are not angry and self powerful, but they have been high for a long time.

"Father, an old friend, Hua Meng, came to see you in the guest room." Yan Shan said, but he was more than respectful and still couldn't get up on his knees.

The people in the hall stepped out of the hall and looked up at the night sky.

Starless night.

"It's just to see if I'm dead so that I can get some cheap." the man couldn't hear any emotion between his words. He waved it casually, but motioned Yan Hong to get up, "are there outsiders this year?"

Yan Hong saw the man waving and hurried up, still in fear. In the whirling light, I just looked at the man in golden silk clothes, wide back and big belly, full of wealth. If he was ordinary, I was only afraid of being ridiculed.

At the moment, Yan Hong doesn't dare to see more. Even if this person is his own father, more importantly, this person is the master of the domineering villa, Yan Shan, the master of the Yan family.

"It's a little friar of the personal clan. His name is nanmenfeng. The servant said that Yan Hua, who was traveling, seemed to have been killed by him. There are many trivial things in the villa. I haven't dealt with him for a while. Unexpectedly, he came to the door."

Yan Hong knew something about Nanmen maple, and thought of the news of the domineering villa.

"..." to Yan Hong's surprise, Yan Shan was not angry or even speechless. He just looked at the night sky in the distance. The night sky is dark without stars and moon. I don't know what Yan Shan is looking at. Yan Hong wanted to look up, but the scene of Yan Shan's anger in the past was vivid. For a moment, Yan Hong didn't dare to look up at the night sky in the distance.

"How many times has Huameng come to dominate the villa?"

For a long time, Yan shancai slowly asked, but he skipped the matter of Nanmen maple.

"Three times, my father came once when he was closed for a hundred years, and once in the remaining three years. He brought a small bodyguard. The last time was yesterday."

Yan Hong still bowed his head and was more than respectful.

"You look up at the night sky."

Yan Hong was waiting for Yan Shan's inquiry. Unexpectedly, after a long time, Yan Shan asked Yan Hong to look up at the night sky. It surprised Yan Hong. Although it was unknown, Yan Hong still looked up at the night sky.

Yan Hong has seen the night sky of domineering villa countless times. Whether it is deliberate or accidental, whether it is sunny, rainy or starry moon, he seems to be very familiar with it. Today, it doesn't look much different.

"What do you see?"

Yan Hong looked up at the night sky for a long time, but Yan Shan asked.

"..." this question suddenly, even Yan Hong was a little confused at the moment, and then he subconsciously replied, "my son is stupid and can't see anything."

"Huameng is my old friend... But this is southern Xinjiang."

Yan Shan's words today seem to be intermittent and have no clue. Although Yan Hong listened carefully, he still didn't understand what Yan Shan thought for a moment, and didn't answer at the moment.

In the dark night, there was silence, and Yan Shan didn't speak. For a moment, it was an inextricable silence. But a moment later, the silence was broken by a man in a green robe.

With steady steps, Nanmen Feng looked at the hall, but the people in front of it were speechless for a moment. Although he followed the light to find the trace of wuduan and Wumeng, it seemed that there was no trace of flower dream after removing the family ministers in the domineering villa.

The maple in the South Gate saw the faint lamp in front of the hall, but he just walked up and looked at it at will. It seemed that he was the man he saw earlier, and there were still servants around him. Among the two, a well-dressed man was standing in the main position.

But at a glance, Nanmen Maple also distinguished the primary and secondary. Although nanmenfeng doesn't know these people, there is probably a guess. After all, the villa is not prosperous. At present, these two people must not be the Yan Family leader, but also the villa leader.

Although Nanmen Feng wanted to speak, he jumped in his heart when he looked at Yan Shan and Yan Hong in front of the hall. He saluted with fists and turned around to leave. He faintly felt something bad in his heart.

"Bold!"

Sure enough, Nanmen Feng had not turned around, but Yan Hong rushed over first and gave a sharp drink. Although Nanmen Maple came suddenly, since he appeared in front of him, how could Yan Hong let Nanmen maple leave so swaggeringly and safely.

When I first saw it, I didn't know my friends and enemies. Now I know that nanmenfeng is just a human Friar and killed Yan's family. In addition, his father Yan Shan is still on the field. Yan Hong has no reason to keep his hand, but his hand is as powerful as thunder.

Nanmen Feng still didn't make a move, but Yan Shan frowned and leaned slightly, but he wanted to leave.

Yan Hong's move was too sudden. He wanted to show himself as the next head of the Yan Family and his son. But at present, Yan Shan has no joy in his eyes, even vaguely indifferent.

For thousands of years in the world, Yan Shan knows the identity and temperament of Huameng very well. Huameng is not a good thing. Even in the chaos of the past, Huameng is just playing in the world and has not done its best.

In Yan Shan's opinion, Huameng is just a provocation. People who drive wolves and swallow tigers are not even familiar. But there are only a few names left by the old people under the war in the past, and Yan Shan doesn't mind making friends with Huameng.

What Yan Shan didn't expect was that the flower dream had not changed in the thousands of years, and even wanted to play with himself. Now, Yan Shan sees the plan of Huameng.

"It's really a trick and judgment... It's a great gift."

Although his figure moved slightly, Yan Shan still didn't turn around and leave, nor did he make a move. He just looked at Nanmen maple and his eyes were getting colder. Yan Shan naturally saw that there were Jianmu seeds hidden in Nanmen maple. This breath is too strong. Even if the maple in the south gate has not been urged, it is no less than the stars and moon in the night sky in Yan Shan's eyes.

Yan Shan now also understands that Huameng's great gift for his Centennial retreat. The seed of Jianmu on Nanmen maple is naturally the most precious treasure in the world. In the past, the southern Xinjiang was dominated by only the Duanmu line of human friars. It was very difficult to choose the divine power among them. But Yan Shan also knows that there are infinite killing opportunities in it. If there is no strength, he is afraid that there will be more disasters instead of blessing.

Yan Shan looked at the distance. In a trance, she seemed to see Huameng laughing. She smiled and waved to Nanmen maple, holding the seed of Jianmu, looking at Yan Shan. She didn't know what emotion was in her eyebrows and eyes.

Yan Shan hated this feeling, but he didn't look for Huameng, and even didn't move half a minute.

The seed of wood... It's a little tempting. Nowadays, few big demons have come into the world. Whether it's southern Xinjiang or human race, only a few can enter the eye of Yan Mountain.

"Is the world overbearing?"

Yan Shan looked at Nanmen Feng and Yan Hong in the distance, but they fought like children playing, "it's really boring..."