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This was probably the first time I had been in the city. It was an old oceanic house with mottled iron gates and red brick and white tiles, situated at the end of a long, dark street.

It had been seven years since I had thought of meeting him again, in this strange and seemingly familiar place.

The further in we went, the wider the view became, but I noticed that there were more and more people. The majority of them didn't seem like people from An Fang, but rather seemed like they were here to pay their respects from various places. I found a kind-looking person and grabbed him and asked,

That person had his hands folded in a bow, dressed in simple attire, like an old man from the last century. "Today is a family banquet with He Fang. Don't you know that?"

"Family banquet?"

"That's right, that's weird. He An Fang has never allowed anyone to enter or leave his house, but for some reason, no one will be able to find out about his identity at this year's family banquet."

"Does that mean anyone can come in now?"

"Right." That person couldn't help but say, "I saw the owner of the house on purpose and didn't hear about them a while ago …"

The young master who captured perfumery? I have seen that the opening of the Family Banquet today is a small matter. The main thing is that the position and sovereignty of both him and Anfang are publicly announced. That should be the key, right? "

"The young master of the perfumery..." That's why I'm here today.

I need to find Peng Haobai.

I followed the stream of people. Passing through the lobby, the backyard was a place full of gingko. The place was spacious and full of gingko. It was autumn, and the yard was full of it.

Everyone began to discuss the matter regarding the banquet with Anfang in twos and threes.

I looked around, trying to find any information related to Peng Haobai. During this period of time, I didn't give up on calling his phone, but the results were the same.

"The person you are calling is temporarily unanswered."

I saw the house across the yard. It was called the Ginkgo Pavilion.

The old-fashioned decorations and simple styles seemed to have been passed down since the last century.

It turned out that most of the rumors about He An were true.

He An Fang had been established during the last century, and was just a small team on the wharf. He An Fang was really famous at that time, after the death of the Old Owner, he was passed down to the Ninth Master.

I just need to find Peng Haobai and come back home with him.

I saw a girl of seventeen or eighteen coming out of the corridor next to the Ginkgo Pavilion.

Although she looked very young, she did not have the aura of a young person.

This woman was cold and solemn, with an air of old age. There was a cold expression on her face, and it was impossible to read any other emotions.

According to the people around, the person was called "Liang Yin," and was Ninth Master's personal assistant. Other than taking care of Ninth Master's living arrangements, he was also responsible for taking care of everything in the workshop while Ninth Master was away.

I looked at the woman not far away and smiled coldly to myself.

She also had the blessing of Lord Ninth, and the support of him.

But the only thing that I can't see is her arrogance after being blessed.

I'm sorry to keep everyone waiting, but other than some minor problems in the inner hall, there's no need to worry about it being solved.

After Liang Yin finished speaking, everyone headed to the courtyard on the left side. There, they went to the courtyard in the side hall, which was also the location of the family dinner.

Instead of following the stream of people, I sneaked off while they weren't paying attention.

This is the first time I've ever done something like this -- in a dangerous organization like this, trying to find someone I need to find.

But I think I have some talent... Because I've been sneaking around a couple of yards and haven't been seen yet.

His heart was pounding with nervousness.

Everything went on too smoothly, and until I really found the place where Peng Haobai was imprisoned, I was still a little unable to come back to my senses.

Even if I'm talented, but I've done it way too smoothly.

There were some doubts in my mind, but when I saw Peng Haobai lying on the floor in the room with wounds all over his body and blood all over his face, a loud sound came up in my head and I couldn't think of anything.

The door was also an old-fashioned wooden door and it wasn't locked. After I saw Peng Haobai through the crack in the door, I pushed it open.

"Little White!"

I threw myself at him, my hands frozen in mid-air, his wounds everywhere, and I didn't know where to start.

It was as if no matter where he touched it, it would be a heart-wrenching pain for him.

I wasn't as nervous as I was at the moment when I was wandering in such a dangerous courtyard.

"Peng Haobai, wake up …"

In the midst of my panic, tears silently flowed down my face.

One by one, they fell to the ground, raising up light soil. It has been seven years, a whole seven years, I haven't allowed myself to shed tears so brazenly.

Peng Haobai, I beg of you, please be fine, okay?

"Little …" The weakened man in front of me had a face that couldn't even be described as his original. He opened his eyes with much difficulty, his red pupils falling on my body.

"It's me..."

He frowned, wanting to raise his hand. It was so painful, so difficult, and to him, that arm seemed like it weighed a thousand taels of gold.

I reached over and took his hand, and the hot blood ran down my hand.

It snaked into my heart.

"Quick... "Hurry up and leave..." He tried to touch my hand, but all he did was push me away.

"Go …" "Ah …"

As he spoke, he spat out a large mouthful of blood, and I froze, the warm blood he had just touched still on my hand.

"Peng Haobai, can you not scare me like that?"

I almost kneeled down and crawled over to him. "I'll take you to the doctor, to the doctor, okay? "Very quickly …"

I never thought that Peng Haobai would become like this. Everything that happens here, I want to turn into a dog-blooded TV show, but the difference is, the TV show has a main character halo, but my Peng Haobai doesn't.

I beg Peng Haobai, nothing must happen to you, you mustn't …

I staggered over to help him up and take him out to the doctor. His injury must not be delayed any longer.

From the looks of it, even if he didn't get beaten to death, he would die from excessive blood loss.

At this moment, I suddenly felt a chill behind my back, as if a cold wind was blowing in.

Then, with a creaking sound, the wooden door behind him was opened.

I stood there for a long time, blood flowing in reverse, before I could muster the strength to turn around and look.

That was the first time I saw Mu Huainan at such a short distance in the past seven years.

Oh no, He Fang should call him Ninth Master here.

He stood there, wearing a simple cotton jacket and comfortable slacks. He looked a little lazy, but in that laziness, there was a suffocating terror.

Those eyes that ate people in the night, seven years later, and when he looked at me again, I would still automatically straighten up and my heart would beat faster.

He seemed to have changed, but at the same time, he seemed to have remained unchanged.

He still had that ice-cold expression, but his temperament had an additional hint of impatience. His eyes were still as terrifying as before, but the difference was that in the past, he was like a black hole that would always cause you to be at a loss.

But now, his gaze was becoming more and more direct, calm and collected, as if he had a knife in his hand. He was determined to get something out of your heart before he stopped.

Besides, he seemed to have lost weight and aged.

His face had been pale the entire time as he walked in from the outside. A faint medicinal smell wafted into the air.

He came in on the doorstep and looked down at me with the same air.

He whispered my name.

"An'an."

I was stunned. The voice that he called me still sounded the same as it did seven years ago.

In his heart, something seemed to be falling down.

He reached out to me, trying to help me up.

I stared at him for a moment, then put my hand on his.

The moment I touched his fingertips, I was almost shocked. His hands became even colder, and his body became as cold as a dead man's.

I looked at him. His face was pale, as if his health were worse.

It seems that these seven years not only tortured me, but also wore him down.

He stood there staring at me. Although his bearing was still the same, but in his eyes of chaos, there was more of the tranquility of stagnant water.

Mu Huainan was really old.

"Mu Huainan!"

I stood facing him, my fists clenched, my voice trembling.

I clearly told myself that meeting him again in seven years was not a reunion after a long period of separation, but a reunion between enemies!

I had to hate him.

I called his name so fiercely, but he only responded with a smile.

"An'an."

It was just like before, warm and soft.

I couldn't help but start to tremble.

"What are you trying to do?!"

For a family banquet to suddenly be opened, the reason why I was able to so smoothly enter and find Peng Haobai, I'm afraid it was all due to someone intentionally doing it.

The old fox was the old fox. No matter how much time passed, the hunters would never be able to defeat him.

Mu Huainan's answer was very simple and very direct.

"I want you to come home."

I couldn't help but sneer.

"Go home?"

I have a home with him?

"Mu Huainan, is it that interesting to deceive yourself like this? Why don't you explain your purpose and not beat around the bush?"

"To beat around the bush." He moved closer and closer to me. His body no longer smelled like it used to; instead, it smelled like medicine.

"I, Mu Huainan, have never wanted to beat around the bush."

My heart sank and I couldn't help but retreat.

As my heel accidentally touched Peng Haobai's body behind me, all of the nerves in my body tensed up.

"Come home with me."

Mu Huainan told me word by word, "It's been seven years, you should have had enough."

I laughed.

If I really go back with him, I don't think I will ever have the chance to see my Mu Jiujiu again for the rest of my life.

I might not even be able to keep my life.

"Unless I die."

I looked up at him coldly.

"I'll never go back with you."

"An'an!"

Suddenly, a shout came from behind me. I was pushed aside with one hand and fell onto the wall. The moment I fell to the ground, I raised my head to take a look.

He raised a hand that held a gun, and pointed it at Mu Huainan.

A gunshot rang out.

The night became even quieter.