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- Hu Huan took out a Harley, and he sat in the back. Ling Xiao smiled, and took the initiative to go to the front, and let Hu Huan hug his 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 drag your car casually in the shadow of everything, but in the real world, you still have to abide by the law.
Veteran drivers must also abide by traffic laws and not drive indiscriminately.
In Beijing city at night, the traffic conditions are good, Ling Xiao's driving skills are top-notch, and the quality of the Harley motorcycle 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 their motorcycles, and Hu Huan said to Ling Xiao: "I'll give you that bone flute, but usually you have to get a small box to close it. The rainbow in the Andes is a bit weird, and I like darker and narrow places."
The old wizard really listened, and cursed in the bone flute: "You are not serious, and everyone is not serious."
"Do you think, like you, I am an old coquettish fox?"
Cursing is scolding, but the old wizard is really helpless, Ling Xiao must listen to Hu Huan.
Ling Xiao knew how precious this bone flute was, and Hu Huan gave it to him without hesitation. This kind of friendship is almost equivalent to giving away the entire Tianmo Ling's family.
Ling Xiao was a little moved, and said in a low voice: "You are so kind to me, what should I do with you in the future?"
Hu Huan smiled slightly and said: "I always remember the day when sister Ling Xiao gave me a fetish card and invited me to dinner. No one in this world has ever treated me so well."
Ling Xiao was even more moved. The old wizard wrenched his fingers in the bone flute and counted for a while, then said in a low voice: "I have heard you say this to at least eight people."
"You should keep up with the times anyway, don't use this 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only reply contemptuously: "As the saying goes, love songs are always better than old ones, and classics are never out of date."
"You, like Zhou Qiu, a well-known old boy in the circle of senior professionals in the world, are also worthy of talking to me about what love is, and how can you pick up girls?"
Hu Huan and Ling Xiao were at the gate of the Museum of Modern Literature, chattering and chatting, and soon attracted attention. The Modern Literature Museum at this moment is a small barracks, in addition to the students, there are also professionals from the Qianlong Army, and a whole company of soldiers.
Soon a few 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 he had seen a ghost, and raised his submachine gun with a strange cry.
Immediately thinking that this is not good for the old comrade-in-arms, he hurriedly said: "Hurry up, I won't shoot."
Xiao Jianseng didn't turn his head around for a while, and wanted to let Hu Huan go, and let him go to the underworld as soon as possible.
Hu Huan couldn't help but smiled slightly, and said, "Brother Xiao, I'm Hu Huan, and Ling Xiao. We just came out of the Shadow of Everything. Why do you look so frightened? Are you all okay?"
Xiao Jianseng let the soldiers around him take the flashlight, walked over and pinched it, and made sure that Hu Huan was indeed alive. He held him with open arms and turned around in circles.
Ling Xiao pursed her lips and smiled. She knew that Hu Huan and Xiao Jianseng had a good relationship, and that it was only right for their comrades in arms to come back alive.
Hu Huan finally struggled out of the arms of squad leader No. 7, and said, "This kind of welcome ceremony is unnecessary. Hurry up and tell Teacher Yan, so that I can return to the team."
Xiao Jianseng suddenly remembered something and said, "You are in a bit of trouble."
Hu Huan asked: "What's the trouble? Didn't you hold a memorial service for me again?"
Xiao Jianseng hesitated for a moment, but still thought it best to tell the truth. He glanced at Ling Xiao and said, "Your father is very brave. He thought that the Ling family killed you, so he stole the guns of a few students and went to live in the Ling family. The hotel has revenge for you."
Hu Huan's face turned pale. What is Hu Youyan, as his own son, how can he not know? In terms of gambling skills, his father is indeed a character, but in terms of combat effectiveness, Hu Youyan is a scum.
Ever since he was a child, Hu Huan has seen with his own eyes that his mother beat his father, and Hu Youyan was beaten very badly every time.
It's not that Lao Hu didn't fight hard, but the force value is really not enough for his wife to fight.
Every time, the more fierce the resistance was, the harder Hu Huan's old mother beat him, until Hu Youyan was already beaten out of his body.
Hu Huan couldn't help asking: "Has my old man been killed by the Ling family?"
Ling Xiao's face suddenly turned white.?The relationship between her and Hu Huan has come to fruition, but if Hu Youyan is killed by the Ling family, this matter will never go through.
Xiao Jianseng hurriedly said: "No, your father is not dead, but was detained by the Ling family of the demon"
Hu Huan turned to Ling Xiao and said, "Where do your family members live?"
Ling Xiao started the Harley motorcycle and said, "Come on, 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 thought about the strength at hand, and thought: "Santu train with shell 28, take the fast shooter route? Or a centipede spirit stick with flying scales, a high-speed tank template?"
"Although there are many professionals from Tianmo Ling's family, the ones who really threaten me are my little aunt and that fourth-order Ling Potian."
"Little aunt, like Teacher Yan Lingse, is a fighter. I guess it's as difficult as Hexel, but I won't necessarily lose if I fight purely with strength."
"I heard that Ling Potian is proficient in water and lightning. I remember that Sun You and I created a way to simulate magic, but it was flawed, so we gave up."
"Where did the flaw come from back then?"
Hu Huan wasn't too worried about the upcoming battle. As long as his father didn't die, it wouldn't be a big deal. The Tianmoling family was nothing serious to Hu Huan, Hu Huan.
You know, Hu Huan just fought wits and bravery with two fifth-order strange monsters, and successfully snatched back 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 recovered by at least 70% to 80%.
What's more, Hu Huan has always been known for his wisdom. Hu Huan doesn't care much about this gap in strength. He has plenty of ways to equalize.
Ling Xiao drove the motorcycle and drove 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 to death now, she doesn't want the Ling family to have an enmity with Hu Huan.
Even though Hu Youyan had no reason for this matter, she still stood by Hu Huan's side without hesitation. </div> - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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