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Accompanied by a terrified cry, Fu Yan woke up suddenly, sat up, sweating profusely.
All of a sudden, the room was brightly lit, and the servant who was waiting outside rushed in and asked, "Master, what's the matter?"
Fu Yanchi rubbed his forehead in pain, "It's nothing, it's just a nightmare."
Taking a long breath, Fu Yan tried to relieve his uneasiness, got up and got out of bed, walked to the window, opened it for air, and the servant at the side hurriedly took a coat and put it on for him.
Fu Yan wrapped her clothes, looked at the moonlight and said, "Go down first, I will be alone."
The servant responded and withdrew.
The moonlight outside is different from the bright and clear in the past, yellowing, just like the buds of the willow tree, which makes people feel a little depressing. Seeing the tightness in his chest, Fu Yan was about to leave. Suddenly, there was lightning and thunder, and in an instant, heavy rain poured down.
Fu Yan never noticed, and was swept into some rainwater. He frowned in disbelief and was about to close the window. The back suddenly straightened, the soles of the feet felt cold, and the hairs stood up, it was that feeling again.
Someone is watching him
Under the tree, a figure was vaguely outlined, which was blocked by the majestic heavy rain, making it unreal.
Fu Yan tried his best to look far away, but still didn't know. I was about to go downstairs to find it. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck the big tree, illuminating the things at the bottom of the tree.
Fu Yan saw it clearly
That's the man in the dream, with the same face as him!
Fu Yan's fingers trembled slightly, and his heart was raised in his throat. If he had been prepared in advance, he might fall down and sit down.
The man seemed to have seen Fu Yan, turned around and ran away.
Fu Yan subconsciously chased him out, braving the rain, and chased in the jungle outside the castle. The rain blurred his vision, and he could only vaguely see a figure jumping and running.
"Ah!"
Suddenly, Fu Yan let out a low cry, and accidentally stepped on a dead branch. He fell back and fell to the ground, splashing muddy water. He rubbed his waist in pain, unable to stand up, his eyebrows and nose wrinkled together.
With his hands on the mud, he gritted his teeth and tried to get up. It was dark before his eyes, and there was a black shadow swaying, Fu Yan squinted and looked over. That figure was standing beside him. He lowered his head and looked at him quietly.
The time was silent, and the two looked at each other. After a long time, the man finally moved. He stretched out his two hands towards Fu Yan and closed them inward.
Fu Yan grasped one of them, and the corner of his mouth slightly raised, "Thank you."
The man was taken aback, obviously not expecting it. But he also took advantage of the trend to pull Fu Yan up.
"Hiss" Fu Yan gasped in pain, frowned, and uncontrollably tilted his whole body towards the man.
The man dodged to the side subconsciously, but was grabbed by Fu Yan and fell on the man, "I'm injured, I can't walk, lean on."
The man didn't say a word, and let Fu Yan lean on him. Move back to the huge castle little by little.
"Master, Master, haven't you woken up yet? Breakfast is ready, why are you asleep again?" The servant took the cleaning whisk and gently pushed Fu Yan on the bed.
Fu Yan was sleepy, and asked with half-opened and half-closed eyes, "What time is it?"
"Eight o'clock,"
"The one at the top! But you are also here to take the entrance exam?" Han Wenhao put his hands on his waist, meddling in his own business, "Since you are here to take the entrance exam, you have to look like a student. Look at you, you are fooling around and smoking a cigarette." Gun, I didn¡¯t know that I thought it was a big smoker! Come down quickly!¡±
Feng Yi glanced at it slowly, dismissing it.
After a long silence, Han Wenhao lost his face and said loudly, "Do you know who I am? Do you know who my father is?"
Feng Yi exhaled a puff of smoke, "Han Wenhao, the young master of South Korea, father, Zhenbei Hou of South Korea."
Han Wenhao snorted triumphantly, "It's good to know! Why don't you hurry down?!"
"So what?" Feng Yi asked in a more arrogant tone.
Han Wenhao was anxious, his face flushed red, "I am Han Wenhao, the young master of Korea! What do you think?!"
Feng Yi spread his hands, and smiled arrogantly, "It's not good."
"You, you, you!" Han Wenhao pointed at Feng Yi angrily, obviously losing face, who knows that his name won't give him some face these days? Now that so many people are watching, don't they give him face?
"Yo!" Feng Yi smiled, "Don't be so angry that you stutter, when the time comes, Zhenbei Hou will be furious, I can't bear it, young master."
Feng Yi spoke fearfully, but his tone was nonchalant. What about Han Wenhao??Maybe he didn¡¯t understand, but the people around him started chattering, which aggravated his anger, and he immediately said angrily, "You little bastard, you don't know how to live or die, let me teach you the rules today!"
As he spoke, two balls of fire burst out from the palm of his hand, burning blazingly, and getting bigger and bigger, the people around him dispersed one after another, fearing that it would be affected. I heard that this young master is also a prodigy, only eighteen years old, already a sixth-level fire element.
Feng Yi drooped his eyelids, thinking whether to respond, suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he jumped down.
Han Wenhao was stunned for a moment, he didn't know whether to fire the fireball in his hand or not. After a moment of silence, he turned his hand and took it back, clapped his hands, and said triumphantly, "Do you know that you are afraid? This young master is"
Before he finished speaking, he saw Feng Yi striding away.
"He is gone?" Han Wenhao didn't react for a while, and asked the people beside him.
"Gogo" The people around me replied cautiously.
"Doesn't he take my little duke seriously?"
"this"
Han Wenhao's face was so dark that ink dripped out, and he yelled at Feng Yi's back, "Hey! That bastard who doesn't know what to do, I haven't finished talking yet! Stop! Stop!"
Feng Yi didn't bother to pay attention at all, he stared straight at a figure, walked around in the crowd, walked forward, stretched out his hand and threw a big ice puck at it.
The man in black moved slightly and dodged away.
Feng Yi persisted, hooked his hand, and the controlled ice puck came back and hit the man in black again. The man in black dodged again, but the ice puck moved freely in Feng Yi's hands, as if it was being held by an invisible thread, and could be controlled freely.
?Three back and forth in a row, the speed increased little by little, in the eyes of others, it was just a phantom. If they hadn't felt the biting cold air emanating from the ice hockey puck, they might not have noticed it. It's a pity that the black-clothed man's figure was faster, and he could hardly catch his figure.
"Hey! The one in front! Do you know who I am and who my father is?!"
Han Wenhao rushed over angrily to ask for responsibility, he didn't pay attention to the current situation at all, and even stepped forward to pull Feng Yi's shoulder, just as he stretched out his hand, Feng Yi shot his eyes, "It's troublesome!"
With a cold cry, he pushed Han Wenhao away several meters with a palm. Because of his distraction, the ice puck directly hit the Optimus Prime on the side, and with a "snap", it shattered into countless halves, and the pillar was also sunken, full of cracks. I'm afraid that if you stretch out your hand and lightly touch it, it will turn into a pile of dregs. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - 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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