MTL - Journey To the World of Film and Television-Chapter 53 pear [

  Chapter 53 Dividing pears【Chapter has been modified】

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  The sky was bright, and the mission started to set off again after half a day of reorganization.

  Yesterday, Sean almost escaped, and on the way to pursue him, he was intercepted and killed by Uesugi Tiger from the Northern Qi Dynasty. All kinds of changes made everyone more vigilant, and they truly realized the danger of this trip.

  Fan Xian originally wanted to send someone to send Guo Baokun and Fan Ruoruo back together, but unexpectedly Fan Ruoruo agreed to go back, but Guo Baokun wanted to rely on the mission.

Seeing Guo Baokun trembling slightly but still holding the banner tightly, Fan Xian couldn't help shaking his head and sighing softly, and said with a wry smile: "Mr. Guo, if you have already told me about your affairs, I am also very grateful that you escorted her all the way here. It's just that I really can't help you with Mr. Guo's matter."

"Fan Xian, Master Fan, I don't ask you to intercede for my father, but I only hope that you will allow me to go north with the mission." Guo Baokun said firmly: "Guo is willing to do a little bit of work to alleviate my father's guilt. .”

"You have also seen the tragedy of yesterday. This trip is far more dangerous than you imagined." Fan Xian frowned slightly and then calmed down, as if meeting the arrogant and domineering Young Master Guo for the first time, he hesitated for a moment, and said seriously: "Have you thought about it?"

  Guo Baokun bowed and bowed, "Please, Mr. Fan."

"Forget it, since you insist on this, I don't need to say more. From now on, I will be in charge of the internal affairs with the team." Fan Xian helped Guo Baokun up, called a guard to take him to the end of the team, with a smile on his face, and a flash of light in his eyes Surprise and admiration.

  Fan Ruoruo was also walking towards him at this time, looking at Guo Baokun passing by, he couldn't help showing a guilty expression, bowed and watched him go.

  Fan Xian sighed: "The Guo family has experienced such a change, this Young Master Guo has matured a lot."

  Fan Ruoruo nodded in agreement, turned around and said, "Brother, you won't blame me, will you?"

   "Nonsense, of course it's your fault." Fan Xian curled his lips, pretending to be angry, "But what can I do if I blame you? You are my sister, and everything my sister does is right."

  Fan Ruoruo covered her mouth and snickered, a word that Zhou Ji had talked with her before suddenly appeared in her mind, "Sister Control".

  Thinking of Zhou Ji, Fan Ruoruo's smile subsided slightly, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes. After hesitating for a long time, he still asked softly with some hesitation: "He didn't come home all night last night, is there anything wrong?"

  He obviously didn't refer to Guo Shao who had gone away. Fan Xian glanced at Fan Ruoruo helplessly, and said, "Barrett is in hand, the world lets him go."

   'Barrett'? Is that the sword case?

  Fan Ruoruo nodded half-understood, and didn't ask any further questions.

  For safety reasons, Fan Xian deliberately transferred Gao Da to lead a team to **** Fan Ruoruo back to Beijing. This person was personally appointed by his father and belonged to their Fan family's cronies, so he could trust him.

  Turning around and looking at the boundless wilderness and river, Fan Ruoruo waited for a long time at the intersection, but Zhou Ji never came to see him off.

   "Is it a goodbye forever?"

  Fan Ruoruo got into the carriage somewhat dejectedly, followed the original route of the mission, and returned to the capital.

  The mission to the north had to walk through the strange stone ridge where they had fought in the past few days. The corpses scattered yesterday had already been eaten by wild beasts in the mountains, and only some fragments of armor and dark red withered grass were left, which proved the tragedy at that time.

Covering his nose with his sleeve, Wang Qinian looked at the gravel shoal in the distance, compared the markings on the map, ran forward and said, "Lord Fan, the Wudu River is ahead, and beyond the Wudu River is the border of Qi State. The name who suddenly appeared yesterday Saintess of the Northern Qi Dynasty, you need to be careful."

   "Fan Xian! Come out!"

As soon as Wang Qinian finished speaking, he heard a slightly resentful voice coming from the mountain road ahead. Fan Xian got out of the car and looked around, only to see a woman wearing coarse clothes with a rural atmosphere between her brows. He jumped down and blocked the front of the mission.

   "You guys go back first!" Seeing Haitang's hair still dripping, Fan Xian immediately understood what the other party was coming for, and quickly stopped the guard who wanted to attack.

   Zhou Ji is not around right now, if the other party makes a forceful attack, I am afraid that even if they are tied together, they will not be able to kill enough.

   Haitang glanced at the missionary and confirmed that Zhou Ji was not among them, and she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

   Just before dawn, she found the remains of Yan Xiaoyi in the wilderness near the mission.

  Although most of the bones were eaten by wild wolves, the traces at the scene are enough to tell that this was a unilateral massacre.

  Walking along the horseshoe prints, she recreated the cause of Yan Xiaoyi's death in her mind, but there was a distance of nearly 600 steps between the bonfire in the forest and his body.

  There are a total of five potholes within 600 steps. Each pothole has the size of a bowl in the center and spreads out in all directions. Its power is similar to that of the bed crossbow, but no matter what, the shot crossbow gun cannot be found.

  From the beginning to the end, Yan Xiaoyi never fired a single arrow.

   "Yan Xiaoyi is dead." Haitang said in a low tone, her eyes fixed on Fan Xian, paying attention to the changes in his expression.

  Fan Xian understood, a smile raised at the corner of his mouth, and raised his eyebrows: "You didn't come to talk to me, did you?"

   "You really know!" Haitang's body was full of energy and blood, suppressing the horror in her heart, she gritted her teeth and said, "Give me the antidote."

   "If you don't give it to me, I will kill you." Haitang raised the hatchet and added viciously.

  Fan Xian noticed the panic in the girl's eyes sharply, and couldn't help laughing: "It's not an aphrodisiac, don't worry, girl, it's just a supplement formulated to speed up metabolism, increase vitality, and help spiritual practice."

   "Helps practice?" Haitang sneered at this, but when she heard that it was not poison, she calmed down and said coldly, "If you tell the truth now, aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

  Ninth-rank masters are far more resistant to drugs than ordinary people, and she can vaguely feel that this substance is not harmful to the human body, so she puts away her murderous intentions and dares to confront Fan Xian.

"The matter of the mission is related to whether the people of the two countries are involved in the flames of war. If something happens to me, there will be no possibility of peace talks between Nanqing and Beiqi. Will you kill me?" Fan Xian shook his head, and confidently found a horizontal stone to sit on. He took out two pears from his bosom, gave one to Haitang, and asked casually, "How do you know that Yan Xiaoyi is dead?"

   "Arrogant and conceited!" Haitang was furious, snatched it away, took a bite, and muttered, "How could there be someone like you?"

  Fan Xian smiled and said, "So, you saw Yan Xiaoyi's body?"

Suddenly recalling the remains of minced meat all over the floor, and the blood that filled the nostrils, no matter how sweet the fruit was chewed, it was a little tasteless. Haitang glared at Fan Xian, then at the bitten pear, and said with hatred: "That sword coffin Zhou Ji from your mission is simply a lunatic!"

  Based on the thought that it is better to make others feel uncomfortable than herself, Haitang described the scene she saw vividly, coupled with her own inference, it can be described as eloquent and emotional, as if she was there in person.

  Fan Xian also stopped eating, his throat rolled, he turned his head and retched a few times, and looked at Haitang with some resentment.

  The two looked at each other, and couldn't help laughing, and the boredom in their hearts was also swept away.

  (end of this chapter)