Langfei: I am the younger brother of the Fudi demons

He turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw a fat man with a belly as big as Maitreya Buddha, walking swaggeringly.

It was the unlucky swordsman who was sold by him last night.

Lin Fan's eyes bulged out at that time, his legs went weak, and he instinctively wanted to run away.

This damn fat guy was besieged by such a group of guys, and he actually managed to escape?

and also,

Now that he appears here, is he here to take revenge on himself?

Lin Fan was a little timid.

But he quickly regained his composure.

It shouldn't be to cause trouble for yourself.

After all, he was hidden in the armor last night, with only his eyes exposed.

Now I am not covered in armor, I am just an ordinary college student.

While his thoughts were whirling, the fat man had already sat down next to the soup pot on the fire. He didn't care about heating it, just stretched out his fingers to scoop up the instant noodles and put it into his mouth.

It looked like a starving ghost reincarnated.

Regarding this uninvited guest, Qiyaoyao, who was eating instant noodles around the pot, raised her eyebrows at that time.

Who is this fat man?

Just reach out and grab the noodles as soon as they come up, which is not polite.

Seeing this scene, Lin Fan, who was selling goods among the crowd at Zhang Fa's side, breathed a sigh of relief.

It seemed that the fat man was simply attracted by the smell of instant noodles.

It's not for myself.

However, just in case, Lin Fan, who had finished his business with his classmates, did not plan to approach him, but hid in the crowd.

Next to him happened to be Dong Wei and Wang Zhe, who were saved by him.

These two are much stronger than Zhang Fa.

At least I know how to be grateful.

only……

"Didn't I ask you to follow those two soldiers? Why are you here?" Lin Fan raised his eyebrows slightly and asked.

Wang Zhe and Dong Wei almost cried when they heard Lin Fan's words:

"Those two soldiers were dead, torn to pieces by a monster."

"Woo, those intestines are falling all over the floor..."

The two of them thought of the horrific scene, and their faces turned pale without any trace of blood.

Zhang Fa, who was originally at odds with Lin Fan, interrupted with a look of resentment: "You shouldn't have saved those gangsters. You have no conscience. You actually disliked the three of us for dragging them down and took away the soldiers' guns and ammunition. Nothing is left for us.”

Lin Fan ignored Zhang Fa, who was also heartless. He was about to ask a few other students about their experiences when he saw the fat man next to the firewood, holding a pot and finishing the noodle soup, wagging his fingers at him with unsatisfied intentions. Voice:

"Young man, do you still have that beer?"

Lin Fan's mouth twitched, could he still escape after all?

Since you can't avoid it, go ahead.

Lin Fan's face was immediately filled with a bright smile. He approached it flatteringly and took out a jar of snowflakes: "Yes, I must have it."

The fat man quickly grabbed it, opened it and drank it hard. The drink overflowed from the corner of his mouth. There was no heroism, only vulgarity.

Qi Yaoyao looked even more disgusted.

The fat man drank a can of beer, rubbed his round belly comfortably, burped, and looked at Lin Fan with satisfaction: "The young man is good, he has a bright future."

"Thank you for the compliment." Lin Fan said with a harmless look on his face, "A bottle of beer is 1000 yuan."

The fat man who was rubbing his belly froze, and his plump body almost jumped up: "1000 yuan, why don't you grab it?"

Lin Fan looked aggrieved: "How can you make money so quickly by robbing?"

The fat man's fat face trembled.

What you said makes so much sense, I can't refute it.

The fat man cleared his throat and said with a serious face: "Isn't it just 1000 yuan? Now that the ruins are over, I'll give it to you..."

"You don't want to default on the debt, do you?" Qiyaoyao interjected.

Qiyaoyao was deeply suspicious of this fat man's character.

The fat man was furious: "I am a respectable big shot, how can I still give you money?"

As he spoke, he spoke righteously: "I don't have any cash on me, and I can't scan the QR code on my phone. There is no internet in this ruins..."

"So, it's not that I don't want to give you money, it's just that I really can't."

Having said this, the fat man already had a little pride on his face.

But soon, his expression froze.

I just saw the little bastard next to me hand over an IOU...

"Senior, you just need to sign."

The fat man's proud expression froze.

And this operation?

Seeing that he couldn't default on his debt, the fat man could only angrily snatch Lin Fan's pen and sign his name.

Lin Fan was happy.

Then he happily took the IOU and glanced at the signature. After a long time...

"That...senpai won't sign a fake name, right?"

The fat man blushed, and then became angry: "How can I be that kind of person? I can't change my name in my profession, but I can't change my surname in my profession. This is why people in the world call me a poor scholar."

Lin Fan saw the fat man lying without turning red or out of breath, and said tangledly: "I have seen poor scholars."

"Really?" The fat man said without changing his expression, "Oh, I remembered wrongly, my name is actually the layman who wants money."

Lin Fan didn't speak, just looked at the fat man silently.

Never seen such a brazen person.

The fat man was furious: "Okay, okay, I call you Tai Sui Swordsman. Isn't it just 1000 yuan? Why don't you, a young man, know how to respect the old and love the young?"

The fat man was so angry that he snatched the IOU from Lin Fan and signed it again.

But Lin Fan's entire body was in a petrified state.

Tai Sui Swordsman.

That swordsman who likes to chop his enemies into pieces?

By the way, the other party seems to be from the Qingtian Sect...

Lin Fan quickly looked inside at his disciple order.

His disciple order is a true disciple, and he can detect Qingtian Sect disciples who are lower than himself within a hundred miles.

Sure enough, disciple Ling Shang, an orange light spot representing the inner disciples appeared next to him.

This guy is really a Tai Sui swordsman!

Lin Fan's expression became strange. The other party was an inner disciple, and he was a true disciple.

If the other party knew about it, would he also have to salute him and call him "Big Brother"?

One of the top four masters in China calls him senior brother. It must feel very good, right?

Forget it, I'd better keep a low profile.

Lin Fan was not afraid that his true disciple's identity would be revealed.

After all, according to the rules of the disciple order, low-level disciples cannot spy on high-level disciples.

Just as Lin Fan was thinking this, the fat man who had lost his temper the previous moment came over and said with a shy face: "If you have a few more bottles of that beer, I'll make an IOU... If you don't believe it, you can ask the poor scholar to vouch for it."

Lin Fan secretly rolled his eyes: "No more."

This man must have a grudge against the poor scholar.

But not unusual.

After all, there is no good scholar.

The Tai Sui swordsman was disappointed, but then his eyes straightened.

Looking straight at Qiyaoyao on the other side.

At this moment, Qi Yaoyao was gnawing on a fruit vigorously, making a clicking sound.

"Stop... no, shut up." Tai Sui Swordsman's voice was as loud as thunder, and then his plump body rushed in front of Qi Yaoyao.

Qi Yaoyao was startled, and saw the fat man staring directly at the fruit in his hand, with a look of sorrow on his face: "What a waste of nature, what a waste of nature... Such a treasure, why do you eat it like this?"