To be precise, the Oiran Pavilion Master is not Zhao Fan's rival in love, after all, between Zhao Fan and Seventeen, there is nothing at the male and female level, but the Oiran Pavilion Master doesn't know what the facts are, so in his mind, Zhao Fan is his rival in love, and he is the only one who makes him emotionally defeated......

When the Oiran Pavilion Master opened the "Book of Storms and Clouds" handed over by his subordinates before he came, he was immediately stunned when he saw the word Zhao Fan, and the other party's unknown nationality in the past was born out of thin air, and in one fell swoop, he burst out of combat power comparable to the Fivefold Realm, he vaguely guessed that that Terran young man was the unswerving Zhao Fan of the Seventeenth Dynasty!

Therefore, his purpose is not to have Sawa boots and famous knife blood cotton.

In order to see what kind of man could make Seventeen die, and he was afraid that he would die at the hands of the strong people on all sides before he could see the other party, the Oiran Pavilion Lord contacted Yuetianlou, poured a lot of resources, and opened the teleportation array over there alone.

As a result, when he arrived at the royal city of the Feather Spirit Kingdom, the scene in front of him greatly surprised the Lord of the Oiran Pavilion.

The wind is calm, and there is no sign of the aftermath of the war......

And before the Oiran Pavilion Lord appeared, hidden in the void, he secretly observed that Terran youth, except for his appearance, he couldn't spy on anything else, just like an ordinary Terran who couldn't be more ordinary, and the life qi machine was only twenty years old!

The Oiran Pavilion Lord unleashed his power and tried it, and the Terran youth became slightly nervous at first, but soon returned to his usual calm, as if he was not afraid of himself at all.

Men have a common problem, that is, when they have a love rival, they can't wait to compare with one or the other in all aspects.

The lord of the Oiran Pavilion did not do so, he took the initiative to ask for a tea seat, and took the initiative to take out the exclusive brewed wine, the posture was like catching up with a friend, there was no smell of gunpowder, even if it was a secret contest.

"Oiran Pavilion Master, I don't know what to call it?" Zhao Fan took a sip of wine and put down the wine glass without being humble or arrogant.

"First ......"

The Oiran Pavilion Lord showed a contemplative expression, and after a while, said, "It should be called Ye Xuan." ”

"Should?"

Zhao Fan didn't know why.

"If I'm not mistaken, this is my first name." The Oiran Pavilion Lord took a sip of wine, obviously not wanting to continue the topic.

Zhao Fan didn't ask much, he said in a condensed voice: "When did Seventeen meet you, and when did you leave?" Where did it go? ”

"As a rival in love, do you think I'm going to tell you this?" The Oiran Pavilion Master gave him a faint look.

"Okay then."

After Zhao Fan drank all the wine in the cup, he put the wine glass on the armrest, "However, I am still grateful to you." ”

"Thank you?" The Oiran Pavilion Master inexplicably pointed to his face like a peerless jade, "Looks like I didn't help you with anything." ”

Zhao Fan smiled mysteriously, but did not continue to speak, because...... He is not dead, he is a living soul from the earth, this is a secret, and it must not be known to a second person besides himself.

"Not worried that I'll kill you?" The Oiran Pavilion Lord suddenly raised his eyebrows.

Zhao Fan shook his head and said, "If you came here to kill me, you wouldn't be drinking with me like you are now." ”

"Who in the world doesn't know that my Oiran Pavilion Lord is moody, maybe one moment he is still drinking and talking, and the next moment his heart will be pierced by my fingertips." The Oiran Pavilion Master's voice grew colder, and his eyes stared straight at the other party's calm eyes as if they were threatening.

"Whatever."

Zhao Fan poured it again and raised the wine glass and shook it, and said fearlessly: "I am weaker than you, but you can't kill me." ”

The Oiran Pavilion Master continued to stare at the other party's eyes without saying a word, and after more than ten breaths, he was still as light as ever.

"Huh."