Chapter: 770
When Ji Fan returned to Kyoto, he hurried back to his residence immediately.
He tiptoed into the living room, but found that Zhang Yue was holding Xiao Bai with a gloomy face.
Seeing Ji Fan walk in, Zhang Yue rushed up directly, scratching and scratching.
"Ji Fan, what do you mean? My dad entrusted me to you and asked you to take care of me. That's how you took care of me. You left me here by yourself. You left for so many days..."
Facing Zhang Yue's continuous scratching and scratching, Ji Fan had no choice but to dodge.
"Didn't you say that you want to live here? Otherwise, I would have sent you to school a long time ago."
Ji Fan said weakly.
"By the way, when are you going to school?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Yue, who had just settled down, her eyes widened again.
"What do you mean? Are you going to drive me away?"
"..." Ji Fan was speechless.
"How dare I."
"Hmph, count you acquainted, by the way, I have been in Kyoto for so many days, I want to go out to play, you accompany me out to play."
Zhang Yue held Ji Fan's arm and didn't let go.
"Nothing!"
Ji Fan directly refused.
"If you don't accompany me out to play, I will go out alone. If I have a problem, I see how you can explain to my dad."
Zhang Yue threatened.
Hearing this, Ji Fan lamented in his heart, why he was stuck in such a trouble.
"Where do you want to go?"
"I'm going to the most prosperous nightclub in Kyoto, I'm going to have a drink and dance."
Zhang Yue didn't even think about it, and said directly.
puff!
Drinking and dancing?
Damn it, so wild!
"No! Don't look at how old you are, and still want to play such a wild, Jedi can't."
Ji Fan directly refused.
"What's wrong with my age? I'm twenty-one now, so why can't I drink and dance? I used to be in Jizhou, and my dad didn't control me like that. Why do you care about me? No, I will go."
Zhang Yue refused to give up.
"If you don't agree to me, I will always pester you." As she said, Zhang Yue held Ji Fan's arm tightly and stuck it on Ji Fan's body like a piece of dog skin plaster.
She didn't know that the two soft balls on her chest rubbed back and forth on Ji Fan's arms.
Ji Fan wanted to get her down, but, because of the strength, he was afraid of hurting her, and the strength was small and useless. In the end, in desperation, he could only agree.
...
A villa in the western suburbs of Kyoto.
There was a stern cry from Wang Guchen's residence.
A fifth-rank martial arts master was shrouded in a cloud of black air, struggling in pain, but after a short while, he collapsed on the ground and completely turned into a skinny skin, which was extremely terrifying.
Afterwards, the black air dissipated, and a figure appeared inside.
The person's complexion looked extremely hideous, and his facial features were even twisted together. However, this situation did not last too long. After about five minutes, his face returned to normal.
After returning to normal, a black air gradually disappeared in his eyes.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and then a beautiful woman ran in.
This person is Su Lingyu.
Su Lingyu watched as the ground turned into a skinny skin, her brows furrowed, but she was a little scared. This was not the first time she had seen each other during this period of time.
Su Lingyu came to the person with a worried look.
"Chen'er, you... how are you?"
This person is Wang Guchen.
Wang Guchen turned around abruptly, the black energy in his eyes disappeared instantly, but his face was still pale.
He grinned and said:
"Mother, I have nothing to do."
Seeing Wang Guchen's appearance, Su Lingyu stretched out her hand and touched his face. She trembled slightly, and her tentacles were cold, as if Wang Guchen in front of her was not a living person, but a corpse that had been dead for many years.
Su Lingyu trembled:
"Chen'er, since the Battle of Longdingshan, in the past month, your mother almost didn’t recognize you. This is already the tenth corpse in this month. I’m not mistaken, this person , It seems to be a master of Wu Wang from the Jiang family in Kyoto, what are you doing?" JrNovels.com