Fang Che sighed leisurely: "Thank you all for this period of time."

"Not working hard... it's just a grievance, it's a grievance..."

Xiong Rushan and others saw Fang Che's face at this moment, but they felt their hearts sore and rushing up uncontrollably, and they almost couldn't help crying loudly.

"What's wrong?"

Fang Che said indifferently: "Some things must be done; since you do things, you must be prepared to face everything."

He looked at the crowd ahead and said lightly: "You have to bear the cheers and you must withstand the frame."

"yes!"

Fang Che nodded slightly and said, "Go into the city."

Zhao Shanhe and others clearly felt that Fang Che now was different from before.

The aura on his body was even more desolate and sharp, but it was a little more desolate and quiet.

When he saw this scene before, he was still moved and excited.

But now, he could clearly feel his emotions, like the ancient well without waves.

Everyone was sad, and the energetic Mr. Fang could not come back after all. Now Mr. Fang has changed a lot. This change makes people feel heartbroken.

Surrounded by everyone, Fang Che turned over and held his fists around him.

Everyone thought Mr. Fang was going to speak, and immediately stopped cheering and music.

But Fang Che just hugged his fists, and a smile appeared on his thin face, and said lightly: "Everyone should go back... I have received the intention."

"It is difficult for those who have died once to be excited anymore. Thank you, my fellow villagers!"

He looked up at the sky, closed his eyes, and said deeply: "Since Fang Che is back, he will not leave. The world is cold and the world is dangerous; Fang Che is ready at any time to throw this life into the Yunlan River!"

He lowered his head, clasped his fists, and then clamped his legs: "Have!"

The biceratops of the dragon horse take steps.

Fang Che calmly clasped his fists: "All the elders... It's not easy to come to the world. Everyone should live well!"

Zhao Shanhe waved his hand: "Return to the Southeast Headquarters."

The team will start at the same time.

Nine double-ceratops horses were in the middle of the team, walking quickly.

Fang Che rode quietly on the horse, looking at the cheering and excited crowds on both sides, constantly clasping his fists, but never spoke again.

Wherever they pass, many people are crying.

Mr. Fang's words continued to spread in Donghuzhou.

Countless people sighed infinitely.

"Since Fang Che is back, he will not leave. The world is cold and the world is dangerous; Fang Che is ready at any time to throw this life into the Yunlan River!"

"Dear elders... It's not easy to come to the world. Everyone should live well!"

Only after knowing what Mr. Fang had experienced, can we understand how powerful these two sentences have.

The public only felt depressed in their hearts, a breath that was about to burst out, and they would not be happy without vomiting.

"Who dares to deal with Mr. Fang again, let's throw him into the Yunlan River first!"

"Mr. Fang! Live well!"

"Mr. Fang has changed and has lost weight... This kind of quietness and desolation makes people feel distressed when they see it..."

"Hey... After experiencing this kind of thing, Mr. Fang can still come back. He is not discouraged and is already strong enough..."

"I know and understand, but it's because of knowing and understanding that I feel heartbroken! I feel sad and want to cry..."

"Me too……"

Fang Che entered the city all the way, and there were crowds of people all the way.

Halfway through the road, a melodious sound of piano came suddenly on the side of the road.

Everyone looked at it.

It's the Spring Tower.

On the stands on the second floor of Chunlou, eighteen women in white were sitting upright, with beautiful appearance and beautiful hair.

They sat on the edge of the stands, with either a piano, a zither, a flute or a flute in their hands.

The plain fingers buckled, the cherry lips opened lightly, and a melodious singing sounded.

Several women sang:

"...Sweep away the turbid world without any care, the son of the Fang family has no dust in the world; as bright as the moon in the ninth heaven, as clean as the immortal in the Qiongxiao; who will support the poor and establish the world, who will catch the suffering people from the sea of ​​suffering; who will abandon all gold and silver, who will engrave the righteous path in your body... Who has established the tomb of a miserable beauty, who will hold the monument of justice in the world..."

"There is no fairy jade dew in the world, and the imperial palace in the sky is Yongzhen..."

Fang Che stopped the horse, sat on the horse's back, raised his head and closed his eyes, and listened quietly.

He remembered the day he put on makeup and entered East Lake after he was in Yunlan River.

It's this song.

Now, these brothel women are using this song to welcome themselves.

The mood of that day.

Today's mood.

Overlapping and repeating.

Fang Che's face was quiet, he raised his head and listened with his ears, and felt the clouds floating in his chest, passing by his heart.

After a song.

Fang Che opened his eyes and immediately raised his hand and clasped his fists.

A gift.

Eighteen brothel girls stood up at the same time, folded their hands on their chests, lowered their heads and bent their knees, and gave a deep blessing.

When I looked up, tears were already filled with my eyes, and several of them even cried out excitedly.

The figure in black clothes had already left, but this handover remained deeply in the minds of the women for the rest of their lives.

With Fang Che holding his fist, no one dares to bully him again in his life!

It was everyone's wish to welcome Mr. Fang, but he was given a lifetime of peace by Mr. Fang.

"Mr. Fang has lost weight..."

The girls were heartbroken.

Sure enough, not long after, the legend of "Eighteen Golden Flowers Welcoming Fang Tu" came out of Donghu. For a moment, the eighteen girls suddenly became the top stars.

Of course, the girls will not let go of the opportunity to change their destiny.

And they themselves also know that Mr. Fang means that.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have stopped listening to that song and performing that gift.

When the people move forward, the front is Fang Wang Mansion.

Wear red and hanging colors, waiting for the owner of the palace to move in.

The inside was cleaned clean.

Fang Che rode his horse by, and in the longing eyes of countless people, he didn't even look at it. He threw out his palm, and the plaque of the door of the Fang Wang Mansion exploded into dust.

Fang Che passed by with a cold face like the wind and headed straight to the Southeast headquarters.

Then Mo Ganyun and others walked by without looking at each other.

The attitude of "My one has been smashed, but the newly built one is not my Fang Wang Mansion" is fully expressed.

A large group of people roared past.

In an instant, it became deserted, and several dead leaves rolled up and drifted on the ground.

The person in front of Prince Fang's mansion looked distraught.

When Fang Prince's Mansion was smashed, many people died. Later, Fang Che rehabilitated Zhaoxue, and it was also those who participated in the smashing and smashing to raise money to rebuild it.

Because... don't pay? No one in Donghu can spare you!

Now Mr. Fang is finally back, but he smashed the door plaque with one palm.

The attitude is unusually obvious.

What are you? You are worthy of me to repair the palace?!

It's dirty!

don't want!

To some extent, this almost declared the death penalty for these people!
To be continued...