43-The down-out princess

43—The depressed princess

"I won't apologize. What else do you want?" Mo Fan shrugged his shoulders and rudely interrupted Lanxi: "Who let you be a good woman not to do, pretend to be a man, and deliberately came to my hand, disgusting me.

Don't you know that the things I hate most in my life are those GAYs who come down with their backs!"

Mo Fan finally emphasized: "Anyway, I won't apologize to you. It's completely your own way. It has nothing to do with me."

"You..." He just wanted to apologize, but was taught a lesson by Mo Fan. Lan Xi's aggrieved tears couldn't help but fill his face. Once upon a time, someone dared to treat her so unreasonable!

As the eldest daughter of Prince Baffista Grantes of the Asropical Empire and the title of Princess Lanxi granted by the emperor Dale Grants, Lanxi Grants, who has received good tutors since childhood, is simple and kind, and is not comparable to the general rich second-generation dung bets.

How can Princess Lanxi, who was violently pushed down by Mo Fan and has never been pushed to the ground, tolerate Mo Fan's previous rude aggression against her? But even so, Lanxi, who is kind-hearted, only asks for an apology. If it had been for other slightly * people, they might have been furiously shouting to kill Mo Fan, who would have apologized and chatted with him here.

But Mo Fan was good. He not only didn't say a word of apology, but also said no to Lanxi. How can she accept this? Lanxi's cheeks were red, as cute as a red apple.

"Damn stinky guy, this is a sophistry. In fact, you don't want to give Ben at all..." Lanxi, who was trembled with anger and was very unconvinced, stretched out his white jade finger and pointed to Mo Fan's head and said hatefully, "You don't want to apologize at all, right?"

Originally, Lanxi wanted to say her true identity, but when she was about to blurt out, Lanxi, who realized that it was inappropriate, suddenly stopped again. Because of her sharp vision, she noticed that the white-bearded old man standing behind Mo Fan seemed to have signs of wanting to do something.

Although Lanxi's personality is simple and kind, it does not mean that she is stupid. On the contrary, her IQ is definitely higher than that of Mo Fan. If there was no unique vision and great wisdom, Lan Xi would never have dared to gamble in the previous battle between Mo Fan and Chabaren, let alone loot those unlucky passers-by.

Lanxi knows very well that he must not reveal his identity now. The old man with white beard who followed and killed him as soon as he came out of the imperial capital. If he knew his true identity, he would definitely take him away immediately. And Mo Fan, a stinky guy who only has one side of his relationship with himself, will certainly not help himself.

The reason is very simple, because Lanxi and Mo Fan don't like each other now! But that's the problem. She continues to be chased and killed by unidentified enemies. Lanxi, who is in danger, now urgently needs someone to help her, at least help her enter Rock City. As long as you enter Locke City, other things will be much easier.

As for the soldiers at the gate of Locke City, Lanxi couldn't count on them at all, and didn't even think about them. If you expect those guys who don't do anything with money to help themselves, it's better to buy a piece of tofu directly. At least the money tofu is still a little useful.

You know that Lanxi came all the way, and dozens of third-order knights who followed him were all killed one by one by the old man with white beard. If it hadn't been for this reason, she wouldn't have been able to walk to Rock City alive.

So Mo Fan has become the only choice for Princess Lanxi now, and it is not even too much to describe it as the last life-saving straw. After all, Mo Fan's easy performance of killing the third-order warrior Chabarron before can prove that he has strong strength and is likely to be a master of the strongest cultivation. Even if not, he has the strength to fight with the old man Bai Xu.

But now Mo Fan and Lan Xi have fallen into an awkward deadlock because of an apology. If you want to get Mo Fan's help, how to resolve the conflict between the two now has become the key problem that Lanxi needs to solve.

For a moment, Lan Xi, who had a lot of thoughts, looked at the old man with a ferocious smile and thought resentfully, "Damn vicious old man, sooner or later, I will kill you and avenge my dead soldiers."

In a flash, Lanxi, who quickly withdrew his eyes from the old man, seemed to be a different person. He blinked at Mo Fan and said with a smile, "Since you don't like to apologize, forget it. I will follow you from now on."

"What?" Listening to the numb female voice, Mo Fan, who felt the difference, was stunned and couldn't close his mouth.

"I'm going to follow you from today. Don't try to dump me!" While smiling with a fascinating face, Lan Xi, who bent a charming arc at the corners of his mouth, added another sentence in his heart: "Until you are willing to apologize."

"How do you like it? I don't have time to go crazy with you!" Mo Fan, who had a headache, couldn't help shaking his head and thought with great pain: "I'll wipe it!" Is this really a woman? Is she the one who wronged me?

Compared with Mo Fan, who felt the difference, he finally spit out all the saliva in his mouth. The passers-by who had already had a dry mouth were immediately dumbfounded, shocked, envious, jealous and hateful eyes, like machine guns and cannons, concentrated on someone's ruthless shooting and bombing, vowing to smash him all over his body.

"Nima! It turns out that the young couple are awkward!" The broad-minded passer-by suddenly realized.

"What a waste of expression!" A passer-by who was not satisfied with watching the play said so.

"Is it upside down?" A well-sighted passer-by said depressedly, how could he not encounter such a good thing?

"See, that stinky boy still doesn't want to." The passer-by said that the sky was broken.

"I'm blind in my titanium dog's eyes!"

"The goddess of Laozi ran away with people, and I won't live!" The passers-by who couldn't bear to watch it anymore burst into tears.

"Nima! The good cabbage has been arched by the pig. In the end, all the passers-by collectively got such a cruel conclusion, and then the group of coquettish people in their hearts could only continue to travel with a helpless and bitter face. If you continue to stay uninformed, your fragile heart may burst.

The passers-by gradually dispersed. Mo Fan shook his head helplessly and was no longer too lazy to pay attention to this one-sided relationship with himself. Now Lanxi, whose brain was suspected to be convulsed, turned his head straight to prepare for Wangcheng.

Who knew that Lan Xi came up at the right time, took Mo Fan's arm, and succeeded in conspiracy. He smiled like a little fox and hummed an elegant song: "kendieseemad..."

" Let go of me!" Mo Fan, who was grabbed by the arm, looked unnatural and always felt something wrong there. But he just shook it gently and didn't work as hard as before.

After all, it is worth showing off for any man to be able to take up her arms by a woman, who is also a beautiful and enviable and hateful woman! Who doesn't have a little show off? Besides, Mo Fan is not Liu Xiahui, but he is not impulsive now, and he can't be impulsive. Who let him do the transformation of the dead?

"No, no, no. Humph!" Although Lanxi was extremely nervous in the face of the old man in white, he still pretended to be calm. He glanced at Mo Fan with a proud face, and then began to hum a little song to distract his nervous mood.

"Alas...whatever you want!" Mo Fan, who was stroked by Lan Xi, but was still not interested, sighed, and then shrugged his head and stayed motionless.

Because Mo Fan couldn't figure out something, he wondered when he had become as serious as he is now. Now the beauty is beside him, and he doesn't feel impulsive at all. Is it because I have been in this world for a long time, so even I have been subtly turned into GAY?

"Wh! What am I thinking?" Shocked by his own thoughts, Mo Fan, who had goose bumps all over his body, shook his head decisively, tried to stop thinking about it, and then prepared to step forward. But it was then that he found that he seemed to have bumped into someone else.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to." Mo Fan, who was busy apologizing, raised his head and found that a white man, with a wrinkled face and a pair of shoe-pulling faces, was looking at himself with a grim smile. Of course, Mo Fan would not know that this old man with a ferocious face focused his eyes on Lan Xi.

"I'm really sorry, I really didn't mean to." Mofan, who was blocked by the old man in white with a ferocious smile, didn't think much about it. The guy who thought he was still angry took out a gold coin and took the initiative to hand it over: "This gold coin is used as compensation. I'll go first!"

"You..." Looking at the gold coins handed over by Mo Fan, the ferocious smile on the old man's face suddenly stopped, and the unhappy guy roared angrily: "Do you think I want food?"

"Why don't you think it's too little?" However, the old man in white refused to pick up the gold coin, thinking that he was still very young and put his posture as low as possible. Mofan suddenly felt boring and no longer spoke so politely: "If you give me a gold coin every time, I don't mind following you to be a professional beggar."

"You..." The old man in white, who was about to explode his lungs, stretched out his trembling hands and pointed to Mo Fan angrily and couldn't speak anymore. It's just that the determination to kill a stinky guy has become more and more firm.

"Wipe! It's another scum who relies on the old and sells the old. For Mo Fan, who has long been used to all kinds of blackmail methods, the means used by the white-bearded old man with a shoe-shaded face in front of him are really too watery, which is not as good as one 100,000 of those professionals!

Although respecting the old and loving the young is a traditional virtue of the Chinese people, it is also worth preserving. But as an old man, you have to have at least a bottom line, right? Beyond that bottom line, it is to rely on the old and sell the old. For such a shameless person, Mo Fan is the most despised, and naturally he will no longer respect him.

Mo Fan raised the corners of his mouth and sneered slightly. He looked at the pale face, which was full of wrinkles, much like the white-bearded old man wrapped in the left three layers of bark and the right three layers of the shoe drawn by the bark. He said with an unhappy face, "Don't you just want money! All right! I'll give you more coins. Take it back and buy a coffin!"

Because he didn't want to make a big deal, Mo Fan, who just wanted to enter the city earlier, smiled coldly, took out a handful of gold coins from his arms and threw it at the old man with white beard. It's just a very unhappy guy, but he thought hatefully in his heart, "Nima! If I didn't want to do too much, I would have killed you now. Even I dared to blackmail you.

After doing this, Mo Fan dragged decisively and was stunned by his action of throwing coins. He staggered the annoying white-bearded old man on the opposite side and was ready to move on another road.