Originally, Bao Bao Bao had never had a good impression of the people in the Sixth Hall, but since receiving the life-saving grace from the Taiyin King, his attitude has changed a lot.
Although he is fully capable of directly killing those who violate laws and regulations, he still adheres to the principles in his heart and enforces the law according to the rules set by the owner of Vientiane Market and himself, without any personal emotions mixed in.
Hearing this, Wu Fan also took a breath of cold air, thinking that it was a good thing that this included an upright character, otherwise the old immortal would have died "without illness, disaster, or suffering" long ago.
But he thought about it, but still couldn't figure out what relationship he had with the Taiyin King, and hurriedly explained: "But... Mr. Executor, you also said that the Taiyin King wears a full moon mask, so You haven’t seen his true appearance either… I’m really not the Taiyin King, you admit your mistake!”
Bao Luo's face darkened when he heard this: "Bao Luo will remember to repay King Tai Yin for saving his life back then... I didn't expect that when I meet King Tai Yin today, Bao Luo will repay kindness with hatred. No wonder King Tai Yin refuses to recognize me!"
"I...I'm really not the Taiyin King..." Wu Fan had said the same words countless times, and he was really dumbfounded.
"Bao Luo got it..." The executor's face became more solemn and he stood up.
Seeing that Bao Luo was no longer entangled, Wu Fan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but he just breathed out and coughed repeatedly due to Bao Luo's next words.
"Since the King of Taiyin is not the King of Taiyin, then Baoluo is no longer Baoluo!" As he said this, Baoluo pointed the flaming sword at himself. This was not a gesture of no longer entangled, he was clearly intending to kill himself to apologize!
Wu Fan already knew that Bao Bao and Wanxiang Market had the same origin. If Bao Bao was born here, how could Wanxiang Market survive? When the time comes, I will only become a sinner in the Vientiane Market, and being hunted down will be a trivial matter, and my name will be infamy for thousands of years!
"Stop!" Wu Fan had a headache thinking of this and hurriedly squeezed out these two words, "Isn't it enough that you are great? I am whatever you want to say, but you have to give me a reason!"
"Bao Luo knows that I will never admit my mistake! King Taiyin, you are finally willing to forgive Bao Luo!" Bao Luo's eyes suddenly burst into ecstasy, and then he beat his chest repeatedly: "Don't worry, King Taiyin, Bao Luo knows that you are a low-key person, so naturally you won't Your identity will be revealed to others!”
Wu Fan was speechless for a while when he heard this, thinking where is this all going? However, he also wished that Bao Bao would be more strict with his words, otherwise if today's words were spread to the ears of the real Taiyin King, his little life would be gone one day.
"Executor... ahem, that... includes, how on earth did you recognize my identity?" Since you have to pretend, just pretend to the end. After all, you are new to Vientiane Market, and it is always good to have a backer. , not to mention that the backing is so high.
"Of course it is..." At this point, Baoluo suddenly fell silent, thinking that if he truthfully told the truth that he recognized the appearance of Taiyin King from the palace master registration list of Qinggui King, the latter's attitude would definitely be much colder. !
So he changed his tone and laughed: "Of course it was the special aura of Taiyin King that attracted me!"
"Special aura?" Wu Fan was stunned, thinking that the Five Elements Cauldron was no longer in his body, and it was just a body that contained the soul. What aura could exist?
"Not bad!" Bao Luo naturally didn't know what Wu Fan was thinking, so he hurriedly explained: "Lord Taiyin King, please forgive Bao Luo for his reckless behavior! Bao Luo just wanted to confirm your identity, so I don't dare to have any doubts at this moment. !”
It turns out that Bao Luo doesn't completely trust the Green Ghost King, so he just popped up the red light to test Wu Fan. But just when he saw that the red light was about to hurt Wu Fan and was about to take back his hand, he didn't expect that this test would actually work. Only then did he finally believe that the Green Ghost King had not deceived him.
"So... that white light was really cast by me?" After hearing Bao Luo's explanation, Wu Fan not only didn't feel clear at all, but also got an even bigger headache. He had been in the underworld for a long time, so of course he wouldn't be able to feel anything strange if there was anything strange about him. However, although he was familiar with this white light, he couldn't even remember much of it.
"May I ask Lord Taiyin King, is this sudden visit for the auction?" Now that the identity of the person in front of him has been confirmed, Baoluo did not continue to pester him and asked cautiously.
"Auction? What auction?" Since there was no answer no matter how much he thought about it, Wu Fan simply put this doubt behind him and planned to think about it more clearly when he had time.
"Master Taiyin King doesn't know about this?" Bao Luo looked a little surprised. He counted the time with his fingers and stood up hurriedly, "Sir, this auction is about to begin. Let's talk as we walk. Bao Luo is on the way. Explain it to you!”
"That's fine..." Wu Fan nodded, and then hurriedly grabbed Bao Luo, "About my identity..."
"Don't worry, Lord Taiyin King, Bao Luo knows it well and will never expose your identity!" Bao Luo vowed.
"Of course I'm not worried about you, but... just to be on the safe side, we'd better practice it in advance!"
"As expected of the Taiyin King, he has thought so carefully!" Bao Luo exclaimed in admiration.
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Although Wu Fan said he was relieved, he was very nervous in his heart. After all, there was a mixed bag of good and bad people in this Wanxiang Market, and it would be terrible to be noticed by someone who was interested! Especially the old immortal next to him who speaks carelessly. If he finds out about this and lets it slip, it will be bad!
"When you go out later, just call me by my name Wu Fan, and I will still call you the Executor just like before..." Wu Fan said.
"I remember, Lord Wu Fan!" Bao Luo raised his flaming sword to the ground and said in a deep voice.
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"Boy Wu Fan! The old immortal is here!" Although the withered old immortal has had his blood energy sealed, his soul body is still strong! I saw him using all his strength to shout loudly, and then hit the door.
"Oops!" The opera ghost just said casually, but he didn't expect that the old immortal actually started to move. His whole body was numb and he exclaimed in surprise.
The black-armored soldiers were looking at the two people in the mansion, and they were equally shocked when they saw something strange happen. Unfortunately, it was too late for them to react, and they could only watch helplessly as the old immortal crashed into him.
But just as Lao Xian's body reached the door, he saw that the originally sealed door suddenly opened without warning. Then, a palm came out from inside and turned the old immortal's body in a circle, and saw him flying back again like before, rushing towards the gate of the mansion...
Since Wu Fan was brought into the room, Feng Qiao left the mansion without saying a word, preparing to find the Green Ghost King's help. However, after asking around, I found out that the Green Ghost King had already entered the auction house, so he ran towards it.
"Stop!" Ke Fengqiang had just reached the door when he was blocked by two other black-armored soldiers. "The auction house hasn't opened yet, so no one else can get close!"
"Two adults! I'm here to find someone!" Feng Pocket said hurriedly, worried that something might happen to Wu Fan.
The two black-armored soldiers looked at each other, then shook their heads and repeated: "The auction house hasn't opened yet, so no one else can get close!"
Feng Pocket was extremely anxious: "Then you two, please tell King Qinggui that Feng Pocket has something urgent to ask for!"
"Are you... the Feng Pocket?" One of the black-armored soldiers looked the person up and down and asked.
"That's right!" Although Feng Qiao was recognized for some reason, he still responded hurriedly.
"The Green Ghost King asked me to tell you that she has done what she can do, and what happens next has nothing to do with her!" The black-armored soldier said calmly.
"But..." Feng Qiao was unwilling to give up and wanted to say something else.
"The message has been brought, leave quickly!" But the black-armored soldier had a cold look on his face and shouted to drive him away.
Feng Pocket felt helpless, but continuing to entangle would only cause trouble, so he could only turn around and prepare to return to the executor's mansion to find a solution.
But as soon as it entered the gate of the mansion, it felt a strong wind blowing in its face, and it became nervous, thinking that something abnormal had happened. And when he saw clearly the ferocious appearance of the person coming, he hurriedly pushed out his belly and forcefully caught the evil wind.
"Old immortal, what are you doing?"
"I..." It was the old immortal who bumped into me. It looked up and saw Feng Pocket, and was slightly startled. "Feng Pocket? Why are you trying to stop me? Get out of the way!"
Hearing this, Feng Pocket hurriedly stepped aside and saw the old immortal rushing out the door in a hurry... But just a moment later, there was a soft cry from outside the door, and he saw the old immortal scratching his head and walking back.
"It's really weird. What's going on inside and outside this house?"
"Brother Wu Fan? That's great! Fortunately, you're okay!" Feng Pocket was about to speak, but he saw Wu Fan walking out of the room following the executor, and he also said in surprise.
The opera ghost was equally excited when he saw this. He leaned close to Wu Fan and whispered: "Master class leader! Is this executor trying to make things difficult for you?"
Wu Fan smiled when he heard this: "Don't worry, everyone, it was just a misunderstanding. I have explained it clearly to the executor and promised that it will not be the same again!"
"Hahaha, that's right! Brother Baoluo and Wufan hit it off right away. We don't know each other until we fight! Since you have nothing to do, how about you let me take you to the auction?"
"Very good, very good! Thank you so much, Mr. Executor!" Feng Pocket heard this and winked at Wu Fan.
Wu Fan didn't know how to speak at first, but Feng Pocket's words saved him from wasting his breath, and he nodded lightly: "Thank you, Mr. Executor, for your kindness."
"What's going on with you guys?" The old immortal was still confused and couldn't figure it out. When he turned around, he saw that everyone here was kind-looking and like a family, but he seemed to be very unsociable.
"Everyone! The Vientiane Market is about to open. Let's chat slowly on the road." At this time, Bao Bao no longer had any dignity on his body. He was like a guide, very friendly.
"Brother Wu Fan, the opportunity to enter this auction house is hard-won!" Feng Pocket took advantage of the executor and a few black-armored soldiers to give instructions, and whispered in Wu Fan's ear, "Oh! Although we have I don’t have much money, but the opportunity to feast my eyes on this is not in vain!”
Wu Fan laughed and said lightly: "Thank you Feng Pocket for reminding me, I will cherish it!"
At this time, Bao Luo had finished his explanation, and left the mansion with a group of people, walking on the road to the Vientiane Market...
