Facing Lu Zixun, who was not kind to come, Xia Fan didn't mind having some fun for himself.

Not long.

Du Feng led Lu Zixun into Xia Fan's room with a gloomy expression, but Xia Fan was sitting in his seat on the ground, too lazy to get up to greet him.

"Zang Tao! I need you to give me an explanation."

When Lu Zixun came up, he spoke and questioned him sternly, without even beating around the bush with Xia Fan.

"Explanation? What explanation?"

Xia Fan lazily took out his ears, without even looking at Lu Zixun.

"My nephew was seriously injured last night, and he might even miss the Holy Gate assessment. But I heard that Deacon Zang not only did not severely punish the murderer who hurt my nephew, but also let her go!"

Lu Zixun stared at Xia Fandao coldly.

"It is common for children to compete in martial arts. This time, I can only say that my nephew is not as good as others and I am not very lucky."

Xia Fan said lightly.

"But why did I hear that the murderer and my nephew were not competing with each other, but the murderer suddenly started a raid and unilaterally intentionally hurt my nephew!"

Lu Zixun gritted his teeth and said with murderous intent.

"Oh? What you heard? Why don't you call that person over and confront me?"

Xia Fan suddenly turned his head and looked at Lu Zixun with a smile.

Lu Zixun glanced at Du Feng who had not retreated, but Du Feng kept his head down and remained silent.

"Zang Tao! You are very good! I, Lu Zixun, remember you!"

This moment.
Chapter completed!