To be precise, the Oiran Pavilion Master is not Zhao Fan's love rival. After all, there is no male-female relationship between Zhao Fan and Shi Qi. However, the Oiran Pavilion Master does not know the facts, so in his mind, Zhao Fan is him.

His love rival was the only one who completely defeated him emotionally...

When the Master of the Oiran Pavilion opened the "Wind and Cloud Book" handed over by his subordinates before he came, he was immediately stunned when he saw the word Zhao Fan. In addition, the opponent was unknown in the past but suddenly appeared and exploded with combat power comparable to the fifth level.

, he vaguely guessed that the human youth was none other than Zhao Fan, the seventeenth-year-old who was determined to do so!

Therefore, his goal is not to use sahua boots or the famous sword Blood Cotton.

In order to see what kind of man could make Shi Qi die, and fearing that he would be killed by powerful men from all sides before he could see him, the head of the Oiran Pavilion contacted Yuetian Pavilion and poured a lot of resources into it, alone there.

Bian opened the teleportation array.

As a result, when they arrived at the royal city of Yu Ling Kingdom, the scene in front of them was far beyond the expectations of the Oiran Pavilion Master.

It was calm, without any sign of the aftermath of the war...

But before the Oiran Pavilion Master appeared, he was hiding in the void. He secretly observed the human youth. Except for his appearance, he couldn't see anything else. He looked like an extremely ordinary human being, and his vitality was only twenty years old!

The Oiran Pavilion Master released his power and conducted a test. The human youth started to become slightly nervous, but soon returned to his original calmness, as if he was not afraid of him at all.

A common problem among men is that when they have a love rival, they want to compete with them in every aspect. If they succeed, they will feel a sense of accomplishment. If they fail to compete, they will feel frustrated and unable to recover.

The Oiran Pavilion Master was not like this. He took the initiative to ask for a tea seat and took out the exclusively brewed wine. His posture was as if he was reminiscing with a friend. There was no smell of gunpowder, even if it was a secret contest.

"Master Oiran Pavilion, I don't know what to call you?" Zhao Fan took a sip of wine and put down the glass without being humble or overbearing.

"name……"

The head of the Oiran Pavilion showed a thoughtful expression, and after a while, he said: "It should be called Ye Xuan."

"should?"

Zhao Fan didn't know why.

"If I remember correctly, this was the name of my first life." The Oiran Pavilion Master took a sip of wine, obviously not wanting to continue this topic.

Zhao Fan was too sensible to ask any more questions. He said in a solemn voice: "When did Shiqi meet you, and when did he leave? Where did he go?"

"As a love rival, do you think I would tell you this?" The Oiran Pavilion Master looked at him lightly.

"Oh well."

After Zhao Fan drank the wine in one gulp, he placed the glass on the armrest, "However, I am still grateful to you."

"Thank me?" The Oiran Pavilion Master pointed to his face that was as beautiful as unparalleled jade, "It seems that I didn't help you with anything."

Zhao Fan smiled mysteriously, but did not continue, because... he is not dead yet, he is a living soul from the human world. This is a secret and must not be known to anyone except himself.

"Aren't you worried that I will kill you?" The Oiran Pavilion Master suddenly raised his eyebrows.

Zhao Fan shook his head and said: "If you came here to kill me, you wouldn't drink with me like you do now."

"Who in the world doesn't know that I, the Oiran Pavilion Master, am moody. Maybe one moment I am drinking and chatting happily, and the next moment my heart will be pierced by my fingertips." The Oiran Pavilion Master's voice became colder, and his eyes seemed to be threatening, staring straight at him.

The other person's calm eyes.

"casual."

Zhao Fan filled the glass again, raised the glass and shook it, and said confidently: "I am weaker than you, but you can't kill me."

The Oiran Pavilion Master continued to stare into the other person's eyes without saying a word. After more than ten breaths, he was still as calm and calm as ever.

"hehe."

The Oiran Pavilion Master withdrew his gaze and suddenly smiled, "When I secretly observed you, I originally thought that Qi Qi either had poor eyesight or was deceived by you. How could a person with an ordinary appearance and unknown means of hiding it be able to compete with you?

Fuck me? Now it seems that I should apologize for my assumptions."

"Secretly..." Zhao Fan felt very unhappy and said, "It's just a low profile."

"Low-key?"

The Master of the Oiran Pavilion flipped his palm, and a folding fan appeared. He opened it like a habit, and while fanning it, he said: "With all due respect, only those who are not strong enough will keep a low profile, because they are afraid that when they raise their heads, they will find something."

A being more powerful than myself."

After the words fell, he didn't wait for Zhao Fan to speak, and then said sharply: "As for your true realm, I don't think it is the fifth level, so I simply cover it up so that the emperors of all dynasties and the leaders of powerful ethnic groups cannot touch it.

If it is revealed, they will have scruples."

Although Zhao Fan was exposed in person, he felt admiration in his heart. His words and deeds were full of strong self-confidence. Not only that, but his posture was also annoying. In other words, there was a very strong

Charming spirit, this kind of thing has long been integrated into the bone marrow, and it will never be deliberately pretended...

Besides, if you don't get seventeen, you won't destroy yourself because of it.

"Here, let me offer you another drink." Zhao Fan used his soul power to control the wine jar and fill up the wine glass for the Oiran Pavilion Master.

"Thank you."

The Oiran Pavilion Master nodded slightly.

"I have an unmerciful request." Zhao Fan said solemnly: "In the Oiran Pavilion, all women are from the so-called lower races, especially the human race..."

"accurate?"

The head of the Oiran Pavilion did not mean to explain anything. Instead, he smiled provocatively and said: "I am not a good person who helps the world and saves people. My family is too big to support tens of thousands of idle people. If you think that the Oiran Pavilion recruits human women

If it's not appropriate, I will give Shi Qi some face and I can tear up those bonds of betrayal at any time, and their fate will have nothing to do with me anymore."

Zhao Fan was startled when he heard this and fell into deep thought.

In the underworld, there is a clear distinction between races. Women from lower races, including humans, especially the pretty ones, if they really regain their freedom, have no ethnic background, and no strong people to rely on, wouldn't they end up in a haphazard manner?

Bullying?

On the contrary, by staying in the non-killable Oiran Pavilion, at least life safety is guaranteed, and welfare and training resources will be distributed...

Zhao Fan suddenly realized that if he wanted to change all this, he should not target the Oiran Pavilion alone to treat the symptoms rather than the root cause, but the entire underworld environment.

If the human race rises and can walk openly in any dynasty, any country, and any prefecture like the current advanced races, and no longer has to worry about being bullied, then it will really help them!

Zhao Fan sighed and said: "I'm not as good as you."

"Although these four words sound very comfortable to me." The Oiran Pavilion Master said with a smile: "But does this mean that I am resigned to being the inferior? I hope that the man Shi Qi chooses is stronger than me."

"Misunderstanding."

Zhao Fan stood up and said: "It is not difficult to admit that others are worse than yourself. Just because I am inferior for a moment does not mean that I will be inferior for the rest of my life."

"Sure, I'll wait for you."

The head of the Oiran Pavilion asked seriously: "One year? Two years? Five years, or ten years?"

"It's too childish to set a deadline." Zhao Fan said calmly: "Next time, when the human race rises because of me, it will be the day when I go to the Oiran Pavilion to have a drink with you for the second time."

"Yeah?"

The Oiran Pavilion Master directly grabbed the wine jar and poured the last few drops into his mouth, then said: "Then I'm looking forward to it, do you want to bet on something?"

"Um……"

Zhao Fan pointed at the other party, "I want your Oiran Pavilion."

"Okay." The Oiran Pavilion Master said nonchalantly: "What do you give me? Seventeen's heart?"

"It's childish to bet on women." Zhao Fan shrugged.

"So I didn't take action against you this time." The Oiran Pavilion Master said with some regret: "So what if I kill you, her heart will still not belong to me. Maybe, she won't even be a confidant, or even turn against her.

, not worth it, not worth it..."

Zhao Fan smiled unkindly, "It's good to know, but every time I think about the fact that my business is spread all over the underworld, and the oiran pavilion master who is a god of the underworld is still losing in the competition for women with a little-known minion like myself.

It was quite thorough, and I felt very happy.”

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Chapter completed!