The macho man Zheng Xiu chuckled: "You don't need to see anyone outside, I'm Zheng Shan, Zheng Shan, Zheng Haoran's Zheng, the kindness of the great good man. If you don't dislike it, you can call me Brother Zheng. By the way." Zheng Shan pointed specifically.

With a stunned look on his face, he looked like a man in a dream, and said with a smile: "You have to call me Uncle Zheng."

After a brief introduction, they became acquaintances. Zheng Xiu explained to Yue Yan in a few words that he had an encounter with Xiao Feng Bei twenty years ago. Yue Yan suddenly realized that it was no wonder that the three-stringed Feng Bei would respect Zheng Shan so much. It turned out to be

Characters from twenty years ago.

But why does this man look more and more like Mr. Zheng?

Didn’t the Zheng family always have a single inheritance? Where did the late General Zheng have a younger brother?

There were many doubts in her heart, but Yue Yan quickly relieved her worries, because Feng Bei only said one sentence, describing Zheng Shan's strength from the side: Twenty years ago, he was able to walk out of the darkness unharmed.

In this way, Yue Yan and Dou Xie secretly labeled Senior Zheng Shan as a "hidden master".

Laying out the map, Feng Bei pointed out the fastest route to Shuzhou.

Abandoning the carriage and galloping on horseback can reach Shuzhou the fastest.

But it is well known that Fengbei cannot ride a horse. As soon as Yueyan raised this matter, Fengbei looked at Zheng Shan: "It doesn't matter, I'll ride on Brother Zheng's horse."

Yueyan was shocked again.

What does Fengbei mean?

Do you want to send Zheng Shan away with your own hands?

"Is it okay? Brother Zheng." Feng Bei looked at Zheng Shan, pulled up his black hair that was blown by the snow wind, and looked back at Zheng Shan. There was a trace of deep expectation hidden in his calm eyes.

Zheng Xiu murmured in his heart.

He always had the feeling that there was something in Feng Bei's words.

Zheng Xiu is still not sure whether he can bear Feng Bei's bad luck, or whether holding Feng Bei's hand 20 years ago was safe and sound. It was a coincidence or an accident. But the atmosphere has heated up to this point.

The macho man laughed loudly: "Hahaha! Of course!"

Turning over and riding on the horse, the macho man stretched out his broad palm towards Feng Bei: "Come."

Feng Bei carefully stretched out his hand.

A little bit, inch by inch.

Feng Bei's movements were very slow, and it could be seen that Feng Bei was feeling a little uneasy at the moment.

She didn't dare.

She is afraid.

Even she herself was not sure whether Zheng Shan could bear the "bad luck" she was carrying.

Or maybe the contact twenty years ago was just an accident?

But Zheng Shan's smile gave Feng Bei great confidence.

Yue Yan and Dou Xie's eyes grew bigger and bigger, as if they were looking at two monsters.

Snapped.

The hands of Feng Bei and the macho man were clasped once again after twenty years, as if they had transcended time and space.

Plop.
Chapter completed!