The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 1101: Thank you for giving me seven days of wonderful memories

Chapter 1101: Chapter 1101: Thank you for giving me seven days of wonderful memories

Xu Yourong smiled and said, "What’s wrong with thinking that? Aren’t we together right now?"

"Yes, we are together now." Ning Fan muttered to himself, then a smile spread across his face again as he picked up some vegetables with his chopsticks, "Come on, eat up."

"Thank you, my dear." Xu Yourong’s face revealed a blissful smile.

Everyone enjoyed the banquet that evening, and the air was filled with the aroma of joy and happiness.

The next day, Ning Fan rose early and suddenly suggested that the whole family should go on a trip together.

Xu Yourong, Ning Potian, and the others naturally had no objections, and the family left River City to travel around the world.

During this process, Ning Fan acted as if he had completely forgotten his past experiences.

He tried to explain his situation to Ning Potian, but Ning Potian told him that it might be the result of old injuries.

"You were actually very seriously injured in Kunlun, more seriously than you imagine."

"Your cultivation has already surpassed mine, but from my experience, perhaps it is an old injury flaring up, causing you to lose your memories of the past ten years."

"So you would feel like you were in Kunlun one second, and the next second, you appeared here."

In the end, he patted Ning Fan on the shoulder, "Don’t worry, son, we are the strongest in the world right now. Even if you’ve lost ten years of memories, no one can pose a threat to us."

Ning Fan just smiled and did not continue to discuss the issue.

Seven days flew by in the blink of an eye.

Ning Fan took the three of them back to River City, and as soon as they returned to the villa, thick black mist began to cover the sky.

From the pitch-black clouds, a figure solidified, and a wild laugh echoed.

"Ha ha ha! I have finally succeeded! Ning Potian, Ning Fan, today is the day you die!"

Shuang’er, covered in blood, rushed out of the villa and screamed upon seeing Ning Fan, "Master, save me! Save me!"

The next moment, a black mist thundered down from the sky and slammed hard onto Shuang’er.

Shuang’er was instantly thrust into the ground, almost completely embedded in it, spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

She looked at Ning Fan despairingly, her eyes filled with resentment, "Master... why won’t you save me?"

The Man in the Black Mist landed from midair, exuding a powerful aura, his terrifying pressure almost enveloping the entire River City.

Huo Erba, with all limbs broken, was held limply in his grasp, barely clinging to life.

"Master... save me..."

The weak plea for help came from the mouth of the burly man.

Seeing this, Ning Potian became furious, and a robust Spiritual Power surged within him, "Insolence! As long as I, Ning Potian, am here, it’s not your turn to run rampant!"

Su Qingcheng and the beautiful woman also let out low growls, rushing to face The Man in the Black Mist together.

However, the strength of The Man in the Black Mist was far beyond them.

In just a few moves, the three of them suffered severe injuries, under the feet of The Man in the Black Mist.

"My dear... please save me..."

"Son, come save us quickly..."

"Son, do you want to see us die?"

"Master, why won’t you save us..."

The pleas for help from everyone interwove, like soul-snatching melodies echoing continuously in his ears.

From beginning to end, Ning Fan simply watched all this unfold indifferently, with no reaction.

"Ning Fan, you never expected this day to come, did you? Your family, your friends, they are all going to die before your eyes. What are you thinking right now?"

The Man in the Black Mist let out a sinister laugh, his voice filled with endless malice and resentment.

Ning Fan just tilted his head and asked indifferently, "Since you are here for vengeance, why not just attack me directly?"

The Man in the Black Mist was taken aback, his voice growing even more sinister, "I want to torment you, I want you to watch your friends and family die before your eyes!"

"Is that so? What do you want to do then?"

The Man in the Black Mist felt something was off, but still bellowed loudly, "Kneel before me at once, sever your meridians, and then break your own limbs, or before your eyes, I will tear them to pieces!"

He expected Ning Fan to panic, but instead, Ning Fan suddenly bowed to him.

"Actually, I am still very thankful to you, thanks for giving me seven days of wonderful memories."

"If your tricks weren’t so clumsy, I might have really believed them."

Upon hearing this, The Man in the Black Mist fell into silence.

Ning Potian and the others, who had been desperately calling out in bitterness, also abruptly stopped their actions, staring intently at Ning Fan.

After a while, The Man in the Black Mist asked gloomily, "How did you realize?"

"These things, they must have been created based on the images in my memory," Ning Fan pointed at the images of his family and friends, "Which is why even my spiritual power couldn’t detect the truth from the false. But you only found their images and failed to grasp their true characters."

"If it were my father, my mother, or Yourong, facing an unbeatable foe, they would choose to fight to the death."

"And not like the fakes in your illusion who, when faced with death and failed rescue, curse at me with resentment."

With the sound of his voice, a fine crack suddenly appeared in the air.