Ninety-third bowl of soup (15)

Seeing the figure on the heavy elevator door, Meng Xingzhen and Qinghuan looked at each other for three seconds before opening the door hurriedly, but it was not someone else who hit him, it was Meng Xinghua, the master of Meng Xingzhen. She had been scarred long ago, and she vomited blood after seeing Meng Xing's pillow.

"Master! Master!" Meng Xingzhen groaned and helped Meng Xinghua from the ground. He took out a small bottle and poured out two pills to feed it: "Master, eat it." Because of the great grief, his hands are still there. Trembling.

Meng Xingzhen said to Qinghuan that his master specializes in alchemy and medicine. If you want to ask what kind of medicine, what effect is and what is the effect, she can do it at her fingertips, but she won’t be able to fight. There are specializations. To put it bluntly, their masters and apprentices are the backing of other teachers. In the game, they are called nurses, who are responsible for supplying treatment assistance. They have never done it with real guns. However, this time the enemy is different. It is the knot of the previous generation. If they can't have a break in their hands, they will have no face to meet the elders of the division in the future.

"Feng Ran! You beast! I can't spare you for hurting my junior sister!"

Seeing Meng Xinghua's injury, everyone else was very angry, especially Meng Daxian. The feelings between their brothers and sisters are very good, but it must be discussed in depth, Meng Xinghua can be said to be more important than his life. Over the years, he has been wandering around, and if he hadn't taken care of him and helped him, he would have fallen into the stinking ditch for a long time. Back then, he was separated from his beloved, if it wasn't for the younger sister to wake him up in time, I am afraid Meng Daxian would have abandoned himself.

Everyone was waiting, only Qinghuan stood aside and looked at the man surrounded by the crowd.

He looks...too young, as if he were a generation from Meng Xingzhen. But Meng Daxian said that this Feng Ran was a big disciple received by the previous master master, who was older than any of their brothers, and was the first to get started. In any case, he shouldn't be in his twenties. Meng Daxian has passed this year, and Feng Ran should be around fifty, but he looks really very, very young, even smaller than Meng Xingzhen.

How is this going?

"If I remember correctly, the name my master gave me back then was Feng Xingran. You orphans are all named Meng. Although I am not Meng, I am also a disciple of Meng Po's lineage." Feng Ran smiled lightly. , He has a pair of beautiful peach eyes, and when he laughs, he is full of evil spirits, which is very beautiful.

"You have already been expelled from the teacher's gate, and you are not qualified to use the star character! Today you'd better hand over the teacher's treasure, otherwise I will never forgive you!"

"Spare me?" Feng Ran smiled disdainfully. "Look at the virtues of you people, does the master want you to pass on the line of Meng Po? I recite the mentality of the line of Meng Po, and I practice the kung fu of the line of Meng Po. It is also the Taoism of Po Meng's line, I am even your big brother! Why am I being expelled from the teacher? This generation is the biggest, I have the final say, I am the real master, you say you want Drive me out of the teacher's door? What kind of thing are you?"

With a wave of his hand, a yellow talisman flew out and nailed Meng Daxian to the wall. Then Feng Ran chuckled, "After I left, did the master give up on himself? Take a trash apprentice like you? You are not as good as me. I am talented, and I have reached a height that you can't match in this life. What kind of prestige are you playing in front of me? Even the master is not as good as me, let alone you?"

After speaking, he smiled mysteriously: "I'm afraid you don't know it? That secret."

"Uncle Feng."

It's Wu Fan!

He walked up to Feng Ran with a smile, and smiled mockingly at the injured people: "I advise you to give up early and admit your mistake to Uncle Feng. Maybe he can still play on the Internet and save you a dog."

"You--" Meng Xingzhen clenched his fists angrily, but was grabbed by Meng Xinghua. She was covered in blood, but she shook his head to make him stop impulsive.

They are careless. Even with complete preparations, I didn't expect all of this to be reckoned with Feng Ran. How dare this person abuse the astrological technique like this! Today, they are afraid that they will all explain here. They didn’t let Meng Xingzhu come, thinking that in case of an accident, at least one person would be left in the division, because in Meng Xingzhen’s generation, he is the youngest. , Is also the most promising.

But now, is it true that heaven is going to kill me?

"You, you, you are really stupid for decades." Feng Ran sighed. From the beginning to the end, he didn't care about others. These seniors, brothers and sisters who had been with him day and night were nothing in his mind. Feelings will become weak if they are possessed. How can he allow himself to become that way? "Go to death with peace of mind. Don’t worry, Po Meng’s line will not be extinct. I will carry it forward. After all, this name is still very useful. If Master is still alive, I really want him to take a look. I’m better, or you’re better. Brother, do you know? I pretended to admit my mistakes and repent and made Master feel weak. His man, the greatest weakness in his life is compassion. As a result, he died in my hands. You Do you know what he said to me? He said that one day you will kill me. This is the result of his calculation."

"Hahahahahahaha — ridiculous or ridiculous? Obviously I killed you today!"

Feng Ran had already controlled everyone with a spell. He turned a blind eye to Qinghuan, who was not threatening at all. He just sighed: "Where does the little girl come from, she looks so beautiful. Such a beautiful appearance shouldn't age. So, when I finish cooking these scumbags, I will take good care of you."

Qing Huan asked: "How old are you this year?"

Feng Ran said, "The little girl's family, what do you do with this kind of question?"

"Even if there is a skill to show up, it can't be the case. Those victims who were killed by Wu Fan, those children's lifespan... You took it away?"

Feng Ran exclaimed: "You are smarter than my useless junior. Yes, all of this is deliberately designed by me. My junior has chased me for so many years, and I am also annoyed. Either he died or I died. I didn't want to die, so I had to let him die."

Wu Fan was a little nervous: "Uncle Feng..."

"Don't be afraid." Feng Ran said softly. "They're going to die, so they have to be a ghost, don't they?"

Then he sat on the sofa and played with a yellow symbol in his hand at random: "Xiao Fan, this child likes children, so I made a few for him to play with. But for the parents of these children, the birthday characters are a bit special, and My parents are the same, so, their fate is similar to mine. Take away at a specific time, and I can absorb their lifespan as my own. After that, I just need to print the Higan Flower on their Heavenly Spirit cover. Mark, my junior brother who is not growing up will stare at me like a fly that has seen honey--he, I am also very troubled."

Wu Fan frowned, and Feng Ran soothed: "Don't worry, in my domain, any monitoring and eavesdropping equipment will fail. What's more, as you know, no evidence will be discovered."

"But you gave us proof, that box." Qing Huan said. "Wu Fan uses plastic bags. Why do you use that box? Didn't you give us a chance to find Wu Fan?"

Meng Xingzhen gritted his teeth and said: "Wu Fan, do you know that you are seeking skin with a tiger? He will kill you!"

"Fart! How could Uncle Feng kill me! He is my mother's lover!"

what?

Feng Ran blinked at Meng Daxian, "Guess what Wu Fan's mother's name is?"

Meng Daxian's eyes widened suddenly.

Qinghuan remembered Meng Daxian’s undeserved lover and the woman he saw in the Wu’s villa that day—this could explain why Feng Ran used the suitcase as a clue to let them find Wu Fan, because Wu Fan is Meng. Daxian lover's son, everything he did was to torture Meng Daxian!

That woman is very gentle and kind, if her son is found to be a perverted serial murderer——

"Uncle Feng?"

"It's okay, you don't need to care. How could Uncle Feng take care of you so much, how could it hurt you?" Feng Ran sighed, "Actually, I don't have to kill you, but you don't want to listen to my hunger and do things for me. I can’t let you live. Brother, Master died so early, although I stabbed him with the knife, but it is also fate. Since ancient times, we Meng Po inherited astrology and gossip, and they will not live long. This spy Heaven’s secret, it’s a short-lived price. I want this power, but I don’t want to die, so... don’t you be impressed? You know, there are gods in this world."

Qing Huan wanted to laugh: "Do you want to be a fairy?"

Feng Ran admitted shamelessly: "Not bad."

She suppressed herself not to laugh out loud: "The world of immortals has been blocked, and the immortals inside have become a bunch of rotten bones. If you want to become an immortal, you must have the ability to go to heaven."

There are still people who want to go to such a place.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Feng Ran was actually angry. He has not been angry, but was upset by Qing Huan's words. "What do kids know? This is what my master accidentally revealed when he was drunk. Could he still lie to me?"

Qing Huan: "..." So the death of your two masters originated from a drunken remark, but if you take it seriously, you want to kill the master? Because Po Meng's line complies with the destiny and does not cultivate immortality?

Very good and perfect.

"Okay, my apprentice, after talking so much nonsense, the reason why you are alive now is for you to tell me the inheritance that the master gave to you." Then, what is the inheritance that will be told to the apprentice only before dying?

Feng Ran has always regretted it all the time. He should cover it up a little bit to prevent his master from discovering the clues. In this way, perhaps he would know what the final inheritance was. But, what a pity, the master looked tough at the time, he couldn't pretend to be a grandson for a lifetime.