Five Hundred and Seventy: The Prodigal Son Feng Zhen (3)

[Yan Ri'an]: Hahahahaha - fighting against the five scumbags, I feel like Zhang Ping was hurt. The anchor's words dealt a critical hit.

[Sophie Tangtang]: Ahem, cough, cough, although I also want to laugh, but Zhang Ping probably doesn’t understand what Zhan Wu Zha means, right?

[Vegetarian Numbers]: I hope you don’t understand. If you do, you’ll be sad. Having said that, in front of the anchor, who is not a scumbag?

[Laughing for three days]: Hahaha, slap the table, old man upstairs, your words are so heartbreaking.

Zhang Ping had a sly smile on his face, but his martial arts skills were indeed not good. He had no problem dealing with ordinary people, but if he encountered such a ruthless character who was difficult to deal with, he, a salty fish, could only lie on the ground and shout 666 to his lord. Sit back and watch the master pick N.

"Lord, why is the other party following us?"

Zhang Ping never discovered the man's whereabouts. In addition to being too focused on his work, another reason was that he couldn't feel the other person's malice.

Jiang Pengji said, "I don't know either, but he is indeed an interesting person."

Zhang Ping was surprised and saw a hint of interest on his lord's face. He was a little more curious about the "guest" he had never met before.

The other person coughed for a long time and finally calmed down, but Jiang Pengji knew that the person was still next door, enjoying his lunch leisurely.

Her appetite is much greater than that of a normal man, and she eats several times more food at each meal.

Zhang Ping was always surprised. His heroine was not strong, so where did she put all the food?

After eating and drinking, a conversation between the waiter and a strange man came from outside the dining room.

Jiang Pengji said, "Let him come in."

After a while, the curtain of the dining room was lifted, and a man wearing old gray clothes walked in.

The other party was about twenty-seven or seventy-eight years old, with a thin figure. The loose and old clothes on his body made him look even thinner.

There is not much flesh on the cheeks, the chin is slightly pointed, a pair of thin lips are abnormally light green, and the face is paler than ordinary people.

If this man hadn't had a clean face and a temperament that suggested he had a tutor, he might have been regarded as an old gangster addicted to drinking and sex.

When this person appeared, the audience in the live broadcast room became enthusiastic and active.

[Working hard to save the manuscript]: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh--this person has a really good image, he has the feeling of a sickly and libertine, and is so decadent and beautiful!

[Dongfang Yaoye]: Anchor, are you going to attract all kinds of beautiful men and summon the dragon? Elegant person, wife Wei Zixiao, gentle and dignified Feng Huaiyu, silly and cute Li Hanmei, silly foodie Yang Jingrong, virtuous and nagging Xu Xiaoyu, mature and gloomy Qi Guanwenzheng... Wow! Now here comes another unknown young man who looks good, sickly and dissolute... This live broadcast room is so good-looking.

[Tang Xiaoya is also me]: Hahaha, there is nothing wrong with these descriptions, but what the hell is Yang Jingrong, a foodie, stupid? Be careful about Yang Si coming to talk to you in the middle of the night. The description of Wei Ci beauty is clearly that she thinks too much about evil and is good at using poisonous tricks.

[It’s so cool to cultivate immortality]: If the male god Yang Si really settles accounts in the middle of the night, remember to inform him to come to my baby’s bed, the bed will be warmed.

Jiang Pengji glanced at the person who came, but he didn't notice him at all. She shamelessly found a seat close to Jiang Pengji and sat down.

She said quickly, "If I don't want to die young and have no one to take care of my orphans, I'd better stop taking Hanshi Powder."

The man looked at Jiang Pengji, and Zhang Ping also looked at the strange man in surprise.

"You have been taking Hanshi Powder for at least four years. If you continue like this, you should report to the Lord of Hell. You have been taking Hanshi Powder recently, and the intervals have become shorter and shorter. If you don't make up your mind to quit, you will consider your death. Which grave should you bury? If you have a headache and can't buy Hanshi Powder, do you think you have the willpower not to ask for help?" She asked with a natural look, "I can tell you. You’re quite proud, and you probably don’t want others to see your most embarrassing side.”

The young man could still have a disdainful smile, but the more he listened, the worse his face became. There was a stern look in his eyes, and Zhang Ping was confused after hearing this.

Jiang Pengji thought to herself, "Forget it, I think you are not suitable."

The young man was surprised, but he didn't say anything. The dissatisfaction and anger in his heart soared even more.

"What do you mean by that?"

Jiang Pengji said rudely, "Although you didn't say anything, when you came in, I knew everything. You observed me and Xiheng all the way, do you really think I was unconscious? I think you are probably Zixiao's I believe in recruiting talents to see if I am suitable... However, a wise man can choose a master, and a master can also choose a good man. When you came in, I felt that you were not suitable."

Zhang Ping was stunned and really wanted to step forward and cover his lord's mouth.

If the young man was really introduced by Wei Ci, he must be a great talent.

My lord cannot seek death like this!

Seeing Zhang Ping's troubled expression, the young man felt a little better and still spoke harshly.

"Is such a fool the master that Wei Zixiao likes?"

He was ridiculed without understanding, which made him extremely unhappy.

"There are a lot of talents in the world, and there is no shortage of people who want to cause trouble and seek death. How many years can you serve me?" Jiang Pengji sneered back with the same meanness, "Remember carefully, when you took the drug twice before and after, how could your brain be able to do it?" How long have you been awake?”

A clear mind is a necessary condition for a counselor. The young man is addicted to taking the powder, and Jiang Pengji really doesn't dare to use it casually.

Talents are talents, but not all talents can be used.

The young man was silent for a moment, carefully recalling Jiang Pengji's previous words, and then realized that she was not innocent.

"Did Zixiao tell you?"

He has been taking Hanshi powder for a few years, but his social circle is very small, so Liu Xi would not know unless Wei Ci said something.

Jiang Pengji said honestly, "No, Zixiao didn't say anything, and he didn't even tell me who he wrote to."

The young man was quite interested in making things difficult, "I think I have the ability to help the world, and you can drive me away just like that. Aren't you afraid that I will hold a grudge? Although Fengyi County is one of the few rich places in the north, the terrain is not good and it is easy to attack but difficult to defend. If you are determined to take revenge, I am not incapable of it."

Jiang Pengji didn't even raise his eyelids and mocked back, "Continue to take the powder. If you can live to that age, I will lose."

The corner of the young man's mouth twitched, and he almost couldn't help it.

There are people in this world who are more mean than him?

Zhang Ping was afraid that the young man would leave in anger, but the young man did not leave in anger, and even mocked his master with each other, and every word was mean.

It felt like they had met a worthy opponent.

The talents of this era... he really couldn't understand.

The audience in the live broadcast room also couldn't understand.

The previous Yang Si, the current Feng Zhen, do they all have masochism?

If they were counselors, they would have slammed the table and left long ago when they met a host like the anchor who was rude and had a bad temper.

The young man's surname was Feng Zhen, his courtesy name was Zishi, and he was from Anshan County, Zhangzhou.

Feng Zhen frowned, still not taking it seriously, "...Hanshi Powder... is it really that harmful?"