"I... I didn't mean it!"
Dong Xiaodao slid to the ground against the wall, tears streaming out, and the three guys next to him stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, each with a regretful expression, as if bidding farewell to the remains.
Not far away, Snake and Mike were tied up with sheets and leaned against the wall. Seeing this scene, they couldn't stop laughing.
"That kid is over, let the lady turn around and have him a good fruit!" Snake sneered while laughing.
Mike answered with the same mocking: "You don't have to wait for the lady to pass the door. The door rules of the dark night gate are extremely strict. If you fight with our Profound Soul Sect, he will catch it soon!"
"Hahaha..." The two had another long laugh.
Dong Xiaodao felt even more uncomfortable, crying all over, and simply lay on the ground, looking like he was dead.
However, not long after Snake and Mike laughed, they stopped laughing together.
"Miss can't pass the door!"
"Miss can't marry Zhang Feng!"
After the two shouted, they looked at each other with complaining eyes, complaining that the other party had said something wrong, and then they almost fought. They were tied up and couldn't move their hands.
At this time, Zhang Feng's voice came from the next room, making their farce come to an abrupt end.
"What are you doing, it's so noisy!"
In the room, Zhang Feng, who was lying in the middle of the room, opened his eyes, his eyes still sharp, but contrasted with the wrinkled face of an old man in his sixties and seventies, it seemed that there was a huge gap, which made people look at Uncomfortable.
"Husband, you wake up, do you want to drink water?" Ye Qingxuan directly ignored Chang Wenxin, squatted by the bed, squeezed out a smile, so that Zhang Feng could see the most beautiful self.
Zhang Feng smiled and wanted to get up, only to find that his arm didn't have any strength at all. He tried to run the true energy. The true energy that had filled every corner of his body became limp, and there was nothing left.
"I... Bring the mirror!" Zhang Feng said solemnly.
Upon hearing this, Ye Qingxuan cried again, lowering her head to prevent Zhang Feng from seeing it.
Chang Wenxin walked over to the bed and sat down, looked at Zhang Feng, curled his lips and said, "A bad old man, look in the mirror."
Zhang Fengqiang sat up, frowned and asked, "Am I very old?"
"Well, I'm 70 years old, this lady followed you, it's a fall
After eight lifetimes of mold, you still don't want to marry me. I will return to the United States tomorrow. "Chang Wenxin looked disdainful, but still betrayed her with worried eyes.
Zhang Feng closed his eyes and thought for a while, then looked up at Ding Xiaoshan: "Go get the mirror!"
Ding Xiaoshan didn't dare to disobey Zhang Feng's order, and he was busy looking for the mirror. Finally, he took down the big mirror in the bathroom and moved it over and put it at the foot of the bed.
In the mirror, an old man sits on his chest, his skin is full of wrinkles, his complexion is gray, and even faint age spots appear on his forehead...
"Sure enough, the consequences of overdraft of vitality are getting more and more serious. It seems that my time is running out." Zhang Feng shook his head and reached out to pat Ye Qingxuan's shoulder.
"Husband, I won't go, you are dead, I will be with you, let's be company on Huangquan Road, in the next life, and be a husband and wife!" Ye Qingxuan worked hard to smile, sat on the bedside, and hugged Zhang Feng's waist.
"Fool, fool." Zhang Feng sighed, shaking his head, and decided not to persuade him.
There is a woman who is willing to accompany her to death, this life is worth it.
"Sect Master, there is still a way, right?" Ding Xiaoshan's eyes were red, and his voice trembled.
Zhang Feng looked at him and smiled indifferently: "Unless you can find a way to restore vitality, otherwise, I'm dead, you go get paper and pen, I want to make a will, in addition, you use your mobile phone to shoot a video!"
"Sect Master, no!" Ding Xiaoshan yelled anxiously.
"Go!" Zhang Feng growled in an unquestionable tone.
Ding Xiaoshan reluctantly put down the mirror, went to the hotel guestbook and pen next to the TV cabinet, took it and placed it in front of Zhang Feng, hesitated for a moment, and wanted to take it back, but was frightened by Zhang Feng's eyes and stepped aside.
"Oyama, take a video!"
Zhang Feng picked up the pen, placed the guestbook on his lap, and raised his head and said lightly.
In an instant, Ding Xiaoshan burst into tears. The man did not flick his tears, but before he reached the point of sadness, the guy took out his mobile phone, but squatted on the ground and burst into tears.
"What to cry, life geometry, there is a fixed number, God wants me to die, I can't resist." Zhang Feng patted Ye Qingxuan's little hand, picked up the pen, and began to write.
The first sentence of the pen: The 73rd generation of Anyemen advocates Feng's last words, and passes on the position of the head of the door to Xue Chen, the head of Shangzitang, which will take effect today...
"Wait!"
Coming from outside the door
With a soft drink, Zhang Feng trembles, and he pulls out the old man, his handwriting is hard to see the extreme.
"Who is it?" Chang Wenxin was also taken aback, turning her head and glaring at the door.
I saw that a big purple figure appeared lightly. It was a woman with long curly hair and a sleeveless dress with a variety of postures, and her aura was like a queen.
"Yeah, Chang Wenxin, the youngest daughter of the Young Master of Xuanhun Sect, why are you here?"
The woman who came in did not answer Chang Wenxin's question, but instead asked in a joking tone, Tankou lightly said, and the two women in the room were beaten by her.
It's not that Ye Qingxuan and Chang Wenxin are not beautiful enough, but that one wants to be buried for her husband, and one who is tossed by someone can't walk by himself, and is extremely haggard.
In this way, glamorous is naturally beyond mention.
"Who are you?" Chang Wenxin felt that she had been beaten down, and she tried to stand up, enduring the discomfort and pain of a certain place like her whole body falling apart, and asked loudly.
The woman didn't look at her, but looked at Zhang Feng, saw the guest book on his lap, moved the lotus step lightly, stepped on the crystal high-heeled sandals, came to the bed and snatched the guest book away.
"Yeah, you want to fuck me, you are really kind to my sister."
A slightly mocking tone, but full of sweetness and ridicule, needless to say, this is the woman who makes Zhang Feng timid, the famous dark night door business hall master, dark night group CEO, Xue Chen.
"Sister Chen, you... why are you here?" Zhang Feng asked dryly.
Every time I saw Xue Chen, I would be nervous and beat the drums, for fear that she would come up with some tricks to toss herself.
"Why, elder sister can't come to you, have you forgotten that you peeked at me in the bath a thousand and eighty-two times?" Xue Chen's eyes were staring, and his beautiful face was incredible.
Zhang Feng slapped his forehead, and he really came.
Ding Xiaoshan didn't know where to hide, Ye Qingxuan and Chang Wenxin, the two women looked suspicious, turned their heads to look at Zhang Feng, as if they were about to see a flower from Zhang Feng's face.
"I said she was framing me, but it was not the first time she was framing me, do you believe it?" Zhang Feng said to the two women with a look of grief.
The two women shook their heads together.
At this moment, the man's mouth is a deceitful ghost.
(End of this chapter)