Fang Dang originally thought that the Yangcheng he had come to by chance might not be what Chen Tu called Yangcheng, but he was still preparing to go to the southeast corner of Yangcheng to take a look. As a result, he saw the wonton stall, and then he saw the boy.

Fang Dang could tell at a glance that this little guy was Chen Tu's son. The father and son had blood flowing, and the two were simply engraved in the same mold.

Fang Dang felt that his luck was really good. Of course, if you want to say that luck was better, it was Chen Tu. Fang Dang had never thought of helping him lead the conversation. If it weren't for such a coincidence today, Fang Dang would never have made a special trip!

"Who are you? Why are you looking for that guy?" The little boy's voice was cold, and he didn't want to mention Chen Tu's name at all!

Fang Dang's eyes were dazed for a moment, and he suddenly felt that the little boy with a look of evil looks very familiar in front of him.

Fang Xunfu had such a look at him at the beginning. He was not even willing to mention Fang Dang's name, and he was more willing to use that guy to refer to Fang Dang's name.

Fang Dang's eyes suddenly became soft. At this time, I don't know how Fang Xun's father was doing, and Hong Jing and Fang Moran, are they doing well at this time?

Fang Dang looked at the little boy with a cold face and frowning, as if he had seen Fang Moran when he was young.

"What's your name?" Fang Dang did not answer the little boy's question, but instead asked the little boy's name. Before that, Fang Dang was not interested in what the little boy's name was at all!

"Why are you looking for Chen Tu?" The stall owner appeared in front of the little boy and protected the little boy behind him.

Fang Dang looked at the stall owner. This woman looked over forties and should have had some charm, but she had already spent all her beauty when she got up early and went to bed late. All she had left was a vicissitudes of face and cracked wrinkles on her face.

Looking at this face, Fang Dang sighed slightly. If Hong Jing had no cultivation, he would probably be much older than this woman when he saw Hong Jing again.

A family will naturally become difficult without a man. A mother will bring a newly born child. The difficulties can be imagined.

Fang Dang said, "I met an immortal cultivator who was about to be executed in the ring world. He asked me to bring him a word to his wife in Yangcheng. This is the reason why I came here."

"Chen Tu is indeed dead?"

"That guy Chen Tu is really dead?"

"I just said, after seven or eight years, I either ran away with other women or died."

"What a pity, Chen Tu is the only immortal cultivator on our street..."

When you hear Fang Dang's words, some people around you gloat and some people sigh.

Generally speaking, this news made most people not happy.

The stall owner who protected the child behind him was surprisingly calm, but he didn't seem to believe Fang Dang's words: "Chen Tu... is dead? No, did you see him dead with your own eyes?"

Fang Dang said: "No! I'm not sure whether he died or not. I only have one chance to meet him."

The stall owner seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and then said firmly: "He cannot die, he will come back sooner or later!"

Fang Dang said curiously: "Don't you want to know what Chen Tu asked me to bring to you?"

The stall owner shook his head and said coldly: "I don't want to hear what he brings back, you don't need to tell me! Also, thank you for being willing to bring the message back, and don't send it."

The stall owner actually started to chase people.

Fang Dang didn't expect that this would be the result. Even Fang Dang's experience of thousands of years and witnessing the cultivation of the world's tiniest particles, he still couldn't figure out what a woman thought.

Since the woman didn't want to listen, Fang Dang turned around and left. He did everything he should do. He originally sent a message just to go along. Since the other party didn't want to listen, Fang Dang stopped saying more. Besides, Fang Dang never promised Chen Tu that he would definitely bring the words.

Fang Dang has left, but the wonton stall is still silent. No one is willing to say anything more

The stall owner Mrs. Chen continued to roll out the wontons, as always.

The diners at the wonton stall began to murmur in a low voice.

Gradually, after the wonton stall diners finished eating, they all dispersed and were replaced by a new wave of diners, so the wonton stall became lively again.

About half an hour later, a lame gangster who was dressed in pretty well brought three followers to the wonton stall.

The stall owner was packing up the tables and chairs at this time. The morning meal time had passed. It was time for noon to open again. The firewood had to be saved, so naturally the fire had to be turned off and rested.

The stall owner was wiping the table. The gangster stepped on the corner of the table with one foot, and said with a strange smile: "That boy Chen Tu is dead after all. Tsk tsk, after hearing this news, my lame leg must take me to see you two!"

The pedestrians around saw this scene and retreated far away.

"Is Mr. Lame? Is this here to take revenge?"

"Shh, don't let the fifth master hear it!"

The pedestrians around were a little brave enough to stay aside, stretching their necks to look at the wonton stall.

The fifth master of Lame raised his trouser legs and exposed his bent calf. This leg was obviously broken and had its bones broken, so he could not connect the broken bones, so he became like this. Moreover, because the leg bones were broken, the muscles under the broken legs were shrinking, which made people feel chilled.

"I just said hello to you at the beginning, and that kid Chen Tu ran over and broke one of my legs. Now thinking about it, I'm so unfair!"

Mrs. Chen didn't want to listen to Chen Tu's words, so she turned around and cleaned up other tables.

Master Lame Wu raised his eyebrows slightly, lowered his trouser legs, and came to the table that the stall owner wiped. "When Chen Tu stepped on my leg, he told me to learn to bark with dogs. I thought it was more important to keep the other leg, so I learned to bark with dogs in front of all the neighbors."

As he said that, Master Lame Fifth shook his head slightly: "Chen Tu said he couldn't hear clearly, so I shouted loudly. I called fourteen times, and Chen Tu let me go."

"You don't know. At that time, I saw Chen Tu turn around and leave. Although my leg was trampled and the pain was unbearable, I still had a lucky idea because my life was saved! Don't mention how beautiful I felt at the beginning!"

"Nine years have passed in a flash. Whenever I see this broken leg, I think of something. When will I exhale the aggrieved breath in my heart!"

"Sometimes, I really feel that there is no possibility of revenge in this life!"

"But God is so powerful that I finally got through the day when that guy Chen Tu died."

"Mrs. Chen, your man is dead. I'm afraid I can only ask you and your son to collect debts!"

"I will charge some interest today. I want two legs. Who will send the legs up? Or one for each person?"

The fifth master of Lame showed a ferocious smile on his gloomy face, and his eyes were circulating on Mrs. Chen and the little boy's face!

"It's a pity that Mrs. Chen has lost the face that made me moved at the beginning, otherwise I wouldn't mind finding some interest from you first!"

Master Lameness sighed a little. The little girl who was so watery at the time had now become a cabbage gang that had been stepped on countless steps. He could not do anything like this.

"Clame, get away!" The tender voice broke the sigh in Lamewu's heart and pulled him back to the real world from his memories.

The fifth master in marten fur looked at the little boy who called him a cripple, then turned his lips aside and showed an extremely happy smile.

"Little bastard, you and your father look really similar! I seemed to see your father when I saw you. Tsk tsk, don't say, I'm getting more and more excited!"

"Tear one of this kid's legs first and see if he is still so tough!"

Master Lameness suddenly gave an order.

The three followers behind Mr. Lame Fifth were all Kong Wu’s powerful appearance. When he heard the order, he immediately stepped forward and caught the little boy.

Mrs. Chen showed panic on her face and quickly tried to hold the little boy in her arms.

But she reached out and grabbed it, but it was empty-handed. The little boy had already rushed out and headed straight for Master Lame.

The three followers were all blood-licking characters. Although they were not monks, each of them was very fierce when fighting, and ordinary people were no match for them at all.

Seeing the little boy rushing towards him like a black shadow, one of the followers showed a look of surprise on his face, and then stepped onto the little boy's head.

The little boy turned around in the air and avoided the kick.

The other two followers also made a move at this time, one punched the little boy, and the other stretched his claws to pinch the little boy's neck.

Because of his unstraight legs and feet, he did not dodge. Of course, there was no need for him to dodge. If a mere eight-year-old child scared him away, then Master Little would be really ruined!

The little boy stood out among the fists and feet of the three followers. I don’t know how the little boy avoided one punch and one claw, his body shrank into a ball, and then punched his fist and smashed it at the fifth master.

With a bang, Master Little Five grabbed the little boy's wrist, which was clenching his fists tightly.

"I know you have been practicing all the time, and I want to be a powerful monk like your father, who can break other people's legs by step. I have been observing you mother and son for the past eight years, and I have been waiting for the news of Chen Tu's death."

As he said that, Master Lameness began to exert force on his fingers, and a layer of cold sweat suddenly appeared on the forehead of the little boy who was being held by his wrist.

Although his wrist was painful, he gritted his teeth tightly, and bleeding began to flow between his teeth.

Mrs. Chen was completely panicked and hurried forward, reaching out and grabbing the palm of the little boy's neck that was holding the little boy's neck.
Chapter completed!