With a snap, he stood up suddenly, and even pulled Lan Chen's collar, angrily scolding, "What did you say just now?"

"Old Deng...is not me, it's Mr. Chen from Xuzhou Gambling House." Lan Chen was a little amused, but he also let go of the big stone in his heart.

The most terrifying situation is that Deng is the group of people who colluded with alien races in the capital, which may be a life worry for Lan Chen.

And such anger is enough to show everything, and it can be said that it is impossible to even disguise.

Realizing that he was too excited, Mr. Deng hurriedly let go of Lan Chen, and his face showed a rare deep apology.

"Where is that person? Are you still in Xuzhou now?"

"Dead." Lan Chen licked his lips.

After repeated confirmation that the emotions in his eyes were real, Lan Chen also talked about the past in Xuzhou.

After learning that Mr. Chen died inexplicably in prison, Mr. Deng showed his evil feelings.

Anyone with discerning eyes knows that Mr. Chen is just a small bait, and he died without actually catching the big fish. It’s a pity.

"Ha, it seems that the rumors are true." Old Deng gritted his teeth and said, "I should have thought of it long ago. Since I have the interest to join in the fun, the real people who are interested will probably have already taken action."

"So?" Lan Chen seized the opportunity and said straight to the point, "Old Deng, what exactly is there in my mansion?"

"Ah..."

He hesitated slightly and looked at Lan Chen with a difficult face, as if he was measuring something in his heart, and as if he was having such a fierce ideological struggle in his heart.

Finally, he sighed slowly and said, "It's okay to tell you."

"Look, there." Old Deng pointed to the 'murat' not far away. "Do you still remember meeting last night?"

Lan Chen nodded.

Mr. Deng continued, "I said last night that in order to enter this temple to satisfy my curiosity, I spent some time in the Qi Neng Department."

"It was also heard there that there was an old house in Xuzhou that had a secret realm hidden... Don't worry, boy, don't know many people, and those fly younger generations are even more confused. There is a treasure map in the secret realm that can seize the treasures of foreign races."

"I'm such an old bone, and I don't care. I want to explore the secret realm, and I want to see what the treasure map looks like. I want to go to the foreign land by following the treasure guide."

After saying that, Mr. Deng even drank a glass of wine and said boldly, "It's your fault. I didn't intend to find you, but the song "Wine" you recited made me boil for a long time!"

"A good song will be in the wine, and a good person born with my talent will be useful! It's so powerful, I thought I might as well arrest you and ask you clearly what the secret realm of Xuzhou is, so that I can satisfy my curiosity!"

Lan Chen couldn't smile bitterly, what? You expressed your passion in your heart, but you were about to threaten him? What's the point?

However, Lan Chen actually felt the heat and sincerity that only the "Cut" could have.

Perhaps buried under the vicissitudes of Mr. Deng, he was once a young man.

In a trance, Lan Chen really had such an idea flashed through, thinking about telling the truth.

What kind of treasure is a distant place that can only be reached by boats.

But this idea was quickly strangled into the cradle by it, and only the swaying hypocritical smile remained.

Mr. Deng obviously relaxed his "vigilance" in his heart, and believed what Lan Chen said, and did not think deeply.

However, this is because Lan Chen has no flaws in every word and word, and is even more impressed with "sincere", which is to avoid the worst situation - Mr. Deng threatens him with his life.

This "destiny" is Lan Chen's destiny.

If Deng was hard as old age and put a knife on Lan Chen's neck, he would have to repeat the treasure map in his mind.

It seems like a treasure, but it is actually a hot potato. Before he can go to sea, Lan Chen had already made up his mind. If he had a short time, he would sell it as soon as possible, no matter how important it is, no matter how life is.

As the wine and meat passed through the intestines, Mr. Deng seemed to be intrigued, and even more disrespectful.

Lan Chen was stunned for a moment.

Seeing him, he stood up and chanted a poem with the intention of drinking......Politic?

"How is it!" Mr. Deng was a little excited.

"Ah? Not bad."

"Ha, you're just flattering. I still know how much you have. It's better for me to chant forward. You can follow one sentence, let's make friends with poetry."

"Okay." Lan Chen was even more bitter.

I never thought it would turn out like this.

It’s really hard to worry about life, drinking and reciting poems now...I was unexpected, I really have to praise Mr. Deng as a person with a temperament?

Lan Chen also played the basic skill of reading 300 poems. Although the content of the poems was somewhat irrelevant, his music and artistic conception were still quite accomplished, which shocked Mr. Deng to admire him repeatedly.

I think that if it weren't for the age of age, I wouldn't have come to make a sworn man on the spot and become a friend of my age.

After three rounds of wine, they walked after dinner as Mr. Deng said. The two went down to the Zuixian Tower and wandered around the temple.

"Okay, okay, okay!" Mr. Deng talked about three good words, and rarely showed a look of savageness. "I have lived for most of my life. I have seen a few Jin Qi and powerful people, but you are the only one who can recite poems and write them right."

"Mr. Deng, you are too proud. You are knowledgeable. How can you catch your eye with me?"

"Hey, don't say that to yourself." Old Deng waved his hand. "If you are a mediocre person, there will be a lot of shit on the street!"

"Ha..." Lan Chen was so shy of being praised. "You are praising me, hahaha! By the way, Mr. Deng, what is the 'Jin Qi Ability'?"

Taking this opportunity, Lan Chen also planned to explore the world of the powerful, and at the same time he also had such a little selfish intention.

Now Mr. Deng should be drunk and be impressed? If he could copy his extraordinary ability while he was unprepared, it would be...

But soon, Lan Chen strangled this idea.

During the competition with Mo Yangyu, every move and gesture, he seemed to know that he was a strange person, so who told him?

After thinking about it, only Mr. Deng is the only one.

When he first met, before he could reveal a few things, he guessed what he was hiding and could save Mo Yangyu at the critical moment.

You must never easily reveal the secret that you can copy the strange energy!

"Strange abilities are rare, and those with two kinds of strange abilities are even rarer."

"What about the three or more?" Lan Chen asked tentatively.

"Oh?" Old Deng's eyes lit up. "As far as I know, there are only three people in the world. Why do you feel that you have no common sense about strange energy? You can practice your moves, but don't pick up sesame seeds and throw away watermelons."

"Old Deng taught a very good lesson. When I finish my work, I will definitely go to the private school to study after I get time."

Deng Lao Zhang opened his mouth and wanted to let him follow him and just take it as a practice.

But Lan Chen suddenly exclaimed, "Wang Katie! He? Why is he there? Mr. Deng, take his leave first, I have found a friend!"

After saying that, Lan Chen ran away!

Mr. Deng was so amused that he could only look at the leaving figure, but when he looked closely, the figure under the dark curtain... Isn't it the prefect of Huadu himself?

The two of them seemed to have walked into the temple gate!
Chapter completed!