At twelve o'clock, when the bell rang, plates of dumplings were sent into the auditorium under the arrangement of the housekeeper Ferry.
At this time, Xiao Feng also stepped onto the stage again, waved, and someone pushed a cart covered with red cloth and stopped in front of him.
"Here are the dumplings. There are coins in them. Whoever eats the coins will be rewarded 10,000 yuan," Xiao Feng smiled and opened the red cloth, revealing a stack of red RMB on the cart.
"Okay," almost everyone here is short of money, but this is a good fortune for the New Year, and everyone will actively participate.
"Haha, it's past twelve o'clock. I wish everyone a happy new year. I hope that in the new year, everyone will be healthy and happy, and all their wishes will come true..." Xiao Feng finished speaking loudly, jumped off the stage, and returned to his table. forward.
"A coin,"
"I ate it too,"
"Well, my teeth are chattering,"
Various lively sounds came and went, and Xiao Feng once again confirmed his good luck. A plate of dumplings, a total of eight dumplings, actually cost seven.
This time, even Zhang Yu was convinced and kept saying that Brother Feng must be very awesome in the new year.
The dumplings are all randomly served, there is nothing special at all. I have to say that Xiao Feng is really lucky. He is smiling all over his face, but he is muttering in his heart, hoping that good luck will always be with him. The God of Gamblers and the God of Wealth are both here today. God, when the 15th day comes, I hope the God of War will also come up.
Half an hour later, Xiao Feng began to divide the money, one coin was ten thousand yuan, and he kept his word. If he was lucky, he could even get thirty or forty thousand yuan. As for himself, there were seven piles of money in front of him, although they were all for himself. It's a pocket bag, but it still makes him happy.
After eating the dumplings, New Year's Eve was almost over. Some old guys were getting old after all. Although they didn't accept old age, their energy was no longer enough, so they went to rest one after another.
At about two o'clock, there was no one in the auditorium. Everyone went to have a rest and prepare to get up early on the first day of the Lunar New Year to say New Year greetings. Fortunately, the manor was big enough and there were enough places to rest. With so many people living there, it didn't seem crowded.
Although everyone has rested, the entire manor is still brightly lit, as bright as day... The moon moves westward, one year ends and a new year begins.
Xiao Feng woke up before dawn. He turned to look at Lin Lin beside him, smiled, gave her the first kiss of the new year, then sat up, put on his clothes, and left the room.
Xiao Feng left the main villa and walked towards a nearby villa, where Mr. Jing, Nangong Jishi and others lived...
Xiao Feng opened the door and saw that Mr. Jing had already gotten up and was breathing cross-legged in the room. Hearing the sound, he opened his eyes and smiled: "You're here."
"Grandpa, happy New Year," Xiao Feng did not call the old man, but with rare respect, he slowly knelt in front of Mr. Jing and kowtowed three times seriously.
Mr. Jing accepted Xiao Feng's three kowtows. After he finished kowtowing, he nodded and said, "Well, get up."
When Xiao Feng stood up, a cynical smile immediately appeared on his face: "Old guy, here's the red envelope,"
"Here, little bastard," Mr. Jing said, throwing a porcelain bottle to Xiao Feng: "When you shatter that rock, you can eat it."
"What, it can't be Viagra," Xiao Feng fiddled with it a few times and asked curiously.
"Well, almost,"
"..." Xiao Feng put it away. No need to ask, this thing should be of high value, otherwise the old guy wouldn't be able to get it.
"Okay, let's go somewhere else,"
"Okay, I'll leave first," Xiao Feng nodded, then went to pay New Year's greetings to Xiao Ye, his parents and others, then Nangong Jishi, He Jinming, Qi Ye, etc...
After Xiao Feng completed his visit and gained a lot, he returned to his villa and began to give out red envelopes to the girls.
"Come, let's start wishing my husband New Year's greetings," Xiao Feng sat on the sofa, next to a big red bag containing RMB.
"Brother Feng, Happy New Year~"
"no,"
"Why,"
"Call my husband,"
"Okay, hubby, Happy New Year," Lin Lin rarely called Xiao Feng this way in front of other people, and now she was quite shy with her pretty face rosy.
"Haha, not bad, I'll give you a red envelope," Xiao Feng was very happy. This feeling was really good: "Next one,"
"..." The girls were speechless. This guy was really excited.
"Happy New Year, hubby~"
"Hahaha, Wu'er, come here, my husband will give you a red envelope," Xiao Feng grinned even wider and sent out another red envelope.
"..."
"Brother Feng, Happy New Year~"
Xiao Feng tapped Erlang's leg, closed his eyes, and hummed a tune. Hearing someone call him "Brother Feng" again, he couldn't help but say, "No, I must call you husband."
All around, terrible silence...
Xiao Feng suddenly felt a little creepy, as if many eyes were watching him. He quickly opened his eyes, and when he saw it, his face immediately turned green. The person standing in front of him turned out to be Zhang Xue.
Zhang Xue stared at Xiao Feng with strange eyes: "Are you sure you want me to call you husband?"
"Ahem, that Xiaoxue, I didn't realize it was you, haha, Happy New Year Xiaoxue, here, here is your red envelope," Xiao Feng smiled hurriedly and gave the red envelope to Zhang Xue.
What a joke, if Zhang Xue calls her husband for the Chinese New Year and her sister comes to see her again, she will be in big trouble.
In the middle of the morning, Xiao Feng discovered that the five million in cash was indeed not enough. Fortunately, there was still stock at home, otherwise he would have been in a hurry.
Many people have left the manor one after another. After all, they all have their own things to be busy with, their own circles and social activities. Even Huo Tian and the others have left and returned to the headquarters to have fun with their brothers in Tianmen.
The originally lively manor became a little deserted. Xiao Feng also left the manor and went out to visit Mr. Xia, Mr. Wen, Mr. Hai and others. He sat with them and it was afternoon.
It is worth mentioning that Hai Lao is in very good condition, but Xiao Feng knows that he is burning his own vitality, just like a lamp that has reached the point where the oil has run out and the lamp is dry. What is burning now is the only thing left. A little bit of oil.
After Xiao Feng completed a circle and returned to the manor, he never left. Instead, he laughed and played with the girls in the villa, enjoying the rare peace and tenderness.
At night, Xiao Feng received a call from Zhao Min. The content was very simple: Hai Lao was dead.
Hai Lao is dead, Hai Dongbo is dead.
Xiao Feng was stunned. When he went to see him in the morning, he was in good condition. However, he died in just a few hours. He sighed with emotion, human life is really fragile.
"Okay, I get it,"
"Will you come to the memorial service tomorrow?"
"Well, I will be there," Xiao Feng nodded.
"What's wrong, Brother Feng?" Lin Lin asked hurriedly when she saw the smile on Xiao Feng's face disappear.
Xiao Feng forced a smile: "Old Hai is dead,"
"Ei Lao is dead," Huo Wu was a little surprised: "Weren't you still fine this morning?
Among the girls, who is most familiar with Hai Dongbo, it is Huo Wu. After all, she is now the underground queen of Jiuquan, and Hai Dongbo is the former underground king. They have met many times, and Haidong Bo also admired the fire dance.
"Well, there will be a memorial service tomorrow, will you go?" Xiao Feng looked at Huo Wu and asked.
Huo Wu nodded: "Go,"
"Okay, everyone, let's go play," Xiao Feng couldn't say he was too sad about Hai Dongbo's death, because he already knew the result, it was just one day earlier or one day later.
Life and death may be so simple and pale.
The atmosphere in the villa was quite depressing, but Xiao Feng was the first to smile: "What's wrong with you, don't worry about it, everyone."
Soon, Huo Tian called, telling him the news about Hai Dongbo's death. The Hai family had spread the news on the street. Although it was the Chinese New Year, the memorial service had to be held.
Great joy and great sorrow, great ups and downs, life and death... Xiao Feng felt that he had a more intuitive understanding of death, and there was a slight peace in his heart, a kind of peace that came from the soul.
Half an hour later, Xiao Feng appeared alone on the beach. Facing the rock designated by Mr. Jing, he began to practice the five levels of strength. As his mood became calmer, he sank deeper and deeper into it, and his whole body fell into a trance. In this wonderful state, punches come from the heart and can be sent and received freely...
In the distance, behind a tree, two black figures stood side by side, looking at Xiao Feng who was bombarding the rocks.
"It seems that Hai Dongbo's death has had an impact on Ah Feng, making his mood improve again and become more determined," the voice sounded, and it was definitely Mr. Jing.
"Well, this boy is one of the few geniuses I have ever seen. Even in the Nangong family, there is no one who can compare with him." The speaker was Nangong Jishi, the deputy patriarch of the Nangong family.
"I haven't cared about him all these years. It's just a matter of accumulation and thinning. The children of those aristocratic families may be stronger than him in terms of combat power, but in terms of state of mind, there are a few people who can compare with him. The ancient martial arts has reached the level of In the later stage, the state of mind becomes more and more important, otherwise the progress will be stagnant and stuck at the bottleneck," Mr. Jing said seriously.
Nangong Ji nodded in agreement: "Well, this kid has experienced too much, and in the past, the disciples' experience meant tempering their mental state."
"Let's go," Mr. Jing said, turned and left.
Nangong Ji looked at Xiao Feng who was sweating profusely, nodded, and quickly disappeared into the darkness.
'Bang bang bang', on the beach, Xiao Feng punched the rocks. On the surface, he didn't use much force, but every blow was at least four levels of energy. From the inside out, dark energy Extraordinarily powerful.
"Break it for me." Suddenly, Xiao Feng's heart moved, he let out a long roar, and punched the rock with his fist. He heard first a muffled sound of 'pop', and then a 'click' sound, and the rock cracked from the inside out. Stones flew up.
"Fifth strength," Xiao Feng retracted his fist and looked at the broken reef. The inside had turned into powder, and was shattered by his dark strength.
"That's right, that's it," Xiao Feng clenched his fists and his eyes sparkled. He was full of desire for the duel on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. He desperately wanted to regain his own dignity.
"God's will, the gap between us should not be big now,"