After Wuntaklin disappeared, Lu Fan stared at the black fog for a long time, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, turned around and left around the corner.
Lu Fan dragged his weak steps back to the goddess CEO's office and slumped down on the chair, feeling extremely exhausted.
"Mr. Zhong, I am Lu Fan."
Lu Fan leaned weakly on his chair and called Zhong Boyong.
"Brother Lu? What's wrong with you?"
Zhong Boyong could tell that there was something wrong with Lu Fan's tone: "Is there something wrong? I have asked Wan'er to take Licorice to Nandu on another day. I think they can arrive before your duel starts, and they should be able to help you."
"Is licorice coming?"
Lu Fan's tense nerves relaxed when he heard this. Although the medical skills of the Blood Medicine Sect have been somewhat broken since Ma Tianjun's death.
But now that we know what kind of poison we are currently suffering from, and we save ourselves from the complicated process of tracing the source, we may be able to see some hope of detoxification in the hands of licorice.
"Well, I'm worried that Brother Lu will make some mistakes in this challenge, so I'll let Licorice go by just in case."
"And it happens to be the offseason of the Medicine God Competition these days, so they have nothing to do, so they said they wanted to see you."
"Brother Lu..."
Zhong Boyong said earnestly: "You are the spiritual support of many people now. Everyone is watching you now. You must be careful. If something happens to you, half of the sky of Nandu and Jinling will collapse.
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What Zhong Boyong said was very obvious. He almost said that he would not let Lu Fan participate in the challenge of Nanfeng Mountain to avoid ruining his reputation.
"I know."
Lu Fan didn't want to get entangled in this topic: "Licorice and the others are not here. You should always be careful not to give the Ma family an opportunity to make a move. When my matter is resolved, I will go to Jinling to find you."
"Okay, Master Kongchan, who has the Bodhisattva sect, is sitting in Jinling. The Ma family doesn't dare to do anything to us for the time being."
Zhong Boyong said: "But you must be more careful over there. If you need anything, tell me. I, Mr. Zhong, have no other abilities. In terms of money and people, as long as Brother Lu needs it, Mr. Zhong will stand by him even if he loses everything."
Brother Lu, please rest assured after Brother Lu’s death!”
"Well, you should be more careful over there. We can talk about the rest after we meet."
Lu Fan hung up the phone with a wry smile on his face. Unexpectedly, even Zhong Boyong was not optimistic about his accepting the challenge of the Eagle Claw Sect this time. The Eagle Claw Sect was so powerful that it had considerable influence even in the ancient martial arts world.
What's more, it's a worldly rich man like Zhong Boyong.
Not long after hanging up the phone, the office door was pushed open, and Tang Huanxi and Li Zi walked into the office elegantly on high heels.
At this time, Lu Fan had already left the building, supported his body, slowly opened the car door and sat on it, then gasped for air.