Zhong Boyong's plan made Lu Fan fall into brief contemplation.
Indeed, regardless of whether his plan works or not, if this evil god can be forced away from China in a short period of time, it will indeed be of great help to his current situation.
After all, an evil god has been dormant beside him, watching his every move, which put too much pressure on Lu Fan.
The special nature of the blood spell completely exposed the process and methods he used to diagnose and treat patients to Wuntaklin's eyes.
If Wuntaklin can really be lured away from Jinling, his chances of finding a cure for Zhong Ziyan will be much greater.
"The risk is too great."
Lu Fan shook his head: "No matter what, Wuntaklin's current target is only Zhong Ziyan."
"If you let her know that you are trying to shake the foundation of her Saracen in order to save your daughter, she will definitely not let you go."
"She will pour out all her anger on everyone in your Zhong family."
"Once the evil god-level head-dropping master gets angry, he will use weird and terrifying methods. I'm afraid that your Zhong family will face catastrophe."
No one can question the terrifying methods of an evil god-level head-dropping master.
Even the old guys in the Huaguo Martial Alliance didn't dare.
They were those who had personally experienced the bloody battles between the martial arts sects of China and the Jiangtou Masters of Southeast Asia. They had seen scenes where Gu worms were monstrous, like locusts passing through, harvesting the lives of low-level warriors, as well as ordinary people.
I have also seen the scene where an evil god-level head-destroying master exploded himself, and the venom filled the sky, instantly melting two ancient martial arts masters who were too close to escape.
The reason why Lu Fan is anxious is because there is still a certain gap between his strength and Wuntaklin.
Otherwise, with his character, he would never be passively beaten everywhere. Even if he could win miserably, he would fight to the death. But the problem is, he can't do it yet.
"I said that the day when Ziyan died was also the day when I, Zhong Boyong, bid farewell to this world."
"Besides, Brother Lu, do you really think that the day Ziyan was refined by her, the entire Zhong family would be spared?"
His tone was extremely firm: "It has never been my character, Zhong Boyong, to sit back and wait for death. I would rather fight to the death, even if I die at her feet, than do nothing and just watch helplessly, my daughter, and
The Zhong family is destroyed in the hands of this barbarian!"
"And you can rest assured that this matter, regardless of victory or defeat, was all done by me, Zhong Boyong. Even if I fall into the hands of thieves in the end, Brother Lu will never be involved."
"I also ask Brother Lu to be generous and save my Zi Yan. You are a great kindness and kindness. I, Zhong Boyong, will never forget it!"
After saying that, he stood up directly, rushed towards Lu Fan, and knelt down on the ground.
When Lu Fan saw that Zhong Boyong mistakenly thought that he was afraid of Wuntaklin's revenge, so he stopped him from attacking the Saramen in Southeast Asia, he sighed and said, "Master Zhong, you have misunderstood."
He stood up and held Zhong Boyong's shoulders: "My feud with Anhui Takelin has long been sworn in, and I will not come to Jinling from Nandu for fear of her revenge. I will fight with him to the end."
Zhong Boyong raised his head and asked doubtfully: "Brother Lu, do you agree with my plan?"
Lu Fan hesitated for a moment and finally nodded.
Zhong Boyong plans to personally handle the sneak attack on Solomon's ancestral land. He must make sure that everything is watertight and force Anhui Takelin away from Jinling. Then he will manipulate her on her flight back to China and try to make her die on the ocean returning to Southeast Asia.
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And you don’t have to worry about hurting innocent people.
After all, Wuntaklin is now protected by the Ma family.
For the Ma family, arranging a private plane for her to fly alone is easy.
Zhong Boyong immediately drove to a secret contact point of the Zhong family in Jinling to discuss the matter with arms dealers in Southeast Asia.
After Lu Fan rested, he continued back to the backyard to seal Zhong Zi's acupoints.
7pm.
When Lu Fan dragged his tired body out of the attic, Zhong Waner had been waiting here early, prepared hot water and towels, and personally wiped Lu Fan's sweat to relieve fatigue.
"My father will not be back tonight. He has told me that all matters related to the Zhong family will be subject to Brother Lu's orders."
"I'm just helping."
"So if Brother Lu needs anything, just tell me."
Zhong Wan'er was considerate like a maid: "Wan'er will do as she is told."
Lu Fan breathed out: "It's okay, I can just stay here alone, and I still have to make a phone call with Master Kongchan. I've been out for a day, but I haven't heard back from him yet."
Just as he reached for his cell phone, it vibrated desperately.
He just took out the phone and accidentally pressed the answer button. Then, he heard the trembling voice of Master Kongchan:
"Little friend Lu, something happened to Kong Qing and the others. Three cars passed by the bridge across the river. The bridge collapsed and they were all washed away by the river..."