The copy went so smoothly, Lan Chen couldn't help but smile.
It would be nice if it could go smoothly every time and not be as thrilling as Zhang Dalong.
"How happy is it? Drink it quickly, the colder it becomes, the more bitter it will be."
"OK."
After drinking it in one gulp, there is a sense of comfort amidst the pungent bitterness.
"Then I won't disturb you. You can have a good rest."
As Su Xingcan left, Lan Chen also began to think about the two miraculous powers he had gained this time.
Weapon transformation can turn any item at hand into various swords, guns, and halberds. The higher the realm, the more types of weapons can be transformed. At the highest realm, it can turn into weapons in the mind's image out of thin air.
Trauma treatment can treat all trauma, and the treatment effect and duration depend on the realm.
Lan Chen thought that he would have to find a trainer to learn from him.
If you don't have any martial arts skills, it doesn't matter if you have 18 kinds of weapons, you can't use them at all.
Accompanied by the effects of the medicine and the smell of grass, Lan Chen fell into a deep sleep.
He slept peacefully, but there was an undercurrent surging in Xuzhou.
Chen Qing, who said to go back to the gambling house, was kicked several meters away by Mr. Chen after reporting the truth.
That's what makes an old man stronger, his foot strength shocked the servants.
Zhang Dalong, who arrived late, also escaped.
But due to his status as a miraculous person, Mr. Chen would not say anything more, and all his anger was directed at Chen Qing.
He was scolded and served with sticks, but before Mr. Chen could decide what to do next.
Here comes the grapevine.
Blue Mansion, wearing white cloth, holding funerals.
It was said that Lan Chen was beaten with fists and he bled excessively and died from his injuries.
"really!?"
After hearing this, Mr. Chen glared at his servant, as if he wanted to eat someone.
The assassination failed, and I was already holding back my anger, but I couldn't stand the excitement.
"The young one also went to see it. The old house was covered with white cloth. The only two people left were all wearing sackcloth and mourning. I asked someone to inquire and found out that the young master is indeed dead!"
"Zhang Dalong." Mr. Chen glanced at Si passing by gloomily and asked unhurriedly, "What was the situation at that time?"
"Broken his hand, the injury is serious." Zhang Dalong thought for a while and said, "But the fierceness he unleashed made even me scared, so I had to find another way. I didn't expect that it was the end of a strong crossbow. Ha, that paper tiger , actually deceived me. From what I saw, he should have just held on for a breath and died of blood loss."
"Ha...Okay, okay, okay!" After saying three good words in a row, Mr. Chen came to Chen Qing, who was bruised and swollen from the lecture.
He bent down, stretched out his hand, and patted Chen Qing's face, "Be glad that you saved a dog's life. You can take care of this."
"Thank you, Master, thank you, Master!" Chen Qing ignored the pain in his body and knelt down directly on the ground, snapping his head several times, and in the gap, he could faintly hear the sound of showing his teeth.
Chen Qing was even more annoyed, but he didn't know who this anger was directed at.
"Since Lan Chen is dead, take this IOU and the deed to take back the old house!"
"Yes! Master! I will definitely do it properly this time!"
"Oh, I hope. Forget it, Zhang Dalong, you come with me. Chen Qing, you lead the way. I will occupy the house this time! I can finally explain to the people around me. Hurry, hurry, day by day.
, I don’t know why I’m urging you!”
"It's just an old baronial residence, so what if it's hereditary? The superiors have to mobilize forces like this!"
"Ha, if you hide it for a few days, I'd like to see what's going on inside!"
After dressing up slightly, Mr. Chen led a large group of people and walked out of the mansion in a swaggering manner.
The Lan Mansion is already in the bag. With only the IOU and the house deed, if Mr. Wang comes that day, he won't be able to talk to him!
Lan Chen's death, fueled by premeditation, spread throughout most of Xuzhou.
Most of the people were joking with the mentality of watching a drama.
There were some who shed tears, but the only one was Sun Miaomiao from Tingyu Pavilion.
Her tearful eyes were for the mountains and flowing water, and for the white moonlight in her heart.
As the candlelight slowly dimmed, she stared blankly at the storybook on the table, crying and crying.
"Shopkeeper! Help me prepare the carriage, I'm going to Lan Mansion!"
And if there is one person who has similar but extremely awkward emotions, it is Lin Dongshuang.
At this time, she was sitting lazily in the court, thoughtful and full of melancholy.
Once Lan Chen dies, the marriage contract will no longer be established, and her sister will be able to marry into a good family.
Good things good things...
But she didn't know why she felt so melancholy in her heart.
Should I lament the fall of Lan Mansion, or mourn the savage growth of Lan Chen?
"Oh, Lan Chen, you and I are not meant to be together. Now, for the sake of the friendship between Lin and Lan, I offer you a toast."
"This second cup... is just a tribute to your presence in this world. Come, prepare your horses and go to express your condolences!"
Sparks of fire rushed towards the Lan Mansion.
Liang Ziwen, who smelled something different, couldn't help but raise his head and look at the dark sky.
Beside the eaves, a figure flew over.
"Your Excellency! The spies report that there is something going on in the gambling house!"
"Mr. Chen, he is coming with dozens of people! Although Zhang Dalong can't be seen inside, we can clearly feel that there must be people with miraculous abilities around."
"I know, let the people below cheer up, and then notify Xiao Lin. Let them return quickly!"
"Yes, sir!"
Immediately, Liang Ziwen also glanced at Lan Mansion.
The smoke was gone and the sky was white. What Naihe was worshiping was a corpse that had just been moved from the prison. It was about the same size as Lan Chen, but his face was completely different.
The plan is to fake death to deceive Mr. Chen so that he can relax his vigilance and bring people to cause trouble.
It's just a pain for Zhu Laosan and Xiao Zhou.
In order to make the lie come true, Lan Chen specifically told him not to tell the truth.
It was that cry, that heart-wrenching sound that dispelled Mr. Chen's suspicion.
After preparations were completed, a few people from the first branch, led by Liang Ziwen, were dressed in black and hid on the eaves of several houses, always waiting to 'catch turtles'.
"Ha." Liang Ziwen couldn't help but whisper, "Lan Chen, this guy is really good at predicting things."
"How could he have guessed that Mr. Chen would mobilize troops to go to the Lan Mansion after learning that he was dead?"
As the torch slowly loomed, Liang Ziwen squinted his eyes and said, "After the incident is over, I will definitely ask him how he used the sword that I have been using so that he can use it to kill people with a borrowed sword."