With a snap, he stood up suddenly, grabbed Lan Chen's collar, and shouted angrily, "What did you just say!?"
"Mr. Deng...it's not me, it's Mr. Chen from Xuzhou Gambling House." Lan Chen couldn't laugh or cry, but he let go of the big stone in his heart.
The most terrifying situation is that Mr. Deng is one of the people in the capital who colludes with foreign races, which may be a life-threatening situation for Lan Chen.
And such resentment is enough to express everything, and it can even be said that it is not even a disguise.
Realizing that he was too excited, Mr. Deng quickly let go of Lan Chen, with a rare deep apology on his face.
"Where is that person? Is he still in Xuzhou now?"
"Dead." Lan Chen licked his lips.
Once again convinced that the emotion in his eyes was real, Lan Chen began to talk about the past events in Xuzhou.
After learning that Mr. Chen died inexplicably and tragically in prison, Mr. Deng showed even more evil feelings.
Anyone with a discerning eye also knows that Mr. Chen was just a small bait, and he died before actually catching the big fish. What a pity.
"Ha, it seems that the rumors are indeed true." Mr. Deng gritted his teeth and said, "I should have thought of it a long time ago. Since I am so interested in joining in the fun, the real people who are interested may have already taken action."
"So?" Lan Chen saw the opportunity and said straight to the point, "Mr. Deng, what exactly do I have in my house?"
"Ah this..."
He hesitated slightly and looked at Lan Chen up and down with a troubled expression, as if he was weighing and calculating something in his heart, and as if he was having a fierce ideological struggle in his heart.
Finally, he sighed slowly and said, "It doesn't hurt to tell you."
"Look, there." Mr. Deng pointed to the 'temple' not far away. "Do you still remember our meeting last night?"
Lan Chen nodded.
Mr. Deng continued, "As I said last night, in order to enter this temple to satisfy my curiosity, I spent some time in the Ministry of Magical Energy."
"I also heard there that there is a secret realm hidden in an old house in Xuzhou... Don't worry, kid, not many people know this secret, let alone those little flies. And there is a treasure map in the secret realm.
, can seize the treasures of foreign tribes.”
"I'm an old man. I don't care whether it's a treasure or not. Firstly, I want to explore the secret place. Secondly, I want to see what the treasure map looks like. Thirdly, I can just follow the hidden treasure map.
The treasure instructs me to go to that foreign land."
Having said that, Mr. Deng drank a glass of wine fiercely and said boldly, "It's still your fault. I had no intention of looking for you, but the song 'I'm about to enter the wine' you sang made me excited for a long time."
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"A good song will go into the wine, a good gift will make my talents useful! It's so powerful and powerful, so I thought I'd catch you and torture you to find out what the secret realm of Xuzhou is, so as to satisfy my curiosity!"
Lan Chen couldn't help but smile. What's going on? You express your pride, but you are threatening him? What kind of logic is this?
However, Lan Chen really felt the hot sincerity in him that only a "child" can have.
Perhaps buried under the vicissitudes of life, Mr. Deng was once a young man.
In a daze, Lan Chen actually had the thought of telling the whole truth.
What kind of treasure? It's a distant place that can only be reached by ship.
But this idea was quickly strangled in the cradle, and in the end, only the smile swaying with hypocrisy remained.
Mr. Deng obviously relaxed his 'vigilance' and completely believed what Lan Chen said and did not think deeply about it.
However, this was also because Lan Chen was flawless in his words and deeds, and impressed him with his "sincerity". This was how he avoided the worst situation - Mr. Deng threatened him with his life.
This ‘fate’ is Lan Chen’s fate.
If Mr. Deng were to force himself and put the knife directly on Lan Chen's neck, then he would have no choice but to recount the treasure map in his mind.
It looks like a treasure, but it is actually a hot potato. Before he was able to go to sea, Lan Chen had already made up his mind. If there were any shortcomings, he would sell it as soon as possible, no matter how important his life was.
After the wine and meat had gone through his intestines, Mr. Deng seemed to be in the mood, and even acted coquettishly, quite disrespectfully.
Lan Chen was also confused for a moment.
Seeing him, I stood up straight and recited a poem... under the influence of wine?
"What!" Mr. Deng was slightly excited.
"Ah? Not bad, not bad."
"Ha, you are just trying to flatter me. I still know how much it weighs, so why don't I chant it and go ahead? You can continue, let's make friends with poetry."
"Okay." Lan Chen was even more bitter.
I never imagined that it would turn into this situation.
It's really unexpected that he is drinking wine and reciting poems when he is worried about his life. Do you really have to praise Mr. Deng for being a man of great temperament?
Lan Chen also showed his basic skill of reading 300 poems by heart. Although the content of the poem was somewhat irrelevant, the rhyme and artistic conception were quite accomplished, which surprised Mr. Deng and kept praising him.
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That respectful look in his eyes, if it weren't for his age, he wouldn't have come to swore his sworn brother on the spot and become a close friend.
After three rounds of drinking, they followed Mr. Deng's suggestion of taking a walk after dinner. The two of them went down to Zuixian Tower and wandered around the temple.
"Okay, okay, okay!" Mr. Deng said three good words in a row, showing a rare expression of pity for talent. "I have lived for more than half my life, and I have seen a few talented people, but this one who can recite poems and write poems is really good."
It’s just you.”
"Mr. Deng, you are too generous. You are well-informed. How could a mediocre person like me catch your eye?"
"Hey, don't say that about yourself." Mr. Deng waved his hand, "If you were mediocre, there would be a lot of scum on this street!"
"Ha..." Lan Chen was a little embarrassed by the praise. "You are flattering me, hahaha! By the way, Mr. Deng, what do you mean by a 'golden genius'?"
Taking this opportunity, Lan Chen also planned to explore the world of strange people, and at the same time, he also had a small selfish intention.
Mr. Deng must be drunk now, right? If he could take advantage of his unpreparedness and copy his magical power, that would be...
But just as quickly, Lan Chen killed this idea.
During the sparring session with Mo Yangyu, every move after move, he seemed to know that he was a miraculous person, so who told him?
After thinking about it, there is only Mr. Deng.
When they met for the first time, he guessed what was hidden before he even revealed anything, and he was able to save Mo Yangyu at the critical moment.
You must not reveal the secret of being able to copy miraculous powers easily!
"Miraculous powers are already rare, and those with two kinds of miraculous powers are even rarer."
"What about more than three types?" Lan Chen asked tentatively.
"Oh?" Mr. 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 magical powers? It's okay to practice Lian Jiazi's moves, but don't pick them up.
You lost the watermelon when you lost the sesame seeds.”
"Mr. Deng taught you a very good lesson. When I finish my work here, I will definitely go to a private school to study when I have time."
Mr. Deng opened his mouth and wanted to let him follow him as a spiritual practitioner.
But Lan Chen suddenly exclaimed, "Katie Wang! Him? Why is he there! Mr. Deng, please excuse me first. I have found a friend!"
After saying that, Lan Chen ran away!
Mr. Deng couldn't laugh or cry, so he could only watch the departing figure helplessly. But when he took a closer look, he saw that the figure under the dark curtain... wasn't the prefect of Huadu himself!
Those two people seemed to have walked into the gate of the temple!