Feng Lin took Pu Qinmei back to the Gu family.

When she saw Cui Zhiqian's body still lying here, she was trembling with fear.

The masters of China are indeed powerful.

Cui Zhiqian is a master of formations, and the key is to reach the third level.

To be able to kill him without making a sound to the outside world, one must have at least a fifth level of strength.

"Feng Lin! Why did you bring her back?"

Xu Ruoying came over and asked.

"Does that need to be said? It must be because she is beautiful and he plans to take her home as his wife."

Han Meimei laughed from the side.

"Don't talk nonsense, keep an eye on her for me, I'll go see someone."

After Feng Lin finished speaking, he disappeared here.

Lan family.

Lan He was lying on the rocking chair in the yard as usual.

On the table next to it, there is steaming wolfberry water.

The radio is playing the latest news.

"Boss! If I call you Old Man Lan again, will you beat me up?"

Feng Lin's figure appeared next to Lan He.

"It's just a title, not to mention that I am indeed an old man and I don't have many years to live."

Lan He smiled and waved his hand.

"What are you pretending to be? You are at the eighth level of Dacheng!" Feng Lin sighed.

"At the ninth level of Dacheng, you can live for more than three hundred years. I really don't have much life left."

Lan He smiled and shook his head.

"Have you ever heard of Shangguan Fugui?"

Feng Lin suddenly asked.

I remember that the second master said that he was a sword god and his name was quite domineering.
Chapter completed!