One person: The heroic spirit of Cao Wei, challenging the peak!

Feng Shayan was slightly stunned. The impression Zhang Chulan gave him was nothing more than a follower behind Cao Ning, although his eyes were terrifying at that time...

But in his heart, he secretly looked down on Zhang Chulan because the gap between him and Cao Ning was huge.

Feng Zhenghao looked at his stunned daughter, a hint of disappointment in his mung bean-sized eyes, and then he slowly said:

"Chu Lan is a very good kid, he is loyal and righteous... moreover, he has something that many of you don't have in your life."

Feng Shayan asked subconsciously:

"What is it?"

Feng Zhenghao turned and looked out the window, his eyes showing some contemplation as he slowly said:

"Chu Lan grew up in an orphanage, secretly practicing the Longhu Mountain martial arts. On the surface, he pretended to be indifferent, but he was thinking more than anyone else..."

He picked up a cup of water on the table and slowly poured it into the soup that had become turbid from being boiled for too long. The soup mixed with the cup of tea became thicker and even emitted a strange smell.

Feng Shayan lowered her head slightly, looking at the hot pot soup, with a little horror in her eyes...

My mind kept reviewing Zhang Chulan's every move, and even his state when facing his father. I was in a completely relaxed state.

You have to know that apart from his father's position as the chairman of Tianxiahui, he is also the chairman of Tianxia Group, a company with a market value of 300 billion!

If he was really useless, he wouldn't behave like this!

The hot pot soup mixed with tea was boiling little by little, and the billowing smoke was constantly smoking the moth that was struggling to fly on the ceiling...

Feng Zhenghao put down the teacup in his hand and continued with a slightly heavier tone:

"Chu Lan, this kid really knows how to judge the situation!"

I have been in the world of extraordinary people for many years and have seen the descendants of countless families, but I have never seen a child with such performance as Chu Lan. He is much better than the inheritors of many big families in the world of extraordinary people!

This is without anyone teaching me. If Zhang Huaiyi were still alive...

How far can Zhang Chulan go?

Feng Shayan was a little surprised when she heard this. She didn't expect that even Zhang Chulan had such a high opinion in her father's eyes...

The confidence built up over the past twenty years seemed to be destroyed bit by bit, and then the astonishment in his eyes gradually turned into confusion.

Feng Zhenghao walked forward slowly, touched his daughter's head, and said softly:

"For two helpless brothers to grow up to this point, you can imagine how much hardship they went through."

After saying this, he suddenly paused, and continued with a heavy tone:

"In the future...if one day my father is really gone..."

As he spoke, he sighed slightly, turned around and glanced at Jia Zhengyu who was lying unconscious on the ground.

When Feng Shayan heard this, she was suddenly startled. She couldn't help but stagger and said anxiously:

"Father...you..."

Before Feng Shayan could finish her words, thick black mist came out of Feng Zhenghao's body, like an evil wind in the dark night, instantly sweeping Jia Zhengyu's body...

A big mouth could be vaguely seen in the black fog, and there seemed to be layers of thick fur around the mouth. The big mouth suddenly opened and swallowed Jia Zhengyu.

A stream of blood slowly flowed out from the black mist, dripping onto the dirty ground and flowing into the fallen rubble...

Jia Zhengyu, who was cured by Cao Ning, died just like that...

And he was killed by Feng Zhenghao himself!

Feng Zhenghao turned around and murmured:

"The alien world is about to change. This time it will be much bigger than the turmoil decades ago, right?"

After saying that, he slowly walked out the door...

Feng Shayan looked at the somewhat wasted back, her delicate body began to tremble slightly, and she couldn't help murmuring:

"Father...what exactly are you trying to do..."

The hot steam from the hot pot slowly smoked the moth. The hot steam kept roasting it, and its wings seemed unable to withstand the heat, and it slowly fell towards the hot pot...

The moth fluttered a few times in the pot and was cooked by the boiling water. The water mixed with the turbid smell of hot pot and tea made it look like a big hodgepodge, and it continued to emit a special stench.

..........

at this time.

In a secret basement outside the suburbs, "tick-tick..." the water droplets condensed on the beams kept dripping onto the ground, and the air was filled with the foul smell of rotting corpses.

The mottled walls were soaked with rainwater from the ground, leaving some yellow marks. On the walls grew winding, green and oily heart-leaf vines, which kept crossing and turning along the yellow marks.

There were some messy food placed on a simple wooden table. There was some mold growing on a half-eaten chicken leg. The disgusting fishy smell and the smell of rotting corpse continued to evaporate in the air.

"Da da da..."

Slow footsteps sounded in the basement, and a young man wearing rectangular glasses slowly walked out from the dark corner and reached out to press a button beside him.

"Clap clap clap..."

The lights in the basement lit up little by little in an orderly manner, instantly illuminating the entire dim basement. The young man covered his mouth and nose with an unnatural expression, obviously unable to stand the pungent smell.

The young man looked towards an iron gate, which was welded with layers of special black and purple materials, brand new...

But compared with the old wall next to it, this iron gate does not seem to have been built in the same period of time.

Chapter 45: The Imprisoned Gu Jiting

The iron gate seemed to sense the changes in the outside world, and there were waves of roars coming from inside:

"what..."

Accompanied by the sound of smashing the huge iron door:

"Bang bang bang..."

The heavy sound continued to echo in the basement, and each time the force was extremely heavy, as if it was going to destroy everything.

"Bang bang bang..."

There were several heavy knocks on the door, and the entire black and purple iron door kept shaking, as if it was about to break out at the next moment...

The young man seemed to be somewhat unsurprised, and walked towards the iron gate in a little bit, and said in a voice with a hint of temptation:

"Senior Gu, stop hitting it. This black gold iron door was built specifically to imprison you. There are tens of thousands of steel bars in the wall. You've been smashing it for so many years, and you still want to get out?"

Seeing no movement inside, the young man picked up a moldy chicken leg from the table with some disdain, took out a key from his pocket, and slowly opened the small window above the iron door...

He threw it in like feeding a dog, but closed the window very quickly, fearing that the person closing the gate would pose a threat to him.

Leaning against the iron gate, he continued:

"Senior Gu, this is your food for a week. If you tell us all your Eight Wonders, you can have some of the delicious food and fish."

When the imprisoned person heard this, he seemed to be stimulated by something and shouted madly:

"what!"

The sound of smashing and destroying came again:

"Bang bang bang..."

The prisoner suddenly cried out, his voice was extremely miserable:

"Wow! Woohoo..."

After crying for three or four minutes, the prisoner started cursing and shouting:

"Feng Yao! Feng Yao! You are a hypocrite! Why didn't I listen to Huai Yi back then? Why did I believe your lies?"

"Wu Gensheng! Wu Gensheng! I will grind you to dust!"

The young man was used to the crazy appearance of the prisoners, and with a hint of amusement on his face, he looked towards the dimly lit basement and said in a teasing tone:

"Senior Gu? I have some good news for you. Do you want to hear it?"

As soon as these words came out, the noise inside the iron gate gradually quieted down, and a hoarse voice responded:

"what news?"

The young man said in a very joking voice:

"We have found Zhang Huaiyi's body, and we have obtained the source of his Qi!"

The sound inside the iron gate suddenly quieted down, and after a while...

A frantic cry was heard:

"Fake! All this is fake!"

"The origin of the Qi body! Fenghou Qimen! Confine the spirits and dispatch the generals! The Six Treasury Immortal Thief! Tongtian Lu! Shuangquan Hands!"

"And... and this Dadong Luo Temple! It's all fake!"

"Even this world is all fake..."

The young man shook his head, sighed slightly, and pressed a red button on the wall. A large amount of black fog came out of the room, spreading little by little and spreading to the prison cell...

Half an hour later, the huge noise inside the iron gate gradually quieted down.

The only sound in the air was the sound of air flowing in the basement. The young man raised his hand to look at the watch on his wrist, reached out and pressed the red button again, and the thick purple mist in the room dissipated.

The young man knocked on the iron gate a few times and called out "Senior Gu...Senior Gu..." a few times.

He picked up a flashlight on the ground and looked for the prisoner. He checked the situation inside as usual, but after searching for a long time, he did not find the figure in the room.

Sudden.

The flashlight shone on a face covered in dirt. The face was extremely thin, without any trace of excess flesh.

The messy hair hung vertically on both sides. It was a bit unkempt, like a giant chicken coop that had been tinkered with. It hadn't been washed for a long time and it emitted a foul smell.

A pair of hands covered in thick dirt suddenly grabbed the young man's collar, instantly staining the white collar black, and a pair of large sunken eyes stared at the young man.

When their eyes met, the young man showed an unprecedented look of fear, and a lot of sweat was secreted on his forehead...

A shadow flashed in his eyes, and a wriggling figure was seen crawling under the long hair of the prisoner. A winged cockroach popped out of its head and shook its tentacles as if to greet the young man...

The two of them fought for a long time, and the young man didn't dare to move at all...