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"......" The middle-aged man's voice was silent for a long time and did not speak, and Yuan Fugui did not dare to speak, it seemed to be very restrained, and he was very dissatisfied with his previous unruly state.

And faintly, you can still see that under this calm and calm, beads of sweat began to appear on the young man's head.

"Did the Lord say anything?" suddenly the middle-aged man said.

Yuan Fugui replied cautiously, "I didn't say anything, I just said that I was looking for a place to settle down here, and it seemed that I had come here to do something." ”

"Is that so? Then you first hold the Lord there, and I will discuss this matter with your grandfather. Click. ”

Before Yuan Fugui could say anything, the middle-aged man on the other end of the phone hung up the phone directly and put it in his arms.

Tick... Tick....

Trample.... Trample.... Trample...

It was a dark cave, and the faint sound of dripping water was unusually quiet and calm. The sound of footsteps makes people feel the depth hidden in this space.

"Peace, what's the matter?" At this moment, in the calm environment, there was a sudden sound of an old man, like rubbing glass, but it was sonorous and powerful, making people have no doubt about the vitality hidden in it.

The middle-aged man who had just spoken was wearing simple trousers and a white shirt. At the chin, there is a delicate triangular sheep's beard, and the half-length hair on the head is tied in a hairpin, which looks a little unconventional.

"Dad, Fugui said that the Lord appeared, and came to our villa again, and seemed to be doing something. ”

The originally tense face of the middle-aged man softened when he spoke at this time, and he spoke softly.

But the space became silent again, and the sound of the old and numbing scalp did not come out again. In this space, only the sound of dripping water remains.

"I have just calculated, this time the Lord has returned to the land that has just arrived on Hong Kong Island for his great plan, although the calculation is not very clear, but I know that the current Lord is in urgent need of manpower. It's time for us to go out and help him.

However, my father is now at a critical juncture in his cultivation, and he can't get out of the customs for the time being, so you can go to the Lord with Fugui to serve your life.

If the Lord asks you what the reason is, you can just say that I gave it to you. ”

The middle-aged man did not have any doubts about what the old man said, and bowed slightly and said, "I know Dad, I will go to help the Lord." It's just that I don't understand one thing, why we have to serve by the Lord's side. ”

When it came to this question, the middle-aged man's eyebrows seemed to be full of a kind of entanglement, and he also vaguely exuded a kind of luxury that only a superior person has, which made people understand why he asked this question for a while.

"Hehe, peace, our clan has been adhering to the art of feng shui physiognomy for thousands of years, and has survived between various dynasties. It's always just a trend of zhongxing, do you know what the reason is? because my people need a good opportunity if they want to really prosper.

And this opportunity can only be found in those true Ninety-Five Supremes. In other words, the fate of our clan is closely related to the Ninety-Five Supreme. If you want to be truly famous in the world and glorify your ancestors, you can only rely on the Ninety-Five Supreme who has the power of the emperor. "I just listened to the old man slowly.

The old man's voice also became more and more comfortable as he spoke, from the original harshness to a spring breeze, as if this voice was not made by a person.

But the middle-aged man was still a little reluctant between his eyebrows, and immediately said, "But Dad, aren't we doing well now? Why do we have to be famous all over the world? Isn't the golden mean what you have been advocating before?"

"The gears of the times are about to start running again, and the opportunity for evolution will come again. Whether it is to travel for nine days or be willing to be an ant is in my thoughts, the words have come to this, hurry up, the Lord may not be able to wait. ”

The old man's voice was extraordinarily indifferent, and there was no unhappiness because of the middle-aged man's doubts. Slowly said such an unveiling sentence. Although the implication is very clear, the middle-aged man vaguely senses that something is wrong.

But he also understood that his father didn't want to continue talking about this, so he bowed slightly again and turned away.

"It's coming... It's almost there..."

Not long after the middle-aged man left, there came again from this deep cave, which seemed to be right and wrong, long and far-reaching, like the sigh of a Chinese girl, constantly chanting.

As for Yuan Fugui, he is as entangled as a constipated chrysanthemum. But he didn't dare to call back, because he knew that the phone he dialed was his father, Yuan Ping'an. And from childhood to adulthood, his father was very strict with him. It is precisely because of this that he has a rebellious mentality, so he will be so debauched in front of others.

"Forget it, stretching out your head and stabbing your head, shrinking your head is also a knife, the honest Lord shouldn't kill me. ”

Having made up his mind, Yuan Fugui stood up, clenched his right hand into a fist, and looked at the sky with a sad face, just like Dong Cunrui who sacrificed himself for others when he blew up the bunker. The spirit of forgetting life and death is the same.

Taking a difficult step, Yuan Fugui gritted his teeth and ran back to the villa quickly, he was afraid that Zhang Ning would be suspicious of him for too long. When the time comes, there will be no arguments.

But when he returned to the villa, he opened his mouth slightly, because Zhang Ningyu and Guo Yi both hid in the room and did not come out, which only made him feel like a hedgehog and had no way to start.

"Grandpa, Dad, what are you going to do with me. Yuan Fugui covered his face with one hand at this time. I was struggling to cry there without tears.

In the early morning of the next day, rays of sunlight shone on the bustling streets of Hong Kong, and the hot steam for breakfast and the rush of express trains were endless.

At this moment, in the midst of a plane falling from the sky, a middle-aged man dressed in nondescript clothes stepped out of the airport, greeted by the eyes of countless people in awe and worship.

But the expression of the middle-aged man is like a pool of stagnant water, where it will be tense.

"Hopefully it's not too late. The middle-aged man slightly lifted the well-made ruby watch he put on his right hand, looked at the time, muttered to himself, and casually stopped a green taxi and gave an order.

"Master Yuan, I haven't seen you appear for a long time, what have you been busy with lately?" The taxi driver was an uncle with Mediterranean hair and a slightly fat figure, and he quietly turned his head at this time, as if he was very familiar with the middle-aged man.