One person: I am standing behind you, but the whole Wei

The door of the box slowly closed. Feng Shayan seemed to heave a sigh of relief. She let out a breath of foul air from her thin glazed lips. The short sleeves that were tightly attached to her body were already wet in large areas.

His slightly grey eyes slowly looked towards the door of the box, then glanced at Jia Zhengyu who was lying unconscious on the ground, and his lips couldn't help but tremble again.

Feng Zhenghao saw this and sighed slightly and said:

"Shayan, what do you think of Cao Ning?"

The gap is so huge that the flowers grown in the greenhouse will wither after a little bit of damage.

Hope you can grow by following Cao Ning?

Feng Shayan was slightly stunned, then bowed and said:

"Sha Yan is incompetent and cannot see through Cao Ning's depth."

Feng Zhenghao stroked his round-rimmed eyes, said with a hint of sarcasm:

"Yeah! Even I can't tell how strong Cao Ning is, how could you possibly tell?"

After hearing this, Fengsha Yandun was somewhat stunned. In his impression, his father was like a god. As the youngest of the Ten Lords...

It is actually impossible to tell the extent of Cao Ning’s cultivation. How terrifying is his level?

As he was speaking, a moth rushed from the window into the box, searching constantly at the top of the ceiling and hitting the wall for a light source.

Feng Zhenghao's questioning voice came to my ears:

"Shayan, what do you think of Zhang Chulan?"

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.