"Stop farting! What are you thinking about all day long?"
Lan He was arguing wildly, "You don't know the background under the peonies."
"Oh? Is this organization very powerful?"
Feng Lin only knew that they were a killer organization and didn't know much about other things.
"Have you noticed that most of the masters you have met are old men, and you rarely see old ladies?"
Lan He's voice came from the mobile phone.
"Well, indeed."
Feng Lin nodded. Although men are indeed superior to women in terms of physical fighting ability, there are too few female old masters.
"If you look at the young female geniuses around you, the total number is definitely not as much as that of men, but there should be quite a few, right?"
Lan He continued to ask.
"Yes, just a few of them on Death Night are far superior to ordinary people."
Feng Lin replied.
"Then tell me, where have these once proud women gone?"
After Lan He said so much, he came to the main topic again.
"They...is it possible?"
Feng Lin's eyes widened.
"Of course some of them get married and have children, but more people choose to continue practicing because they look down on the men around them. As time goes by, they grow old."
Lan He smiled and said, "There are many women like this in Peonyhuaxia Middle School."
"You have to explain so much, but you still don't covet other people's bodies? You are despicable."
Feng Lin curled his lips.
"You know nothing. There are countless hidden masters in China who are unwilling to join the country. Now that their former goddess has joined, what will they do?"
Lan He said over there.
"So that's the truth."
Feng Lin suddenly realized.
"I have a mission for you. Come to my house immediately. I have made an appointment to talk to them."
Lan He said over there.
"What should I do?" Feng Lin rolled his eyes.
"After all, we belong to the country. Since we are chatting with them, we naturally have to show corresponding strength."
Lan He paused and continued, "Old Zheng will come over to support the occasion, and the younger generation will naturally be you."
"What identity should I use? The death doctor or me, Feng Lin?"
Feng Lin planned to go back anyway, so there was nothing wrong with going there.
"Use your identity as a death doctor. It will be more recognizable and it will not affect your identity as Feng Lin."
Lan He thought for a while and said.
"Okay, I'll go over now."
Feng Lin nodded.
…
At the same time, several women were sitting in the back seat of a Buick GL8 chatting.
Among them, Du Zilan was sitting here, looking at the woman beside her with a smile.
Although his face is wrinkled and his hair is gray, he gives people a unique charm.
"Aunt Zhang, I still want to thank you. I thought it would be very difficult, but I didn't expect that with just a phone call from you, the country would accept us."
Du Zilan smiled and grabbed the woman's hand.
This woman's name is Zhang Yuhe. When she was in the island country, she followed her there.
However, Du Zilan wanted to practice alone and did not want her to help.
So she kept waiting at the hotel.
"It's okay." Zhang Yuhe shook his head gently.
"Ha ha!"
At this time, an old smile came from the person sitting in the back row.
This one is also an older woman.
However, there are relatively few wrinkles on her face, except for some wrinkles at the corners of her mouth.
She has long black hair and the skin on her face is a bit saggy, but it can also be seen that she was once a beautiful woman.
She wore sunglasses and peony-shaped earrings on her ears.
Compared with Zhang Yuhe, she is more fashionable.
This person's name is Wei Wei, and he is also a master at Peony Flower.
"Aunt Wei, why are you laughing?"
Du Zilan turned around and asked.
"Do you know who Sister Zhang called?" Wei Wei asked with a smile.
"I know, he is a big shot in Wujiang. I heard his name is Zheng Wenwen." Du Zilan replied.
"Yes, do you know the relationship between Zheng Wenwen and Sister Zhang?"
Wei Wei took off her sunglasses and asked with a smile.
"Wei Wei! That's enough."
Zhang Yuhe turned around and glared at her.
Du Zilan became more and more curious, with a gossipy expression on her face: "Aunt Wei, what's the relationship?"
"It's Sister Zhang's spare tire." Wei Wei said with a smile.
"I wiped it? Real or fake?" Du Zilan looked at Zhang Yuhe in shock.
"Don't listen to her nonsense, Zheng Wenwen is a good man." Zhang Yuhe explained, "He is my senior brother."
"He is a dull senior brother. He always thinks about his talented junior sister. He does not dare to express his feelings and has always been silently dedicated."
Wei Wei smiled and said, "I am now in my seventies and eighties, but I am still an old bachelor."
"Wow!"
Du Zilan smiled and hugged Zhang Yuhe's arm, "Awesome, Aunt Zhang."
At this moment, Zhang Yuhe's phone rang.
She picked it up and looked at it, and found that it was Zheng Wenwen's phone number. She immediately answered the call, "Senior brother."
"Haha! Junior...junior sister, are you...arriving?"
Zheng Wenwen was known for his harshness in Wujian, or Base.
Everyone knows that he has always had a bad temper.
But now, his speech was nervous and intermittent.
Du Zilan and Wei Wei both transcended the divine realm and could hear everything clearly.
"We have arrived at Yun City, and we still have two hours to go to Jiang City." Zhang Yuhe asked calmly, "What can I do?"
"This time... ahem, the death doctor will also come. I wonder if you have heard of it?"
Zheng Wenwen asked with a smile.
"What?"
Du Zilan was still covering her mouth and smiling, but when she heard this, she immediately stopped smiling.
She already knew that Feng Lin was the death doctor.
If she just appeared as the eldest child under the peony flowers, wouldn't it mean that Feng Lin knew that she was Du Qingyu's mother?
Du Zilan lowered her head and felt a little short of breath.
It’s over!
It's over!
"I've heard that we were all killers in the past, so we naturally know the name of the death doctor."
Zhang Yuhe said with a smile, "It's just a good time to have a chat when we meet."
"Okay! Okay! Hang up first, I'm already here."
Zheng Wenwen said with a smile.
"good!"
Zhang Yuhe hung up the phone.
Wei Wei, who was sitting in the back row, burst out laughing.
"Stop laughing! Miss, what's wrong with you?"
Zhang Yuhe looked at Du Zilan next to him.
"I...Aunt Zhang, can I hide my identity?"
Du Zilan's expression was a little awkward, "It's enough for you and Aunt Wei to hold things together this time."
"How can this be done? After all, you are our nominal boss. If you don't show up, you are too disrespectful to the other party."
Zhang Yuhe asked calmly.
"I...I pretended to be an ordinary team member, and you said that the boss was seriously injured and was recovering at home, so you wanted to wash your hands."
Du Zilan's smile was a little embarrassed.
"Xiao Du, what's wrong with you?" Wei Wei asked, leaning her head in front of her.
"I... will talk about it later."
Du Zilan immediately took a mask under a peony flower and put it on her face.
…
Feng Lin bought a plane ticket to Jiang City.
Arriving at Jiang City at exactly 12 noon.
He took a taxi and came to Lanhe's manor.
As soon as he walked in, he saw Lan He and Zheng Wenwen drinking tea.
"I'm not late, am I?"
Feng Lin walked over with a smile.
"No, they haven't arrived yet."
Lan He stood up with a smile and said.
"Old Zheng, you are fine."
Feng Lin walked towards Zheng Wenwen with a smile, thanks to Lao Zheng's reminder last time.
After all, Feng Lin owed him a favor.
"fine."
Zheng Wenwen was holding tea, and the water in the cup was shaking out.
