Lan Yaoshi and Taoist Master Dong Lin walked side by side, and looked at the staircase wall covered with advertisements, and couldn't help but smile.
"Pharmacist, why are you laughing?" Taoist Master Donglin asked confused.
"They say that Qingfeng accounts for half of Jianghu sect's assets. Today I found out that it's Donglin who is proficient in everything and can do everything." Lan Yaoshi gave a thumbs up.
Hey, Taoist Master Dong Lin laughed, and suddenly realized that Lan Yaoshi was laughing at him for caring for a mortal woman, and his face turned red for a moment.
Kuang Yunni pretended not to hear, but the faint smile on her lips showed that with her hearing, she would not miss a word.
He is also the leader and the richest one, but it is difficult to retaliate against Lan Yaoshi, who is relied upon by the leader of the alliance. What's more, the couple eats, lives, and retreats with the leader of the alliance.
Rolling his eyes, Taoist Master Dong Lin smiled proudly. He glanced around to make sure no one saw him, then he spread his palm out and put it in front of Lan Yaoshi.
"What is this?" Lan Yaoshi was very surprised. Just as he stretched out his hand to touch it, Taoist Master Dong Lin retracted and said with a proud smile: "Don't move, this is a treasure."
"What exactly is it?" Lan Yaoshi An couldn't help but be curious.
"Spiritual Plate!"
Taoist Master Dong Lin muttered in his ears and explained its functions one by one, which made Master Lan feel itchy.
"The alliance leader's personal treasure, even though it is only for temporary use, also represents his trust in us." Taoist priest Donglin continued to show off.
snort!
Lan Yaoshi rolled down his sleeves and strode to catch up with Ding Fan, who was climbing up the stairs with Feng Mingchuan.
Taoist priest Dong Lin laughed, followed a few steps, pretending to be confused and said: "Pharmacist, why are you walking so fast? You are not as familiar with this place as I am."
The Sudanese family lived on the top floor of the seventh floor. Feng Mingchuan traveled in and out of luxury cars. The villa at home had an indoor elevator. He climbed up to the seventh floor so hard that his lungs were on fire from exhaustion.
However, both the old and the young walked briskly, as if they were stepping on the clouds. Fengmingchuan could not be pretentious and climbed to the seventh floor with one breath.
So strenuous!
After finally stopping, the door on the seventh floor couldn't be knocked open. Feng Mingchuan whistled in his throat and took out his cell phone, "I, I'll let someone come up and open the door."
Ding Fan didn't say anything. He sensed it with his spiritual consciousness and asked, "Is there another layer above it?"
ah?
Feng Mingchuan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered that this place was a seven-plus-one structure, with a small attic and an open-air balcony upstairs, connected internally, and with doors on the outside.
"Yes, yes, the old man likes to bask in the sun, maybe on the roof."
Feng Mingchuan nodded, and as a last resort followed Ding Fan up another floor.
The door was still locked, but there was a lot of noise inside, which seemed to be the sound of tables and chairs falling down.
"Dandan, I'm mom!" An old and anxious voice said.
"I'm not stupid. I know who you are and I get annoyed when I see you. Why don't you die!"
Su Dan's roaring voice.
Ding Fan winked, and Taoist Priest Donglin stepped forward, holding his hand like a fist, and punched through with a bang.
Feng Mingchuan's face turned cold. He was right not to ask the bodyguard to follow him. It was embarrassing in front of the master.
The door opened and Ding Fan strode in. This was the attic, but it was kept spotlessly clean. The stairs were also equipped with an automatic up and down device. It was obvious that Su Dan had put in the effort.
The noise came from the open-air balcony. Ding Fan turned around and walked over. There was a space of ten square meters, semi-enclosed so that no one could fall in. It was surrounded by vegetable boxes and various flowers.
At this moment, a white-haired old man was grabbed by the neck and held down on the balcony, his gray hair dancing wildly in the wind, and an old crutch lying across the ground.
The perpetrator, Su Dan, was still cursing: "It's all because of you, it's all because of you!"
Ding Fan's face darkened, he grabbed the ball in the air, and then swung it. Su Dan was thrown out uncontrollably and hit the railing, making a clang sound and causing some fine dust to fall.
Kuang Yunni also hurried over and helped the old man, while Lan Yaoshi put the crutch in her hand.
"Who are you? Don't hurt my daughter!"
The old lady pushed Kuang Yunni away, put the crutch in her hand, and made a desperate gesture.
Su Dan calmed down a lot. This scene made her burst into tears. She curled up on the ground and covered her face, crying bitterly.
"Old madam, my name is Ding Fan, and I'm here to see Su Dan." Ding Fan said softly.
The old lady looked suspicious, and Su Dan struggled to stand up, "Mom, you don't have to be afraid, you are my friend."
"Then why do I still beat you?" The old lady didn't let go of the crutch in her hand.
Looking at the marks on her mother's neck, Su Dan slapped herself twice, fell to her knees, crawled over, hugged the old lady's legs, and cried: "Mom, I'm so vicious, you just treat me like a child for nothing."
Come on!"
The old man's eye circles were also red. He rubbed Su Dan's head and choked out: "Dan Dan, mom is not in good health, which is dragging you down. It's a pity that God won't accept me and let us two suffer."
"Mom, hit me, hit me! I can't control myself, I'm sorry for you!"
"If I hit you, wouldn't it hurt me?"
The mother and daughter held each other's hands and cried. The scene was so emotional that Feng Mingchuan and others looked sideways.
Taoist Master Dong Lin brought a chair. Ding Fan asked the old man to sit down first, then he sat down and said tentatively: "Old madam, I have brought a doctor to treat Su Dan. Do you want to go back and rest first?"
No!
But the old lady categorically shook her head and refused, her dim eyes full of tears, "I know whether she is good or bad even if she sheds the flesh from my own body. If you can cure me, old lady, I will give you all the money in my bankbook."
, I thank you. It can’t be cured..."
The old lady glanced at her daughter and smiled sadly: "If it can't be cured, it doesn't matter. I will accompany her when she leaves. God arranged for me to send her away first. I, I..."
The old lady's lips twitched and she waved her hands, speechless.
mom!
Su Dan couldn't stop crying and kept saying sorry.
Ding Fan nodded and motioned to Pharmacist Lan to check Su Dan's condition first, while he chatted with the old lady about daily life: "Old lady, please don't be mentally burdened. Su Dan is very filial, but he is sick here, oppressing his nerves, and his body is..."
Becoming very manic."
oh!
The old lady suddenly understood, and there was a bit of relief in her expression. It was not just that her daughter disliked her for being a burden.
"Yes, yes, I just can't control my irritability. I usually just yell at my mother a few words, but this time, I didn't expect it." Su Dan interjected.
Lan Yaoshi stopped him with his eyes, stopped talking, and continued to take the pulse.
It's normal for Su Dan to have this condition, and the reason is that he didn't take medicine.
Therefore, she always waits until she has symptoms before taking medicine. She may not be thinking that her life will come to an end after sending her old mother away, but she may also be afraid that she will cause violence to her mother.
An angry look appeared on Ding Fan's face. Lian Ming was so vicious. He took advantage of people's shortcomings and weaknesses, painted white things into black, and turned good things into evil!
When Su Dan saw Ding Fan was angry, he thought it was because of himself, so he lowered his head and shut his mouth.