The yin energy of Mei Lilac was too heavy, so it could only be placed in Jing'an room first. Ding Fan made an exception and opened the small door in the house for Leng Ling'er so that she could go in and out at any time to absorb the yin energy.
What Ding Fan looks forward to most is that Leng Ling'er can become a third-level spirit ghost as soon as possible and have the ability to carry things.
"Xiao Fan, that friend of yours has a good background! No matter where in the world he is, he is not an ordinary person who gives so many gifts casually. What does he do?" Leng Ling'er inquired cautiously.
"I don't know, I can't see through it at all." Ding Fan didn't hide anything. He remembered something and said, "By the way, there were three lilacs, but he ate one."
"He actually dares to eat Lilac?" Leng Ling'er said in shock.
"Yes, I saw it with my own eyes. He ate it directly as a cold dish, and I didn't see any special reaction from him."
"It's too scary. Only spirit ghosts of level six or above can swallow so much Yin Qi and be safe." Leng Ling'er's voice was out of tune.
"But I think he is more like a living person." Ding Fan said.
"That means he is the same as when I was alive. He is also a ghost practitioner, at least a monk above the golden elixir." Leng Ling'er judged this, but felt a little at ease. If it is a pure spirit ghost, it is probably inhumane, with only hatred and hatred in its eyes.
Killing.
Ding Fan did not mention Ling Zifeng's soulless son. This matter must be kept secret. He was very sure that if it were leaked, Ling Zifeng would kill him without any hesitation.
In short, Ling Zifeng is extremely dangerous, so it is best to have as little contact with him as possible.
Today, Ding Fan's skin is more resilient, and only he can destroy it. He took out the silver needle, pricked his finger, and gave Leng Ling'er a drop of blood, while Leng Ling'er repaid Ding Fan with a ray of yin energy.
The yin energy entered the body and it was not as uncomfortable as before. Ding Fan applied some Qiming ointment and fell asleep during the practice again.
In fact, with Mei Lilac, this kind of exchange should stop, and Ding Fan can also directly absorb the Yin Qi from Mei Lilac. But Leng Ling'er had a selfish intention and did not say that she preferred Ding Fan's kind of blood.
The feeling of blending.
When he woke up in the morning, Ding Fan met Wu Yahuan in the hall outside. She came up and asked: "Xiao Fan, where did you go after you went to the art museum yesterday?"
A flash of surprise flashed across Ding Fan's face. Ling Zifeng was so capable. He drove an ordinary car without noticing any special moves on his part and easily got rid of the Wu family's bodyguards who were following him!
Ding Fan was sure that no one was following him around at the time. He even saw the Wu family's car following him at one point, but because he was more focused on Ling Zifeng, he lost track of it and didn't notice it.
Maybe it's a blinding trick, I'm afraid only those with a level above the Golden Elixir can do it!
"After watching Lin Yu's art exhibition, I happened to be hungry, so I found a small restaurant to eat something. I had nothing to do in the afternoon, so I came back to practice." Ding Fan didn't tell the truth and couldn't pay attention to Ling Zifeng anymore.
"The bodyguards are negligent in their duties. They must be slacking off and getting paid for nothing." Wu Yahuan was angry.
"Sister Huan, I was just about to tell you that I don't need their protection anymore, I'll be fine," Ding Fan said.
"What, you think I'm supervising you?" Wu Yahuan rolled his eyes and emphasized, "Ma San and the rich family have always wanted to attack you, and you must be on guard against them. It's not you spending money, nor does it interfere with anything you do.
, just leave it alone!”
"Then, okay, I'll go to work and we'll talk in the evening!"
Ding Fan smiled and waved goodbye, and went downstairs to work. His senses were sharpened, and his driving skills had also been greatly improved. Ding Fan freely shuttled through the traffic, and soon left a row of cars behind.
When she arrived at the office and just sat down, Chi Li came in and asked where she went yesterday. She couldn't get through on her cell phone. Ding Fan reassured her that she just went to see a friend.
As soon as Chi Li left, Fang Meiqian came in and said with excitement: "Xiao Fan, I didn't get through your phone yesterday. That friend of yours actually bought Lin Yu's paintings worth one million! Not only did he make money, but Lin Yu also made money.
Confidence greatly increased!”
"Haha, my friend really liked it, and he didn't lack money, so he took three of them!" Ding Fan said with a smile.
"He was so happy that he didn't fall asleep all night. He kept nagging, saying that he would give you half of everything. I thought so too. Without your relationship, he might not be able to sell it," said Fang Meiqian.
.
"No, you all keep the money, how can I make money from my friends?" Ding Fan refused.
"Xiaofan, you have helped us so much, but you have never really repaid you." Fang Meiqian had tears in her eyes, "Actually, we don't know how to thank you."
"Sister Qian, please don't go out. Brother Lin will become famous sooner or later. My friend will not be in trouble. These three paintings will bring him rich rewards in the future. By then, I will definitely follow him and keep the money."
Let's buy a house and prepare for a satisfying wedding!" Ding Fan said.
"Xiaofan, you are our true nobleman." Fang Meiqian said sincerely.
"We're all friends!"
In fact, Ding Fan was not sure whether Ling Zifeng's purchase of Lin Yu's oil paintings had anything to do with him, but one thing was that he didn't seem to care that much about these paintings and never took them out of the trunk.
Ling Zifeng was unfathomable. He didn't expect that such a person could have a helpless life. When he thought of Ling Aotian's child, Ding Fan actually felt that he was very pitiful, and felt a little uncomfortable.
Ling Zifeng set up a magic circle in the villa for two purposes. One is to prevent others from discovering the secret, and the other is to prevent lonely ghosts from invading his children's bodies. A body without a soul is the best place for ghosts to live.
.
Ling Aotian lost all his soul, which was extraordinary. Ding Fan would never believe it if he ran away.
Someone must have taken away Ling Aotian's soul!
A person with this kind of ability can basically be described in four words: his magic power reaches the sky!
After drinking a cup of hot tea, Ding Fan no longer thought about Ling Aotian. He found some white paper and colored pens, retrieved some pictures from the Internet, and began to draw the design of Fengwu Jiutian Hotel in Jingyang City.
We should innovate while maintaining the original style of Feng Wu Jiutian, while also taking into account the Feng Shui there to strive for a perfect fit.
One million design fees were collected in advance, so Ding Fan naturally had to be worthy of his friends, give his best, and go all out!
No one bothered me, and the morning passed quickly. After lunch, Ding Fan continued to design. When he was about to get off work, he was roughly finished. He would refine it tomorrow and submit it.
At this moment, a message popped up on the phone, from Pengpeng, "Boss Ding, we get off the train at six o'clock, how can we find you?"
Pengpeng?
Ding Fan thought for a long time, slapped his forehead, it should be Jiang Yunpeng, and quickly made a note.
"Little Fatty is here too?" Ding Fan sent a message and asked.
"Well, Zhi'an is here too."
"Okay, you guys get off the car and wait, I will drive to pick you up," Ding Fan said.
"We are not familiar with the place. We are given a small hotel. The cheaper the better." Jiang Yunpeng said.