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Chapter Thirteen Despicable

The crowbar chops down, and the icicles respond

Ordinary icicles would have broken at this moment, but not only did this icicle not break, but it also caused sparks when it collided with the crowbar! This made the boss very puzzled.

The icicle started dripping. The boss didn't notice it, he was just focused on killing Feng Lan.

As he was beating, the boss started to chuckle, "Very good, he will be cornered soon, hehe, when the time comes..."

Feng Lan spit out another ice soul silver needle from his mouth and flew towards the boss's face.

The boss was ecstatic, hehe, it seems that he has run out of tricks and is trying his old tricks again? It’s no use, watch me hide again

It was a good opportunity. Feng Lan took advantage of his profile and moved in the opposite direction to get past him.

Eh? The boss hit it with a crowbar and it hit him!

Feng Lan rolled over and rolled more than one meter away. Hiss, ah, it really hurts. There was a burning pain on his back. It must have been broken. How can I explain it when I get home?

Before Feng Lan could react, the boss rushed forward again and threw it! It was not even close! Feng Lan quickly backed away.

Asking for beanbags, Feng Lan suddenly realized, why should I do this? Throw it away, I’m going to fight!

Seeing that he was about to rush forward, Feng Lan thought to himself: Fight, use all your strength to fight against the crowbar.

Even now, he has seen the pride on the boss's face. Huh, he feels the energy. At the same time, he stretches his feet under the boss's legs.

The boss noticed, huh? Want to trip me up? Wishful thinking

The boss is stable, so Feng Lan cannot trip him up. His real purpose is...

"Stab!" Feng Lan shouted

Huh? Is this kid crazy?

A water column rushed out from Feng Lan's instep and flew vertically upwards at a constant speed. At the same time, ice formed on the top. By the time it reached the big gear, the speed was already very high.

"Ah!!!!" The boss is indeed the boss, his screams are louder than those of the younger brother.

The blood on Feng Lan's back had seeped into his shirt. He walked towards the boss sinisterly and raised the icicle in his hand.

"Ha! Who gave you the courage to tie her up, Liang Jingru?"

"Despicable, ah!"

The boss fainted

Feng Lan also dealt with the two younger brothers.

He took out Zhuge Xin's senior phone. It was a Nokia phone. It couldn't connect to 4G and couldn't play games. It had very good performance and a very sexy appearance. It only had one advantage - it was hard, as hard as a real man.

If you drop other mobile phones on the ground, you are afraid of breaking the screen. If this phone falls on the ground, you are afraid of being compensated.

There was no problem making a call. Feng Lan pressed out a string of phone numbers.

, not 110, obviously it must be related to these three people being able to come out so quickly. Okay, you are very brave.

"Hey, are you doing the crime crackdown..."

The Anti-Crime Office has already intervened in the investigation. Feng Lan and Zhuge Xin went to take notes and then came back. They went to the hospital to treat their wounds on the way. It was already 20:00 when they arrived at the principal's house.

"What a horse! You are so brave, Zhuge Xin!" Uncle Zhuge was furious.

"Uncle, don't hit him, he is still injured."

When Feng Lan saw this, he quickly came out to stop him. When Zhuge Sheng heard this, he stopped taking off his shoes. Feng Lan saw that it was effective and took advantage of the victory to pursue him.

"Besides, we are acting bravely."

"Don't mention it to me. I'll get angry if you mention it! Won't you call the police?" Zhuge Sheng began to take off his shoes again.

"Uncle, those gangsters have connections in the police station. They can't be locked up at all. If they come out, they will only retaliate more violently," Feng Lan explained calmly.

Zhuge Sheng sighed softly and put the shoes on his feet again

"You two come in and I will heal your injuries."

Uncle Zhuge opened the door curtain and walked in. Feng Lan was about to follow, but Zhuge Xin hugged him and whispered:

"Okay, I'm quite good at deceiving you. This saves me from the pain of physical abuse. I'll rely on you next time I go to an Internet cafe."

"No, just this time, besides, Internet cafes are too boring."

Feng Lan's implication was that Internet cafes are just novices, so what's the point of going there? However, Zhuge Xin misunderstood and thought that Feng Lan had never been to an Internet cafe.

"Hey, let me tell you, there are a lot of fun things in the Internet cafe. I invite you to go next time."

Feng Lan had no choice but to agree with him and go there once after the final exam.

Entering the back room, it was the place where Feng Lan woke up when she came to Zhuge's house for the first time. There was only a bed, a table, two chairs and a bookshelf in the room. It was very simple and tidy.

Zhuge Sheng mobilized his yin and yang power to treat the two children, and the results were good. There was no major movement within three days, and there was basically no problem.

"Uncle Zhuge," Feng Lan said as he put on his clothes, "How do I cultivate my abilities? I feel like I'm still useless now."

After today's battle, Feng Lan deeply realized that he was still very weak and would definitely not be able to participate in the competition, but he would definitely be able to practice based on his urine properties.

"Cultivation is actually very simple. We call the place where energy is stored the Lake of Quantity. The size of the Lake of Quantity is usually very small at first, but you already consider it a lot."

Huh?! Am I such a dick? Hehe, maybe I have the halo of the legendary protagonist. Zhuge Sheng’s praise made Feng Lan have

With a little fluttering, Zhuge Sheng continued:

"When the stored energy is full, you can absorb elemental energy from the external environment bit by bit to expand the Lake of Quantity bit by bit, but remember not to absorb too much at one time, otherwise you may explode and die."

Feng Lan nodded and said, "Oh, okay, uncle, I'm going home."

"Hey, wait a minute." Zhuge Sheng suddenly stopped Feng Lan, as if he had something else to say.

"Huh? Is there anything else?" Feng Lan asked

"Your parents went on a business trip and entrusted you to me. You can live in my house for a while." Zhuge Sheng scratched the back of his head and said.

"Huh? My mother is also on a business trip?" Feng Lan was confused. Isn't her mother a housewife? Why is she still on a business trip?

"Yes, your mother went with your father," Zhuge Sheng explained.

"Oh, okay then." Fortunately Feng Lan has been tired for a day, otherwise he would have noticed something

Zhuge Sheng said: "There is another room next to Xin's room. You can stay there. There is a disposable toothbrush in the bathroom, and there are new cups and towels in the cabinet. You go and wash up first, and I will make your bed later."

I'm sorry, you want me to stay here permanently. Feng Lan didn't write much, so he just answered and went to wash up.

He didn't notice Zhuge Sheng's sigh. Zhuge Sheng took a new quilt from the closet and spread it on Feng Lan.

Feng Lan was so sleepy that she fell asleep and even forgot to take off her socks.

On the rooftop, a lonely figure leaned on the edge and smoked a cigarette. He took a deep breath and blew out a smoke ring. The smoke ring gradually dissipated. Zhuge Sheng noticed the starry sky tonight. There was no wind tonight, and there was only one star in the sky next to the moon.

A star shines lonely

"dad"

Zhuge Xin appeared at the stairs

"You're not telling the truth. Feng Lan's parents didn't go on a business trip at all, right?"

"call"

Zhuge Sheng didn't answer immediately. He took another puff of cigarette, blew out a circle under his eyes, and watched the smoke ring dissipate in the air.

"There are some things that you shouldn't know. Well, it's getting late. Go home and sleep."

Zhuge Sheng said, and threw the remaining half of the cigarette from the rooftop.

"Wow, Dad, you are throwing objects at high altitude and giving a random random passerby a Mediterranean perm."

"You are the only one who talks a lot"

"Dad, I am stating an objective fact. This is not called talking too much."

"I'm telling you, you won't be able to escape from today's beating. I'll take care of you when you're better in two days."

"Dad, I was wrong"




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