When Tang Zhangwei and Fei Xuechun found the tycoon Zhang Di'an, the tycoon Zhang Di'an was in Xianrentai

Talk about tea with the old Zen master Zhixian.

Tang Zhangwei asked the tycoon Zhang Di'an and said, "What do you think of the case of Yang Rongxi and Ling Daozi's ex-wife Miao Matcha?" ”

The tycoon Zhang Di'an said: "Lord Wei Zhuang has a judgment, I don't dare to make a blind assertion. ”

Tang Zhangwei said: "Do you think that Miao matcha, who has a hot body, Ling Daozi's ex-wife Miao matcha has indeed been wronged?" ”

The tycoon Zhang Di'an said: "These are the general's answers, the general's answer must be the wisest, and Weichen does not dare to compete with the general for wisdom and glory." ”

Tang Zhangwei said: "Yang Rongxi helped you at the beginning, and now you answer like this, you are really a bit of a chicken thief." ”

The tycoon Zhang Di'an said: "The general is asking the answer in my heart, not my friendship with Yang Rongxi, in fact, Yang Rongxi and I are not only friends, but also competitors, it is not surprising that I answer like this." ”

Tang Zhangwei said: "Your answer is a chicken thief, and now people are becoming more and more lacking in responsibility, and people don't want to take any responsibility at all." ”

Zhang Di'an, the tycoon, said: "That's because after weighing it, people feel that they are more cunning and can fight for more benefits for themselves." ”

The body and arms swing up and down excitedly. "A few days! Shit! Richard, this cloud has been with you for three weeks! Since your father was murdered! After George died, I never saw you again. Where did you go? I've been looking for you. It's harder to find you when you're not going to show up than it is to find a lost bug in the barn! ”

"I've been busy. Raise your hands high and put them on. Richard slipped the one-piece robe off Zod's raised hand and helped him pull it down to his feet.

"Busy! Too busy to even look up at the sky? Shit, Richard, do you know where this cloud is coming from? Zod's eyes widened, his eyes full of concern, and his raised eyebrows squeezed into a wrinkle on his forehead.

"Stop scolding," said Richard, "I'd say from Dahara." ”

Zod's arm pointed to the sky again. "Dahara! Yes! Very good, my child! Tell me, how do you know? Is it its texture? Or is it dense? Zod became even more excited, squirming as he straightened his robes.

"Neither. This is an assumption I got from other sources. Zod, as I said earlier, we have guests. ”

"Yes, yes, I've heard that." He shook his hand to indicate that it didn't matter. "Something else, you say."

He rubbed his chin with his thumb and forefinger. His hazel eyes lit up. "That's very good, indeed! So do you already know that that's a really bad thing? Oh, yes, of course you do. He said, answering his own questions. Why are you sweating? He measured Richard's forehead with his wizened fingers. You have a fever," he announced loudly. "Did you bring anything to eat?"

Richard had already taken out an apple, and he knew that Zod must be hungry. Zod was hungry all the time. The old man bit the apple fiercely, as if he had a deep hatred for it.

"Zod, please listen to me. I'm in trouble and I need your help. ”

Zord chewed the apple as he put his skinny finger on Richard's forehead and rolled his eyelids with his thumb. Leaning forward, Zod leaned closer to Richard to examine his eye, then the other eye as well.

"I've been listening to you, Richard." He grabbed Richard's wrist and took his pulse. "I also agree, you're in trouble. Three hours, maybe four or a little more, and you'll lose consciousness. ”

Karen looked worried. Zod knew about fever and other things, and Richard couldn't remember any mistakes in his previous claims about such kinds. Ever since Richard woke up from the shiver in the morning, his legs and feet felt very weak. He sensed that his symptoms were getting worse. "Can you help me?"

"Perhaps, but it depends on what causes it. Now, don't continue to be rude, it's time to introduce your girlfriend. ”

"Zod, this is my friend, Karen Amuel..."

The old man stared at him. "Oh, so am I wrong? She's not a girl anymore? Zod laughed loudly. Rejoicing in his ruse, he walked slowly up to Karen, bowed dramatically to his waist, raised her hand, kissed her gently, and said, "Zodmuse zu Zollund, your humble servant, my dear lady. He straightened up to look at her face. When their eyes met, his smile disappeared and his eyes widened. His eager expression turned to anger. He immediately let go of her hand, as if suddenly he realized that it was a poisonous snake in his hand. Zod turned to Richard.

"What are you doing with this creature?"

Karen's expression was calm and indifferent. Richard was stunned. "Zod..."

"Did she touch you?"

"Well, I—" Richard tried to remember how many times she had touched him, but Zod interrupted him again.

"No, of course not. I could tell she wasn't yet. Richard, do you know what she is? He turned to her.

"She's a..."

Karen gave Zod a cold look, the warning and threat contained in his gaze that made him seem to freeze in place.

Richard kept his voice calm, but firm. "I know very well what she is: she is my friend. A friend saved my life yesterday so that I wouldn't be killed like my father, and then saved me from the claws of a monster called Gaka. Karen's expression relaxed. The old man stared at her for a moment, then turned to Richard. "Zod, Karen is my friend. We had a lot of troublesome things and needed to help each other. ”

Zod stood quietly for a moment, staring into Richard's eyes. He nodded, "Trouble, indeed." ”

"Zod, we need your help." Karen walked over and stood beside him. "We don't have a lot of time." Zod didn't seem to want at all, but Richard continued to speak, looking into Zod's eyes.

"Yesterday, after I met her, a quadripartite team sniped her. The other team will be there soon. He saw what he said he was expecting: for a moment, the eyes of hatred softened into deep sympathy and understanding.

Zod looked at Karen as if he were seeing her for the first time. The two looked at each other for a moment. The mention of the Quartet sent a pained look on Karen's face. Zod stepped forward and wrapped his long slender arms around her protectively, letting her head rest on his shoulder. She stretched out her hand and gratefully hugged him back, burying her head in his robes so that they would not see her tears.

(End of chapter)