At the end of the iron fan, only ten tail pins as thin as cicada wings were seen popping out.

Those who know Gongziyu will know that this person also has a title called Smiling Tiger.

He often has a smile on the corner of his mouth, but this son is vicious.

A few days ago, just because the little sister of the hotel looked at him more, these ten bee needles all stabbed her eyes.

But what happened?

The person in charge of the hotel dares to be angry?

Why?

It's just because of this Gongziyu's family background.

Even the so-called four major chambers of commerce in Qinghai City are just ants in front of his son-in-law.

Such a big man has now made Zhang Zifeng so humiliated, and it seems natural for him to have murderous intentions.

The ten-tailed bee needles came out silently and stabbed directly at Zhang Zifeng.

Zhang Zifeng sneered, waved out with one hand, and the slender bones were distinct, and the five fingers shuttled back and forth, and in an instant, ten tail needles entered the palm.

"What?" Gongziyu's face changed.

Zhang Zifeng sneered, "Don't rely on a little ability, you just pretend to force me, and give it back to you!" ”

Zhang Zifeng threw it casually, and Gongzi Yu threw the iron fan and needed to block it.

I only heard the nine sound of the tail needle blocked, but there was still a needle that did not appear.

"Here, don't look at it," Zhang Zifeng instantly sneaked up with the tail needle in his hand.

"Poof!"

The beetail needle penetrated Gongziyu's arm, and his face instantly changed color at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it was clear that the needle was highly poisonous.

Seeing this, Zhang Zifeng said leisurely, "If you do too much injustice, you will kill yourself, big star, let's go and go home." ”

Shen Xixi nodded, grabbing Zhang Zifeng's arm with a scared expression, like a frightened deer, but a little cute.

If it weren't for Zhang Zifeng's highly poisonous hands, he would definitely have to tease Shen Xixi.

Back at the company, Zhang Zifeng carefully took a basin of water and quickly cleaned the poison in his hands, but because of time, Zhang Zifeng's palm was obviously black at this time.

"What is the origin of this poison, it is so poisonous?" Zhang Zifeng was frightened.

You must know that this guy's body is not as simple as being strong, and because his bloodline inherits the terrible genes of the family, it can almost be said that it is invincible.

Now I see the black palm of my hand, this is the first time.

At first, Zhang Zifeng only felt a burning sensation in his palm, but soon this feeling disappeared.

And just after Zhang Zifeng carefully disposed of the hand sanitizer, he was about to go back to the office to sleep, when suddenly a huge hand grabbed him behind him.

……

Gongziyu's face was dark, but it wasn't caused by the poison.

It's because of Zhang Zifeng.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, with a bare white and strong upper body, I saw that after he completely discharged the poison with the blood, he slowly opened his eyes.

Suddenly, a chill burst out of his body.

The subordinate outside the door said, "Young master, are you sure you want to do this, if this matter is known to the family, I'm afraid it will ......"

"Huh?" Gongzi Yu glared coldly at his subordinates outside the door, so frightened that he knelt on the ground with a puff, trembling.

He knew very well how terrible his methods were, the young master who had served for several years.

One of his five tigers can be easily broken, let alone their grassroots?

"Tell my father, just say that I met a master in Qinghai City and want to poke and poke with him, and the return trip needs to be extended."

"Yes," his subordinates didn't dare to raise their heads, and fled the room with a crawl, as if he was not Gongziyu, but a tiger that eats people and does not spit out bones.

It's just that now the tiger can't laugh anymore, on the contrary, he is very angry, and the consequences are serious.

……

The huge hand grabbed Zhang Zifeng's shoulder, but it was cut off by Zhang Zifeng's volley on the way.

Because Zhang Zifeng doesn't like to be touched on the shoulder, as a perennial knife licking blood, he is even more reluctant to be touched from behind.

Looking back, Zhang Zifeng realized that this person was Zeng Aniu's adopted son, "Zeng Xiaoman." ”

Zeng Xiaoman said, "My father wants me to give this to you." ”

I only saw that it was the "forging technique" that countless people coveted. ”

Zhang Zifeng couldn't help frowning, and said, "What do you mean by your father, I said that I wouldn't accept your apprentice." ”

And this Zeng Xiaoman is older than himself, isn't he old when he says it?

"My father said, he just wants to give it to you, others don't give it, do you want it, don't I can lose it."

Zhang Zifeng was a little confused by the second monk, and he didn't know what Zeng Aniu was planning.

After taking a look, he understood.

I only saw Zeng Aniu writing a line of words crookedly, "The old man's time is running out, Xiaoman is inconvenient to keep this thing, the Zeng family's forging technique can't be cut off here with the old man, I hereby give it to you, no matter whether the little brother is using it in the future or something else, I can rest assured." ”

sighed, Zhang Zifeng knew that this Zeng Aniu was playing the emotional card for himself?

"Your father is not afraid that I will sell it?" Zhang Zifeng raised his eyebrows.

Zeng Aniu didn't reply, but was waiting for Zhang Zifeng to reply.

"Where's your father?" Zhang Zifeng said.

"My father is in the pharmacy, he has a cold and fatigue," Zeng Xiaoman, who knew nothing, said.

"But the hearts of parents in the world, what kind of sin did I, Zhang Zifeng, know, your father, let's go, take me to see."

Just returned to the company before he had time to rest, Zhang Zifeng left with the honest Zeng Xiaoman.

When I came to the medicine jar that Zeng Xiaoman said, it was actually a dilapidated Chinese medicine hall in the slums of Qinghai City.

"Uncle, are you playing this emotional card well," the voice had already come in before the person entered the door.

Lying on the yellowed black recliner, it was Zeng Aniu, who was getting thinner and thinner.

When he saw Zhang Zifeng, who was holding a cigarette in his mouth and smiling bitterly at the corner of his mouth, walked in, Zeng Aniu wanted to get up, but he was held down by the old man on the side and said, "Don't move, move more, live one minute less." ”

Zeng Aniu ignored the ridicule of his old friend, but smiled and said to Zhang Zifeng who came over, "The old man knows that the little brother will come." ”

"How? When will you die! ”

The old man was stunned for a moment, muttered in his mouth, but still left under the drive of Zeng Aniu.

"Dad, what's the death?" Zeng Xiaoman was puzzled.

"It's okay, Xiaoman, you go out and guard first, I have something to say to your master."

Zeng Xiaoman sighed, turned around and stood at the door, he was like a strong bear, staring at the ants on the ground with dark and warm eyes, unable to take his eyes off it.

At this time, Zeng Aniu coughed quietly, and the palm of his hand opened and turned out to be blood.

Zhang Zifeng frowned and said, "Uncle, are you really sure that I am the best candidate?" ”

Carefully extinguished the cigarette, and said again, "Uncle, you have lived a lifetime, and you must know that people like me are always accompanied by the threat of death, and I can't guarantee your adopted son if you hand it over to me." ”

Zeng Aniu smiled, raised his head to look at the dusty ceiling, and sighed, "That kid should have died more than thirty years ago, but when he met me, he was alive again." ”

Speaking of this, Zeng Aniu grabbed Zhang Zifeng's arm and said with a smile, "Although this kid is a fool, believe me, he will definitely surprise you, he is a one-in-a-million martial arts wizard, he is a maxima, and you are his Bole." ”

Zeng Xiaoman squatted at the door at this time, and glanced back at Zeng Aniu from time to time.

"Gollum!"

There was a hungry protest in his stomach, and Zeng Xiaoman shouted into the house, "Dad, I'm hungry, I want to eat pimple soup." ”

"Okay, your master will take you there later," Zeng said.

"Have you figured it out?" Zhang Zifeng is colorful.

"Think about it, if something really happens to this kid in the future, I don't blame you, this is his life and his blessing."

At this time, the wisdom that carried thousands of years of increase was once again placed in Zhang Zifeng's hands, and at this moment Zhang Zifeng only felt extremely heavy.

Thinking about him Zhang Zifeng, a generation of big demon kings, a terrifying ghost in the employment world, he only wants to be a "do what he wants" when he is a man and does things. ”

Now, this unusual commission has a special feeling for him.

Zhang Zifeng walked to Zeng Xiaoman's side, Zeng Xiaoman stood up, and Zhang Zifeng, who was one meter eight and a half tall, was a head.

Zhang Zifeng patted Zeng Xiaoman's sturdy body, turned back to Zeng Aniu, and said with a rare face, "You believe me, how dare I disappoint you, uncle, Xiaoman, let's go." ”

"Dad," Zeng Xiaoman shouted.

"Eh," Zeng replied with ruddy eyes, then waved his hand, "Go ahead." ”

"Okay," Zeng Xiaoman nodded and followed Zhang Zifeng.

This farewell, Zeng Xiaoman didn't know that this parting would be a separation between heaven and man.

And Zeng Aniu would never dare to imagine that Zhang Zifeng's sentence you believe me, how dare I disappoint you, uncle, is not a simple talk.

I don't know how many years in the future, that honest and honest adopted son in Zeng Aniu's eyes, he will sit in front of Zeng Aniu's tomb, just for the sentence "Dad, I'm here!" ”

And behind him are already countless Chinese men who are followed by heroes.