Chapter 907

Yan Zheng was speechless: "I'm not sick." ”

Fengxian said: "Mentally ill people will not admit that they are sick. You've gotten serious auditory hallucinations, and if you don't treat them, you're going to commit suicide with depression. ”

Yan Zheng: "......"

Yan Zheng felt that if he didn't give her a dose of fierceness, Fengxian might treat him as a psychopath.

"Zhan Fengxian, have you heard about the tragedy in Mingyue Village?"

The impatiens shook their heads.

A frightened expression appeared on her gorgeous and bewitching face, "Yan Zheng, what blow did you suffer?" How did you get hopelessly sick? ”

Fengxian was so anxious that she was about to cry.

Yan Zheng was a little helpless, and muttered to himself, "I forgot, you have been busy as cannon fodder in various crews these days, how can you have the leisure to care about the outside world?" ”

Yan Zheng apologized, "I didn't mean to look down on you. ”

Feng Xian muttered with a dark face: "You are a psycho, what qualifications do you have to look down on me?" ”

Yan Zheng was very depressed, "Zhan Fengxian, can you close your unpumped mouth for me?" Listen to me, okay? ”

Fengxian was stunned, and then roared angrily, "What's wrong with me being cannon fodder?" I'm cannon fodder, I'm proud. ”

During this time, Fengxian was actually looked down upon by many people. She is accustomed to the contempt and white eyes of others.

But Yan Zheng looked down on her. She felt very sad in her heart.

Yan Zheng sealed the phoenix's mouth with a ❌ yellow roll of tape. Feng Xian looked particularly funny, glaring at Yan Zheng angrily.

Yan Zheng walked to the projector again, turned on the screen, and clicked a few buttons on the remote control board at random, and a piece of news appeared on the screen.

About the tragedy of Mingyue Village.

Fengxian directly sent him two words: "Not good." ”

Yan Zheng stood up, took out the tape from the drawer, and said angrily: "You toast and don't eat and drink!" ”

Fengxian began to regret it, "I don't speak, I don't speak. Yan Zheng. Don't shut me. Woowoo woo ......"

Feng Xian nodded, but with suspicion in her eyes, she looked at Yan Zheng blankly, waiting for his next step.

She was so anxious at the moment, she wanted to know what the tragedy in Mingyue Village had to do with the Zhan family. But Yan Zheng was silent again.

Feng Xian kicked him hard in the ass with her free legs.

After Fengxian saw the news, the originally bulging bun face suddenly looked like a deflated balloon. The eyes of indignation turned to horror.

Yan Zheng turned off the news.

"See?"

"The other day. Your brother found me. He told me a piece of the secret of the warriors. ”

"Woo-woo-"

Yan Zheng exhaled heavily, and then he told the story.

Yan Zheng said, "You let me think about it, how to tell you." ”

He said that his mother, Yu Qianqian, was the daughter of Yu Nian, the commander of the last days, but was killed by the war. In that year, after the end of the World War, a mysterious organization was founded. Now that mysterious organization has come to the imperial capital, the purpose is to destroy the war family and avenge Yu Qianqian. ”

"And the murder in Mingyue Village is an early warning. Because the old man in Mingyue Village participated in the conspiracy to kill Yu Qianqian back then. ”