The Magic City, a private royal palace, Box 1.

Since Zheng Tianyang hung up the video, he leaned back in the chair, stretched out his hand to rub his eyebrows, and sighed as if he were nothing.

"This man will always be so ......"

Zhan Feifei couldn't help but look at Zheng Tianyang's eyes with infatuation, and couldn't think of a description for a while, so he silently turned his wine glass over and poured the 44-year-old Tesskar whiskey.

If it weren't for the fact that this Dragon Lord made a phone call directly to the ghost matchmaker, Zheng Tianyang would not have revealed that there was still a ghost matchmaker present when he got the Five Emperors money, as well as the strange reaction of the other party.

The dragon lord is about to fall into the pit, and he will go to the soup for him and be a pawn to explore the way, which is really ......

「…… There is the danger of mountains and rivers in the heart, and the depth of the city in the chest."

Under Zhan Feifei's obsessive gaze,

Zheng Tianyang stretched out his hand to pick up the wine glass, played with it in his hand, and took a sip from time to time, his mind didn't know where to go, anyway, he didn't look at Zhan Feifei.

The door opened, and the Dragon Lord walked in.

He walked straight back to his original position and sat down, rolled up his sleeves and stretched out his palm, and wiped the set of Five Emperor coins across a centimeter or two, with a look of regret and reluctance on his face, he closed the lid with a "snap" and pushed the ancient silver box back in front of Zheng Tianyang.

Zhan Feifei showed an angry face, and Zheng Tianyang chuckled, "Old Dragon, what do you say? Don't dare to take it?"

"Don't dare!"

The Dragon Lord replied honestly, withdrew his hand, and sighed: "Mr. Zheng, I have been practicing diligently recently, and the dragon is not a dragon, don't mention it, you still call me an old turtle."

As soon as these words came out, self-cultivation such as Zheng Tianyang twitched a little, and Zhan Feifei was stunned and couldn't express her anger.

This dragon lord is quite proficient in the way of learning and selling, and he is even more proficient in self-humiliation and humiliation.

It is not unreasonable to be able to walk among heroes, heroes, heroes, and tycoons from all walks of life, all the way to seventy or eighty, and still be able to show up and eat deliciously.

Zhan Feifei admired him for three points and disdained for seven points, no longer looking at him, but stood up and stared at Zheng Tianyang deadly.

"Heavenly."

"What do you say?"

Zheng Tianyang said lightly, "What did you say? The murderer died, and he didn't die?"

Zhan Feifei's expression was cold: "Do you know who I'm talking about?"

"Magic City Ruri?"

Zheng Tianyang shook his head and said, "Since Lao Long doesn't dare to take it here, for the sake of my son's death, I will personally ask to come to the door."

"If she takes it, I will accept her affection, how much money it wants, and what conditions, I will promise her."

"If she doesn't answer, it's just to get angry about the pain of losing her child, contact three or five friends, and cut off her business."

"What else?"

The more bland Zheng Tianyang's tone became, the more violent Zhan Feifei's chest rose and fell, and he yelled, "I want her dead!"

Zheng Tianyang frowned: "Why?"

Zhan Feifei shed tears, took on her eye makeup, and gritted her teeth: "If she hadn't provoked Zheng Zha, in order to smash her field, how could Zheng Zha have an accident?" ap.

"Now that my son is dead, why is she alive and well?"

"I'm not going to leave it at that."

Zhan Feifei's words came out, and a well-maintained face with exquisite makeup was distorted, as hideous as a ghost.

Zheng Tianyang unabashedly showed disgust.

This angered Zhan Feifei even more, she snatched the wine glass from Zheng Tianyang's hand, poured it down, and then slapped the wine glass on the table.

"Bang!"

"Zheng Tianyang!"

Zhan Feifei said calmly and almost coldly from her expression, to her expression, to her voice, from anger to her peak:

"Back then, I was alone and insisted on giving birth to Zheng Zhe."

"Now, I alone can avenge my son."

Zheng Tianyang picked up the wine glass, looked at the lip prints dyed on it, and was unmoved by Zhan Feifei's words.

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Fei Fei took one last look at him, turned and walked to the bathroom, and threw down a sentence:

"I'm sorry, you two are on your own."

"I'm going to touch up my makeup."

watched her walk into the bathroom, and within a few seconds, there was a "bang" sound inside, like glass shattering.

The Dragon Lord looked at Zheng Tianyang and asked, "Why don't you go in and have a look?"

Zheng Tianyang picked up the tissue, wiped the lip prints on the wine glass, shook his head and said, "No, I understand her."

The lip prints were wiped clean, Zheng Tianyang was still frowning, and it seemed that he still felt that he couldn't wipe it clean, so he simply changed a wine glass......

Bathroom.

Zhan Feifei stood in front of the half-shattered mirror, picked up a piece of broken glass, and scratched it on her fingers, blood beads poured out.

As if she didn't feel the pain at all, she slowly and forcefully, following the lines of her lips, smearing the blood on her lips.

I looked in the mirror, and it was red, pure, like a fire burning.

Zhan Feifei smiled with satisfaction.

Flaming red lips, nothing more than this.

When she walked out of the bathroom, she had already regained her delicate makeup, especially the red lips, which were dripping red like blood.

"Heavenly Cultivation, Dragon King."

"I still have guests, and I'm gone."

Zhan Feifei smiled apologetically at the two of them, turned around and walked out of Box 1.

Flowers bloom in a smile,

Walking swaying,

Zhan Feifei, the queen of the night scene, is like a black dahlias, blooming arbitrarily.

"Tsk!"

Zhan Feifei walked out of the box, and the Dragon King retracted his gaze and sat down next to Zheng Tianyang.

"Her hand hurts."

"I see it."

"My heart is ruthless."

The Dragon Lord chuckled, but what he said was heart-wrenching: "I said, why did you invite me to play this play?"

"Dare to love, you want to provoke her to death."

A "acting" was a shock.

The two people present are both in the play, so the clouds are light and light.

Zheng Tianyang didn't refute, and said lightly: "Yes, I just want to provoke her to die."

"Wasn't you seeing her viciousness and madness?"

The Dragon Lord thought about it and nodded slowly.

Maybe he drank too much wine, and another glass of whiskey, Zheng Tianyang's words gradually increased:

"When our son died, this woman was already insane."

"She only got one thing right."

The Dragon Lord asked playfully, "Which one?"

"My son is dead, why is she alive?"

For the first time, strong emotions appeared on Zheng Tianyang's face, and hatred surged like a tide.

This "she" is obviously not the magic capital Liuli.

"If she hadn't taught her son to be that ghost,

I will raise Zheng Tianyang, and I will not cut off my children and grandchildren!"

"I want her dead!"

"Shhh

The Dragon Lord gasped and couldn't help but move his ass to the side.

The same "I want her to die", the same hideous face, in a trance, the faces of Zheng Tianyang and Zhan Feifei in the Dragon King's mind coincided.

He had only one thought in his heart: not a family, not a family.

In terms of viciousness, these two males and mothers, half a catty and eight taels, no one can say anyone.

Zheng Tianyang's emotional exposure was only momentary.

He just closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he returned to normal, and asked lightly, "Old Dragon, what you just said is true?"

They're not exactly acting, either.

The Dragon King waved his hand again and again: "Just call me the old turtle."

Zheng Tianyang: "......"

The Dragon Lord sighed: "I really don't dare to look, I don't dare to divide, I don't dare to count."

"The old blind man packed his bags and ran away, and he used eye exercises to smash me, I can't really hit my head on a rock."

"I don't dare."

Zheng Tianyang frowned: "Don't you test it?"

The Dragon Lord chuckled and said, "I tried, aren't you waiting for the result?"

He took out his ipone from his sackcloth robe, dialed the number, and hung up after connecting.

A minute later, there was a knock on the box door.

"Come in."

The dragon lord shouted, the door opened, and a young man wearing Google glasses walked in.

The Dragon Lord asked, "How's it going?"

The young man replied, "A suitable candidate has been screened through the self-media group of the whole Demon Capital, and I will have a "chance meeting" with the Demon Capital Liuli tomorrow."

The Dragon Lord asked again, "Foolproof?"

The young man lifted his glasses, and his tone was unmistakable: "Foolproof!"

The Dragon Lord waved his hand, looked at Zheng Tianyang, and said with a smile: "Temptation, you can't leave your tail, otherwise you will be followed and touched, and the tail will be grabbed, and the turtle shell will be useless."

Zheng Tianyang watched the young man walk out of the box, and then looked at the proud appearance of the Dragon King, speechless for a while.

Is this something to do with a turtle?

Or is it addicted to self-humiliation?

"What if the result is tried?" Zheng Tianyang asked.

"The good ones are bad."

The Dragon King shrugged his shoulders: "Needless to say, start looking for your son's dragon point, water and land dojo, and do a lot of things."

Zheng Tianyang asked, "What about the bad words?"

"Not good?"

The Dragon King's shrugged shoulders fell:

"I'll run too!"

Zheng Tianyang: "......"

The Dragon Lord got up and walked towards the outside of the box: "Go to rest, go and go back to pack your luggage."

Before leaving the box, he glanced at the bright red stained on the doorknob, and sighed, "What a sin!"

In the Dragon King's mind, the black dahlia and the flaming red lips resurfaced.

"Wow, Flaming Red Lips!"

"It's beautiful!"

Liu Li hugged the pillow, shrunk on the sofa barefoot, and saw Xiao Jiu coming up with fruit, his eyes were shining.

It's not the fruit, it's Xiao Jiu's lips that have turned red, and he grabbed Xiao Jiu and asked, "Where did you buy your lipstick?" What's the brand? What's the shade?"

Xiao Jiu was a little stunned by the question, and was stunned for a moment before he reacted, crying and laughing: "Old, boss, I'm not lipstick."

"Not lipstick?"

Liu Li was a little unconvinced.

"Well, it's cinnabar blood."

Xiao Jiu sat next to Liu Li and began to popularize science: "The ancestral rule of our Lin family, if the women in the family participate in the white affair that day, they belong to the yin, and then they are dyed with yin, so we are required to use cinnabar blood to dot our lips and take a little bit of righteousness and yang to destroy evil."

"Cinnabar blood is made by mixing heart blood with cinnabar."

Liu Li didn't understand, so he asked, "Cinnabar, I understand, my heart is bloody?"

"It's fingertip blood." Xiao Jiu showed Liu Li the middle finger of his right hand, and when he got closer and looked closer, he could only vaguely see a hole the size of a needle tip, which had healed.

Liu Li touched his chin, carefully looked at Xiao Jiu's lips, and said enviously, "It's not bad."

Xiao Jiu solemnly and said seriously, "Boss, you can't just use the blood of your fingertips, you must reconcile the cinnabar."

"Or else?"

"The blood in the heart leads to the fire in the heart, the resentment is overwhelming, the hatred is lingering, and there will be a disaster of blood and light."

"That's ......."

Liu Li looked like "I'll listen", obviously not taking it to heart.

Xiao Jiu couldn't cry or laugh, and honestly took out a small porcelain box the size of a watch dial and that shape and offered it: "Boss, this is what I adjusted myself, for you."

Liu Li accepted it unceremoniously and said happily, "Then you're welcome, maybe you can use it tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?"

"yes, I might have to go tomorrow, and I haven't decided whether to go or not?"

Liu Li rubbed the pillow in his arms vigorously, and said irritably, "Hey, the college reunion, it's annoying."

Xiao Jiu was confused and asked tentatively, "Boss, don't you want to go?"

Liu Li shook his head and said, "I want to go, the whole dormitory has gone, and I haven't seen them for a long time."

"That ......"

"Damn, I said I wanted to bring my family!!

Liu Li smashed the pillow as the organizer of the class reunion, "I'm so angry, where did I come from?"

Xiao Jiu spread his hands, saying that he couldn't help.

When Liu Li was almost depressed, Xiao Jiu continued, "Boss, you may not be able to walk away tomorrow."

"How?"

"Another client has arrived."

"Customer, who?"

"A little Internet celebrity whose ID becomes beautiful and beautiful."