"That's right, you really have a lot of stuff in your heart. Let me tell you, let Uncle Liu see what is in your stomach?" Uncle Liu also took a cigarette next to him and sucked a few times, then said without wanting to be outdone.

Tang Feng rolled his eyes depressedly. He was most worried about this. Unexpectedly, he really encountered it. What else can he say now? "Haha, brother Xiao, Uncle Liu, look at what you said, aren't you all aware of the things in my belly? Why are you asking me now? "

"What, you kid means that Maitreya and I are the worms in your kid's belly, right?" Liu Bo raised his brows up, adding a little murderous aura in vain. He deserves the name of the famous Northwest Sword King on the road back then.

"Haha, misunderstanding, misunderstanding, Uncle Liu, how dare I say that, you and Brother Xiao? Don't say that, I can't bear the charge!" Tang Feng smiled bitterly with a little depressed smile and said quickly. Who told everyone here to be his elders? The god of death in the Huaxing Society, who is dominating the world and calling the wind and rain outside, is just a boy, Aze.

"Okay, let's sit down first." Old Master Sun gently smoothed out and signaled him to sit down before talking.

Xiao Maitreya had a passionate smile on her face, smiling like a blooming flower in the spring breeze, urging: "Yes, boy, sit down first, and then explain slowly after sitting down!"

"Death, we know that you have a secret on your back, but as your relatives and Rui'er's family, you must not let us tell us, right? Although these old things are useless, we still have experience in the world. These are lessons we exchanged for blood and life. We have taken detours before, and we will never want you young people to go up again. Do you understand?" The lame man, who had not spoken, smiled slightly beside him, looked at Tang Feng quietly, and said softly.

"I understand." Tang Feng's heart moved slightly and nodded with some emotion. He took a deep breath and turned his eyes around Mr. Sun, Xiaomaite, Liu Bo, and the cripple. Tang Feng had already guessed that the relationship between them and Jin Zhengyang was not simple, so he said softly without seeing each other: "Grandpa, Xiaomaite, Liu Bo, Lame, it's not that I don't know what to do, I can't understand your concern and love for me. But the relationship between this matter is too big, he."

"He is full of dangers. The more people he knows, the more dangerous it is. Especially for those who know, it is equivalent to a time bomb that can blow him into the sky at any time, so you don't want to tell us for our safety, right?" The cripple suddenly smiled slightly and interrupted Tang Feng with the excuse next to him.

Tang Feng nodded gently and smiled bitterly, "Yes." Tang Feng was not surprised that Zhao Cuzi could guess his thoughts. Who is Zhao Cuzi? The strange king! He is not only extremely experienced in the world, but also has a pair of fiery eyes and golden eyes and a delicate heart. How can Tang Feng hide this little thought from him? It is precisely because of this that Mr. Sun has sent him to stay in Japan for so many years!

"But have you ever thought about it? If you don't tell us, we are not in danger? Do you think that if you take everything alone, we old guys will be safe? Rui'er has already connected us. We are all family members who share good fortune and good fortune with you at any time. Although we old men are not capable, we can always come up with ideas for you after knowing the cart and the end of the matter. Otherwise, if something happens, you won't even have someone to discuss." Zhao Cuzi said sincerely with a faint smile in his eyes.

The smiley Maitreya, Liu Bo and even Mr. Sun next to him were looking at Tang Feng quietly, their eyes were full of expectation and encouragement. Tang Feng's nose felt sore, he took a deep breath, and forced a smile and said, "Brother Lame, you should believe my judgment. The reason why I insisted on not telling you is definitely because not telling you is more powerful than telling you. Don't worry, if something really happens to me, I believe they will never make things difficult for you. Then Ruier, Jingjie, Xiao Ruijie, and my brothers from Huaxing Society will be handed over to you and all the brothers!"

What Zhao Cuzi said makes sense, but he doesn't understand the whole story, so Tang Feng shook his head slowly and resolutely, and still doesn't say it.

"Why are you so stubborn? Are you a donkey person?" Zhao Cuzi was a little dissatisfied, and he suddenly became angry at Tang Feng. Tang Feng looked at him in confusion. Is this Zhao Cuzi okay? He didn't glar at himself normally, why did he get angry today? Could it be that he didn't tell him that he actually made him angry?

Originally, Tang Feng insisted not to tell them because he knew that Zhao Cuzi, Xiao Maitreya and other elders would understand his difficulties and know that it was for their own good. But now when he saw Zhao Cuzi, he became angry, Tang Feng was a little confused. If they really became dissatisfied with him because of this, it would be better to confess everything. What Zhao Cuzi said makes some sense. At worst, everyone can bear everything together!

Just when Tang Feng was wondering where he was, the laughing Maitreya next to him slapped his thigh hard and shouted hard: "I'll just say it, the kid, Death, he will never say it, haha, lame, you lost, take the money, get the money!"

"Haha, Aze, you really give you Uncle Liu. After so many years, Maitreya and I have hardly beaten the old guy, Crip. I didn't expect that today you helped me realize this wish. Okay, don't leave, Uncle Liu, I'll invite you to drink and have a good wine!" Uncle Liu's face also had a happy smile, and he stretched out his big hand to Zhao Nuozi beside him and said loudly: "Get the money!"

Zhao Cutezi breathed a sigh of depression, glared at Tang Feng fiercely, and said dissatisfiedly: "You kid, I Cute boy love you for nothing. I actually made me lose 200,000 in one go. I will be recorded on you afterwards. I will tell you, don't think you can't lose money!"

Tang Feng glared in disbelief. He quietly watched the three people shouting and collecting money. He couldn't help but smile and shook his head. These three old people actually used themselves as tools for betting? It's really outrageous! Alas, it's better for Mr. Sun, it's better for him, but the old man feels sorry for his grandson!

Tang Feng looked at Mr. Sun with gratitude, but he didn't know that Mr. Sun had a beard and said to Zhao Crack, who had just given Liu Bo and Xiao Maitreya money, "Okay, cripple, don't hide it, hurry up and bring it!"

Zhao Crook let out a long sigh, as if he had no strength to glare at Tang Feng. Tang Feng couldn't help but show a bitter face in his heart, and he looked at Mr. Sun with dissatisfaction and said, "Grandpa, why are you also winning money with your grandson?"

Tang Feng rarely showed such a nearly spoiled expression in front of the old man. For a moment, Mr. Sun was comforted by Lao Huai, and he smiled proudly, "Aze, don't slander grandpa. If Rui'er knew about this, then these beards that were not enough that grandpa could not be left! Grandpa didn't gamble you, and grandpa won the same good thing as your lame brother, tea!"

"Tea?" Tang Feng looked at Zhao Cuzi quietly, and saw that he seemed to have two kilograms of meat cut off by his body. He took out a box from his side bitterly, slightly opened the lid, and a faint tea fragrance suddenly rinsed out, which would not dissipate for a long time! Tang Feng couldn't help but take a deep breath and sighed: "Good tea!"

"Haha, of course it's a good tea, better than the tea I drink. The old guy, Lame, got such a good thing, only give me a little at a time, which made me very greedy. Now I can finally drink it happily. Aze, this is all your credit. You kid is really filial!" Mr. Sun laughed happily, "I'm happy today, let's all try it, try it!"

"Grandpa, what kind of tea is this?" Tang Feng frowned curiously. Although he was not particularly fond of drinking tea, Tang Feng felt that this tea represents the five thousand years of culture in the country Z, and the content contained in it is no less than a history book. So he usually likes to drink it, but he has never drunk such a tea that is light and not fragrant.

"Haha, this is the famous tribute tea in the palace back then. Immortals are drunk!" Jin Zhengyang, who had been smiling and not making a sound, suddenly said.

"Oh!" Tang Feng nodded gently, feeling puzzled by the appearance of Kim Jong-yang and now he has been watching quietly by the side. Kim Jong-yang's identity is very unusual, just as Xiao Maitreya said, if his identity was placed two hundred years ago, Tang Feng would not even have a door! Even now, Kim Jong-yang is not something that anyone can see.

Seeing Longshan taking the tea doctor specially invited by the mansion to make tea, Tang Feng couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a bitter smile. It's too joking to everyone today? In front of an outsider like Kim Jong-yang, the three old naughty boys made bets here, why did even Mr. Sun get involved? Isn't he afraid of being laughed at by others? Thinking of this, Tang Feng couldn't help but glance at Kim Jong-yang.

But he knew that Kim Jong-yang was looking at him with a smile. Seeing Tang Feng’s gaze, Kim Jong-yang immediately said to Zhao Crook, "Crack, hurry up, where is the emperor orchid that lost to me? Hurry up and have someone to send it to me!"

Tang Feng's eyes suddenly became wide open, and he had only one thought in his mind. Damn, what's wrong with this today? Why are he betting with me?
Chapter completed!