In the end, I came to the theory that if you don’t have money, how can you treat it? How can you fix the hole if you don’t have money? Anyway, I don’t have money to treat him!

Bai Zhantang's mouth and fists trembled in anger.

Bai Qingshui's face turned livid with anger.

And Aimu Zi was willing to grind her teeth and glare at Feng Jinghua.

Finally she got angry: "You stinky woman, why are you talking to Brother Zhantang like this? Do you know who Brother Zhantang is? Brother Zhantang is the number one disciple of the Bai family sect. He..."

"Get out!" Before he could finish a complete sentence, Zi Lele was pushed out by Duanmu Lin's pressure.

A gentle but domineering word came out of his mouth.

Zi Lele was swept out further than Bai Qingshui. She shouted, "Brother Zhantang, help!"

"Bai Zhantang!" As he softly recited these three words, deep hatred and murderous intent flashed through his eyes.

He spat out the unfinished words again: "Really?"

Bai Zhantang had a cold face, clenched his fists and said, "Who are you?"

Such a powerful man, he didn't even know who he was.

I have never seen this person before. Could it be that he came from another continent.

No, he doesn't have any immortal energy, mysterious energy or fighting spirit in him.

In short, the aura he exudes is not what a cultivator should emit.

Rather, it is a very strange energy and momentum that cannot be captured.

What he unleashed just now was not ordinary coercion, but momentum transformed from coercion.

That momentum is something that many practitioners cannot understand clearly.

Even he is like this.

"Excuse me..." Duanmu Lin slowly walked towards Bai Zhantang, came close to his ear, and licked his lips a few times. Bai Zhantang's face immediately turned pale.

The anger just now has turned into trembling.

That trembling was fear.

But it’s not the weak who are afraid of meeting the strong, but their identity!

he……

It turned out to be!!!

Duanmu Lin returned to his original position: "Can I leave now?"

"Yes...it's okay." Bai Zhantang lowered his head and said with a trembling voice.

"Did you still shoot my son's green snake?"

"No, it's not!"

"Then let's go." Duanmu Lin bent down and picked up Feng Qianchen.

Walking into the fragrant snow lotus area, Feng Qianchen hugged Duanmu Lin's neck with one hand and stared at Duanmu Lin for a long time.

Duanmu Lin glanced at Feng Qianchen and asked, "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

Feng Qianchen shook his head.

"That's because I'm sleepy."

He shook his head again.

Then he turned around and looked at Feng Jinghua: "Mother, look at me!"

Feng Jinghua yawned and said, "What's so good about you? Mom is tired of seeing it every day."

"Yes, look at me and then look at him." He pointed at his face and then at Duanmu Lin's evil handsome face.

Feng Jinghua was also aroused and trotted quickly to Duanmu Lin.

Feng Qianchen turned his face cooperatively.

Comparing a large face with a small face, it really feels like a father and son.

"Well, my son is more handsome than him." But how could Feng Jinghua, who was short of a muscle, find so much.

Feng Qianchen's mouth twitched a few times: "Mom, I'm not letting you see which one of us is handsome, but I'm letting you see if I look similar to my uncle."
Chapter completed!