Young Master Zhang ignored everyone's gaze and sat in his seat calmly, continuing to wait for Huang Feihong to arrive.

About five minutes later, a man sat down opposite Mr. Zhang, grabbed the xo in front of Mr. Zhang, and said nothing, and took a few big sips of wine, then slapped the bottle of wine on the table.

It was Huang Feihong, who swallowed the wine in his mouth, leaned lazily on the backrest, looked at Mr. Zhang playfully, and couldn't help but look surprised on his face, and exclaimed: "You look very good."

The golden silkworm Gu attacks, like hundreds of knives cutting them hard inside the body. Even if someone has the perseverance or can tolerate them, they will be in great pain and rolling around on the ground.

But the young man in front of him was just sweating and his face turned blue, which was really amazing. Even Huang Feihong himself admired this endurance.

"What do you want to do when you ask me to come?" Mr. Zhang didn't have time to talk nonsense with Huang Feihong, and said impatiently.

In Huang Feihong's opinion, he thought that Young Master Zhang was in great pain and was extremely angry but did not dare to have an attack. He became more proud in his heart. It seemed that this object was harder to control than he thought, so it was right to leave him here for pain.

"I don't know what's wrong." Huang Feihong snorted, poured the wine in front of him leisurely, and took a sip of it leisurely, as if he wanted to appreciate how Mr. Zhang endured the pain.

After he had enough excelled, he grinned and smiled disdainfully, saying, "Maybe you won't believe it, but what I said is true. I came to save your life. In another twenty minutes, you will be exhausted and die."

"If I die, your golden silkworm Gu will not survive." Young Master Zhang's face became even more disdainful, "You have to do your best to inject the golden silkworm Gu into me. You must have made some plans. You don't want your golden silkworm Gu to die like this. I'm right."

"That's right." Huang Feihong nodded, and his face gradually became serious. He found that Zhang Tian was much more difficult to deal with than he thought, and was much more mysterious. He should not take it lightly. "So, we must cooperate more and you can suffer less pain. As long as my big thing is accomplished, your benefits will be indispensable."

For such nonsense, only a brainless person who has no brains will believe that when Huang Feihong's major event is successful, the first person he wants to kill will undoubtedly be Mr. Zhang.

Young Master Zhang didn't say anything, just looked at Huang Feihong.

For some reason, Huang Feihong suddenly felt uncomfortable and stopped talking nonsense. He took out a syringe from his pocket again. In the glass tube of the syringe was filled with orange-red, translucent liquid.

"What is this?" Zhang Dashao swept his spiritual sense and didn't recognize what the thing was, so he asked.

"Synthetic serum is used to save your life." Huang Feihong did not hide it. Even if he told Master Zhang, it would be harmless. "If you don't inject it, the Golden Silkworm Gu will not stop."

Young Master Zhang's heart moved. From this sentence, he could tell that it seemed that once the golden silkworm Gu was injected into his body, it was not under the control of Huang Feihong. The attack of the golden silkworm Gu was spontaneous.

Huang Feihong was just able to feel the movements of the Golden Silkworm Gu, and it was just a few simple but very important movements. For example, the Golden Silkworm Gu was no longer in his body, and Huang Feihong didn't notice it.

He pulled Zhang Dashou's arm over and rolled Zhang Dashou's sleeves up. Huang Feihong suddenly stabbed the syringe on Zhang Dashou's wrist. After a slight sound, all the synthetic serum in the syringe was injected into Zhang Dashou's body.

But Huang Feihong would not know that the moment the serum entered Zhang Dashou's body, it was already wrapped in a group of true qi, which was equivalent to putting it in another container, and it had no effect on Zhang Dashou.

"Okay, you're fine now." Huang Feihong put away the syringe and clapped his hands, as if he had done something good.

"Will this thing happen frequently in the future?" Zhang Dashao asked meaningfully.

"I'm not sure." Huang Feihong seemed to be in a good mood. He answered Zhang Dashao one by one. "The key is to look at the host. Some people only once a year, while others may be once a month, mainly depending on the host's body and the degree of rejection of the golden silkworm Gu."

Young Master Zhang didn't show anything on his face, but he couldn't help but laugh in his heart. It seemed that even Huang Feihong didn't know much about the Golden Silkworm Gu, and he said that the degree of rejection was not in his body. Where did he get the rejection or not?

Mr. Zhang has never used the magic eye technique on Huang Feihong, and this time he did not. He is afraid of being alerted.

Of course, Huang Feihong would not notice it when using the magic eye technique, but in the future, people like him would always find something wrong and many suspicious points.

Furthermore, Huang Feihong is not like a big shot in the God of Death. He probably knows very little like Chen Shihua and the others.

Death is an organization that Master Zhang is more afraid of. He finally met a Death person. He didn't want to miss it just like that. He always had to take this opportunity to dig out some useful things.

"Can you tell me who you are?" Mr. Zhang asked again.

"Do you want to ask about my old background?" Huang Feihong smiled and looked at Mr. Zhang like a fool. This man is quite smart. How could he ask such a stupid question? "I'm sorry, I want to live a few more years, so I can't disclose it to you for the time being."

However, this sentence still reveals some information. If the relevant information about Death is easily leaked, the people inside may be in danger of life. The strictness and terror of Death can also be seen from this.

There was still a last bit of xo left on Mr. Zhang's table. Huang Feihong took it over, raised his head and drank it clean. He smiled meaningfully to Mr. Zhang and said, "I'll leave first, I hope we can cooperate happily in the future."

Young Master Zhang ignored Huang Feihong and let Huang Feihong's figure disappear. He originally wanted to follow Huang Feihong, but he sat upright and didn't move.

Because he heard an anxious scream: "No! Brother, I beg you not to chop my hand!"

This voice sounds like a young man, not someone else's voice, but Meng Liangjun's voice.

Young Master Zhang couldn't help but sigh. In the end, Meng Liangjun finally embarked on this path, and more or less, Meng Liangjun was also influenced by himself, not to mention that this guy was still his own student.
Chapter completed!