Global Cultivation Era: I Have Hundred Times Rewards

When the younger brothers heard this, they hurriedly helped Zhao Zilang up from the ground.

"Oh, it hurts, who touched Lao Tzu's arm!" Zhao Zilang made a pig-killing cry again.

So, everyone changed the support to the lift, and lifted Zhao Zilang over his head while lying on his back.

"Let's go too." Mu Feifei said to Siyuan.

"Okay." Fang Siyuan shook his hair smartly. Although he seemed to have escaped from a refugee camp at the moment, his temperament must be full.

"and many more!"

The two raised their heads and suddenly found that Zhao Zilang had drunk them again.

Fang Siyuan sneered: "Why, Master Zhao, haven't you been beaten enough?"

Zhao Zilang said angrily, "Fuck you, you didn't beat me, so what kind of calf are you pretending to be?"

Fang Siyuan grabbed Mu Feifan's shoulder naturally, and said with a smile, "Brother Mu and I are comrades-in-arms, what's the difference between who beats him?"

Mu Feifei was speechless.

If he remembered correctly, before coming here, Fang Siyuan was still complaining, how could his attitude change so quickly now?

Although Fang Siyuan is a bit of a tiger, he is also a veritable second-generation official, and he still has the vision to judge the situation.

When he was still entangled with the group, Mu Feifei killed Zhao Zilang in seconds, and the speed was astounding.

In Fang Siyuan's view, Zhao Zilang's strength is a little worse than his, but overall, the difference is not big.

Mu Feifan can beat Zhao Zilang, and he can beat Fang Siyuan.

And later, Mu Feifan alone suppressed more than a dozen people, and this momentum is the real god.

Unlike him, he was chased all over the house, looking like he was running away.

Therefore, Fang Siyuan was convinced.

There is nothing in the mind to compare with Mu Feifei.

But he didn't feel ashamed.

Dad was so polite to Mu Feihan, what else could he let go of?

At this moment, Zhao Zilang was very unhappy with Fang Siyuan's behavior.

However, now the situation is not in his favor.

Zhao Zilang didn't bother about this issue, and directly said to Mu Feifan, "I, Zhao Zilang, always keep my word. The one million pills you just refined, my Zhao family has taken them all."

Mu Feifan was stunned for a moment, but he didn't say anything about the old way of pretending to be two million instead of one million.

He noticed the details in the other party's words: "Do you accept the Zhao family?"

Zhao Zilang said, "That's right, my dad will be here soon, he will talk to you."

"Okay." Mu Feifei nodded.

Zhao Zilang couldn't help but feel happy.

Haha, I finally did something for the family!

On the surface, Zhao Zilang was buying the medicine pill from Mu Feifan, but he actually wanted his father to come forward and negotiate with him.

After all, the emergence of middle-grade or higher-grade medicinal herbs on the market, which can also be mass-produced, will have a big impact on the Zhao family's medicinal herb business.

After half an hour.

Fang Siyuan was drinking iced coffee in a moody student cafe at Yaowen High School.

He raised his head and looked at the wall full of wish stickers.

"I hope I get admitted to the ideal Xiandao University!"

"I wish my parents good health forever!"

"Ding Jiajia, I love you, you are my goddess, I hope to have a monkey with you!"

...

These are still normal, but the style of painting changes abruptly when you look down.

"Dear! The takeaway has been received, remember to give a five-star praise."

Fang Siyuan was speechless for a while.

Who put the warm reminder of the takeaway shop here?

In the distance, Mu Feifei sat face to face with a middle-aged man in the corner.

The middle-aged man was wearing a well-cut light gray suit, a snow-white shirt that stood firm, and his hair was not messy at all. He was a standard businessman.

While Mu Feifei looked at each other,

The middle-aged man was also staring at him.

It's just that Mu Feifei felt that the uncle's eyes were a little weird - as if he knew him a long time ago.

Minutes passed by.

Mu Feifei said: "Let's talk about the acquisition of medicinal pills."

"Uh, I'm sorry." The middle-aged man woke up from his dream, with a hint of panic in his voice: "Count how many there are."

Mu Feifei took out a bunch of small porcelain vases and said, "Here are one hundred and nineteen high-grade medicinal pills, one million pills, you can count the number..."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly found that the account in his watch had received a transfer reminder.

A full 120 million!

Mu Feifei was stunned: "Uncle, don't you know the amount? Also, you gave too much money."

The other party hurriedly used the face-to-face transfer function without even looking at the quality of the medicinal pill.

It was the first time that Mu Feifan saw such a person.

Should it be said that this uncle trusts him too much, or should he be said to be too generous?

"No need to order, I believe you." The middle-aged man smiled kindly.

Those soft eyes made Mu Feifei feel uncomfortable.

"Now that the deal is over, I'll take my leave."

Mu Feifei wanted to leave as soon as possible, but he couldn't bear the eyes of middle-aged people.

After all, he had just discounted his son's arm.

It was good that the other party didn't scold him twice, and he was so kind.

Mu Feifei felt sorry.

He had just left the table when the middle-aged man suddenly stood up and said eagerly, "Wait!"

Because he got up too violently, many of the porcelain vases on the table rolled to the ground, making a thumping sound.

This is a rare high-grade medicine pill.

But the middle-aged man didn't even look at it, staring straight at Mu Feifan.

Mu Feifei is very strange.

At this time, call him to stop, what the other party wants to do.

"Child, what's your name?" the middle-aged man asked with great concern.

Originally, Mu Feifei was reluctant to reveal his name to strangers, but the middle-aged person made him feel too kind.

And the performance of the other party just now made Mu Feifei unable to refuse.

"My name is Mu Feifei." He replied.

"what?"

"Your surname is Mu too?"

The middle-aged man's pupils shrank, his whole body swayed, and his emotions suddenly became extremely excited.

"Uncle, are you all right?" Mu Feifei was also taken aback. His surname was so common, why did the other party sound like he was about to commit a blood clot?

"I'm fine." The middle-aged man raised his head, his eyes flushed, and asked eagerly, "What's your father's name?"

Mu Feifei was a little surprised, why did the uncle's expression look like he was going to eat people?

Wouldn't it be because of a deep hatred with his own father?

"What's his name?" The middle-aged man became more and more excited, grabbing Mu Feifan's shoulder directly.

"Mu... Mu Zi said." Mu Feifei said.

"Muzi said?" The middle-aged man muttered repeatedly in his mouth, suddenly he seemed to have been drained of all his strength and collapsed on the seat.

Mu Feifei said, "Uncle, do you need to go to the hospital?"

The middle-aged man waved his hand with a wry smile: "I don't mind, I recognized the wrong person."

Mu Feifei snorted, then said goodbye and wanted to leave.

The middle-aged man suddenly said, "Can I call you Xiaofan in the future?"

Mu Feifei nodded.

"My name is Zhao Xiaofeng, if you don't dislike it, call me Uncle Xiaofeng!"