The Dragon from Hell

The middle-aged man stared at Qin Feng with a deep look in his eyes. He didn't believe him when he heard that he was just a mortal.

If he was just a mortal, how could he pass through his barrier so easily, and he was trying to stop him.

If it were someone else, he would have been bounced out of his barrier at this time, and he would be even worse than the child.

But if the other party was a cultivator, how could he not notice it at all and not feel the spiritual power fluctuations on the other party at all?

Could it be that the other party deliberately concealed his strength and was stronger than himself?

"Haha, a mere mortal dares to be rampant in front of my master. I think no one has taught you the rules. Do you want me to teach you well!"

Unlike the middle-aged man, the young disciple who followed him had a bad temper.

He was very unhappy to see Qin Feng's casual look, and he was ready to draw his sword.

"Libang, I said to retreat!" The middle-aged man said solemnly, and the disciple named Libang had to stand behind the master obediently.

At this time, the middle-aged man walked towards Qin Feng, but took the initiative to keep a distance of three steps from Qin Feng: "It seems that this Taoist friend is unwilling to reveal his name, so I won't force it."

Although Qin Feng looks young, it doesn't mean that he can really be treated as a fool. After all, there are many immortals in the immortal gate.

Some masters are willing to let their faces change with time, but there are also many cultivators who want to keep themselves young forever, so the middle-aged man still spoke to Qin Feng in a tone of peers.

"I said, I'm just a mortal, even if you force me, it's the same." Qin Feng didn't want to entangle with the person in front of him, holding the child and looking at him: "Do you have anything else?"

The middle-aged man didn't expect Qin Feng to be so impolite. Regardless of whether he was a mortal or not, his previous few moves had exposed his extraordinary identity. He actually ignored him so much?

Several disciples behind him were almost furious when they saw Qin Feng, but the middle-aged man was still very cautious: "Nothing."

"Since it's okay, you can leave. I also said that it was this child who bumped into you just now. Although your reaction was a little stressful, it was also unintentional. So there is no need to apologize, just go."

After saying that, Qin Feng sat next to Zhong Mengran with the child in his arms as if he really treated a passerby.

The middle-aged man probably didn't expect that one day he would be left out like this in the mortal world.

The disciples around him were almost furious. If the master hadn't stopped them, they would have come up and cut this brat into pieces.

"Master, do you want me to teach this kid a lesson?" The female disciple next to him glanced at Qin Feng and asked in a low voice.

"Forget it." The middle-aged man finally waved his hand and looked at Qin Feng deeply: "Don't forget that we have important things to do when we go down the mountain this time. There is no need to waste time on insignificant people."

Then the middle-aged man left with four apprentices. Before leaving, he just looked at Qin Feng deeply and said nothing more.

Qin Feng saw them leave from the corner of his eye, and then his eyes fell on the child in front of him: "It seems that you are here to find me, what's the matter?"

The child did not retreat at all in the face of the ferocious Chen Si yesterday, and kept arguing for himself.

But now when he sat in front of Qin Feng, he looked embarrassed and couldn't say a word for a long time.

"I...I..."

Seeing him hesitating, Qin Feng didn't urge him and simply poured him a cup of tea: "Drink some water and take a rest first. You must have been scared just now."

"You came at the right time. The two of us were planning to eat something. Since you are here, you can eat something together."

Zhong Mengran next to him didn't understand. The owner of this world was sitting in front of him. He just needed to ask him what he wanted to do and then help him realize his wish. Why did he waste time whispering so softly?

But thinking of what Qin Feng said before, he did what he promised to do. Zhong Mengran suppressed his temper and called the waiter to start ordering dishes.

When the child heard that he was going to stay for dinner, he waved his hand quickly: "No, no, I'm not here to eat for free!"

"I know you're not here for free, but I'm hungry. Don't you want me to eat?" Qin Feng pressed his head: "No matter what happens, wait until after dinner."

After speaking, Qin Feng called the waiter to help him add a pair of bowls and chopsticks.

The child wanted to leave. Although he was young, he knew that he should not accept gifts without merit. He had already accepted Qin Feng's help. If he continued to eat other people's food, what kind of person would he be?

But he couldn't move his position no matter what.

He looked at the young man and woman in front of him. One of them was as beautiful as a painting, and the other was as powerful as aIt was like a god descending from heaven, and they gave him food, no matter he called him a little beggar.

The most important thing was that the way they treated him made him feel comfortable.

He was still young and didn't know what "sympathy" meant.

But he knew he didn't like being sympathized with.

It's not that he hadn't met kind people before, but when those people in luxurious clothes looked at him with pity, he felt uncomfortable all over.

Dad once told him that he shouldn't have followed him to beg for food in such a place, but things were unpredictable, so he had to live a hard life.

So he always hated other people looking at him with pity and saying he was a poor child.

He didn't need anyone to pity him.

But the two people in front of him were very different. They helped him yesterday and saved his life, but they didn't even say a word to him at the end.

Today, I came to their house to tell them that I would definitely pay back the money I owed yesterday.

But before he could say anything, he was saved by the man in front of him again, and now he wanted to treat him to a meal.

What his father said was right. Favors are something that can never be exchanged. You will only owe more and more.

Now it seems that he also owes favors.

During the meal, Qin Feng and Zhong Mengran ate their own food. Only Zhong Mengran occasionally looked at the child. Apart from that, the two of them didn't even want to pick up food for him.

He was given a pair of bowls and chopsticks. It was up to him whether to eat or how much to eat.

The boy was very reserved at first and didn't dare to put his chopsticks into the plate with meat.

But later, seeing that Zhong Mengran and Qin Feng had started to wipe their mouths, and there was still a large part of the fried meat left on the plate, he couldn't help showing a look of heartache, and then he began to eat voraciously.

Looking at his appearance, Qin Feng's lips curled slightly, raised his eyes and looked at Zhong Mengran: Sure enough, he is still a child.