The latter's complexion was light, ignored him, and only focused on painting.

Min Leng is holding a Langhao pen and looking at a pair of ink painting in front of him.

The picture of sunset falling in the West in his hand is almost finished, leaving only a few strokes of final rendering and decoration.

At this meeting, he is concentrating on painting.

Min Leng had known about Luo Qingtong and nanjiagong before, but he didn't care about the results of these things.

After all, he helped Luo Qingtong just because he wanted to attack the Gong family.

He is not interested in the dispute between Luo Qingtong and Nanjia and Gongjia.

After all, he can't get involved again.

However, while he was concentrating on the painting, the young man on the other side rushed to him with great interest and excitement and said, "come on!"

"Ah Leng, stop painting."

"Go to Tan's house with me."

"I tell you, the problem of your leg may be cured!"

When he said this, he quickly and excitedly said to min Leng, "that Tan Mingyi killed those people of the family!"

"You don't know how she did it!"

"She said all those people's moves, habits and breath circulation!"

"If so, your leg may be cured."

"No matter how bad it is, we can also find a certain way to block the meridians of your legs first."

"At that time, even if your legs can't exert force, it's better than now that there's no movement at all!"

"Ah Leng, your legs may be saved!"

As he said, in an instant, min Leng's stroke, which originally focused on the sun, was a mistake, and then it was on the black outline next to the sun.

In an instant, the dazzling red appeared in the black outline.

At this time, min Leng raised his eyes and looked at the young man.

"What did you just say?"

When his words came out, the young man said with an excited and happy face: "I said your leg may be cured!"

"Ah Leng, let's go to Tan's house immediately to see what's going on with Tan Ming!"

"If she can really see through the breath operation and movement habits of all the people who have entered her body, even if it's only a trace, your legs can be saved!"

The man's words came out. In an instant, min Leng's eyes narrowed fiercely.

Then, he took a square handkerchief directly next to him, wiped it carefully, threw it on the table and said to the man, "let's go!"

"Let's go to Tan's house."

His voice was cold and deep, with an unprecedented sense of prudence.

…………

When min Leng and others left, they were in the south home on the other side.

Nan Ying is anxiously waiting for the news from the supreme Presbyterian Church in her room.

Her fingernails were deeply sunk on the white wood pear flower table in front of her.

At this time, suddenly, people from the south side hurried to report the channel: "miss!"

"No!"

"Tan Ming turned over in the supreme Presbyterian Council!"

"They have nothing to do!"

"But we and those families lost a lot!"

At this point, with a click, Nan Ying broke her nails deep in the pear flower table and shouted at the informe