Lu Jianguo's face was plain, as if he was telling a trivial matter that was too common to be exaggerated.

It seems that in his eyes, it is normal for Zhang Xiaofan to crush him as it is to crush an ant.

"How could this be possible?"

Although Lu Jianguo's tone was very insipid, the solemnity in his words was more than his words, and there was no intention of joking at all.

This also makes Lu Shengming feel his spirit has been unprecedentedly strong impact at this time.

Originally, in Lu Shengming's opinion, his father was the most powerful and most famous master in his mind.

Even if we go back ten thousand steps, there are people in this world who are more powerful than his father, but they are not necessarily like killing an ant. Would you crush his father to death?

At this moment, in Lu Shengming's limited imagination, he could not imagine that his father, who had always been a strong self-supporting man, would have said such a thing from his mouth.

"This man's Kung Fu is not what we ordinary people can imagine."

"Even, I suspect that master Zhang has already broken through the realm of mortals and become a true practitioner in the true sense."

"Therefore, our Lu family officials are subject to such a practitioner's feet. Even if this matter is spread out by someone with a heart, it is not a disgrace to Lu family."

"Even if we can win the favor of this monk by chance in the future, it may be able to make us the Lu family a person, or even a chicken and a dog can be promoted to heaven..."

speaking of this, Lu Jianguo can't help but sigh and say to his son.

"Shengming, the land of China is so vast that there are so many capable people and different talents. In a word, you should remember that there are some people in this world that you can't afford to cause in your life!"

"Boom!"

At that time, the sky suddenly blew up a burst of thunder, pouring rain.

However, Lu turned a deaf ear to the thunder and rain outside the window. At this time, his mouth opened and closed, and his larynx moved. However, he could not spit out half a word from his mouth in any case...

"..."

the next day, at noon, Zhang Xiaofan was driving his binlimoushan speed to Hangzhou, Yuhuang mountain When I was in the garage, I caught a glimpse of a beautiful and infinite figure at the gate of Xingtang, the quintessence of Chinese culture.

Lin Yuner, a girl from Koguryo, is standing alone at the door of the villa area. In isolation and prestige, her waist length hair is dancing with the wind, like a fairy falling from the earth, attracting countless passers-by to stop and gaze around.

However, Lin turned a deaf ear to all kinds of eyes cast by passers-by. He looked forward to it as if he was waiting for someone.

Zhang Xiaofan didn't care about this. Instead, he focused on the passport and ID card that Lin Yuner had been holding tightly in his hand. There was a reflection in his eyes.

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