Super Small Farmer

After Zhang Yang finished his harsh words, he held the wine glass and walked to one side. On the other hand, Fang Shunxiu showed a slight sneer. What she wanted to see most was the result.

Then, she was alone in the starlight. And Anya must become a thing of the past.

"Anya, I think you still..."

"Shunxiu, no need to say more. Since everything is for this purpose, there is no other possibility."

Anya knows Yang Tao's personality. If Dong Youran really has such a good relationship with Yang Tao, then publicizing these problems is definitely not a problem.

"Hmm! Zhang Yang is really annoying, sister Anya, don't worry, I won't let them treat you."

Dong Youran clenched her small fist and kept searching around her eyes. He hasn't eaten for a long time, and the nature of food-eating has now been fully exposed.

As for the ruthless remarks made just now, she didn't care at all. What Anya didn't expect was that the energy in the publicity circle shouldn't be underestimated...

At this moment, whether it is on the mainland or on Hong Kong Island, a lot of negative news about Anya and Dong Youran has sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.

"grandfather!"

Zheng Mingshu, Zheng Yuan, Zhou Sheng and Yang Tao came directly to a room inside. In the room, there are three people.

An old man half leaning on the bed looked very kind. However, there is a trace of blur in his eyes, giving people a natural sense of sorrow.

Sitting next to the bed is a middle-aged man. Although his skin and appearance are middle-aged, his sideburns have turned white. But this didn't make people feel that he was old, but with the smell of a fairy style.

And the last one is a young man, the whole person feels handsome. Even Yang Tao felt this way when he saw this man.

But what Yang Tao didn't notice was that the small blood knife in his storage bag suddenly shook slightly.

"Mingshu is back, are you having fun?"

The one who was half leaning against was obviously the helm of the Zheng family, who struck down the grandpa Zheng of the Zheng family with one hand. On the other side, the man with the bones and the fairy wind, after Zhou Sheng called out "Master", Yang Tao also realized it.

Feelings, this is the so-called No. 1 Feng Shui person on Hong Kong Island, Master Zhou.

As for the last handsome man, after seeing Zheng Mingshu, a greedy light flashed across his eyes. But he hid it well, no one else found out.

Moreover, he seemed to feel Yang Tao's spiritual consciousness fluctuations, and there was a trace of mockery at the corner of his mouth. Zheng Yuan looked at this person and nodded at the other party secretly.

"Grandpa, don't worry, you will have nothing to do. I found a very good friend who is called Yang Tao, who can help."

Zheng Mingshu has been spoiled by his father since he was a child, and his relationship with him has always been very good. Although she knows what is going on with her grandfather, she still has illusions and expectations in her heart, hoping to let him live a little longer.

"Miss Mingshu, there are some things that cannot be violated."

Zhou Sheng originally thought of saying more, but Master Zhou pressed his hand and motioned to the other party not to speak. But he started to comfort Zheng Mingshu. After all, according to his observation, the Zheng family did not have much time.

This is not a disease, but a lack of vitality, caused by the laws of nature.

"Yeah, Master Zhou said so. I have lived so long, old man, so it's time to take a good rest."

The old man of the Zheng family kept this kind smile, but in the depths of his eyes, there was a trace of unwillingness. I have worked so hard to create such a family business, and I am not willing to leave it to others at this moment!

"No, Yang Tao, come and take a look. Look at my grandpa..."

Zheng Mingshu's eyes were red, and he ran directly to Yang Tao's side, put his arms around Yang Tao's arm, and walked toward the bed.

"no need."

Yang Tao didn't move, and the two people in front of him seemed not simple. Especially for men, Yang Tao felt shocked. It was like being stared at by a poisonous snake.

"what?!"

Zheng Mingshu was taken aback, didn't he say yes, could he help? Now, is there no way Yang Tao can do it?

"Even if you ask Sophia to come over, it doesn't make any difference."

Sophia can have the power of life, but still can't play any role in the things in front of him. At most, just hang the other party for a few days.

"However, if you don't ask much, I can try it. Maybe it can be extended for a while, but I can't guarantee how long this period of time will be. It may be a month or a year..."

Yang Tao thought about it carefully. The real death of a person should be the ghosts and ghosts who came and took away the soul. This is the real death. If he can forcefully leave behind the other's soul, he might succeed.

If the ghost **** is the same as last time, Yang Tao at this moment still has the opponent left.

This little friend, you laughed.

Master Zhou frowned slightly and spoke without pain or itching on one side. The people who have been judged by him are suddenly said to be able to continue to live. Isn't this just slapping him in the face in front of him?

"Birth, aging, sickness, and death are the laws of heaven. You and I are all cultivators. You should know that there are certain things that cannot be violated."

Master Zhou stood up slightly, with one hand on his back, one hand in front, and his chin slightly tilted up. His expression was completely like a man who has been able to escape the dust.

"Oh? If you can't do it, don't think that others can't do it either."

Yang Tao was taken aback for a moment, not knowing why, he didn't have a half-hearted impression of Master this week. Like a handsome man facing one side.

"Humph! You are that sect, so rude!"

Master Zhou's whole body aura suddenly radiated, and it was the fluctuation of the sixth level of Qi Condensation. But what made Yang Tao's complexion feel strange for a while, the other party actually...as if...as if there is no spiritual sense? !

It's already at the sixth level, so there should be spiritual consciousness. But this cultivation level fluctuates, without the slightest deception, it's this level.

"Which school are you, rude? Haha... Does it depend on you, do you want me to be polite?" Yang Tao said lightly, with a trace of disdain in his tone.

In his opinion, Master Zhou in front of him should be the same as the original self, with some incomplete inheritance. Otherwise, the energy is already at the sixth level, why is there no spiritual sense?

On the contrary, the man on one side is more worthy of Yang Tao's focus.

Yang Tao didn't miss Zheng Yuan and the other side's small move just now. Thinking of the inexplicable genuine aura in Zheng Yuan's wife, is it the man's possession?

At this point, Yang Tao is very curious...