Lord of Puluo

Li Banfeng drove the carriage to Xiaoyaowu. In the carriage were Song Zhigang, two martial arts cultivators and several thugs with advanced training.

Ling Miaoying's tape really worked. When applied to the wound, it not only stopped the bleeding, but also temporarily controlled the injury. Although these people could not move, they were still alive.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Li Banfeng drove his carriage to Xiaoyaowu. At this time, Xiaoyaowu was bustling with people coming and going.

Li Banfeng drove the carriage around to the warehouse in the backyard of Xiaoyaowu, and when no one was paying attention, he asked the projector to call a helper to come out and unload the truck.

The projector learned the lesson from before and did not dare to call the girl out. The girl he called out always took off her clothes first and then started working.

The film that Ling Miaoying had recorded before was still there, and the projector played Ling Miaoying's image, helping Li Banfeng move a dozen people into the warehouse.

After unloading the car, Li Banfeng went back to his room, found the key under the bed, returned to the warehouse, recorded a video with the projector, opened the door and entered the portable home.

The record player shouted angrily: Hey crazy man, where did you go to have fun again? Do you still have me in your heart? Do you still have this family in your heart? Your heart, your heart... Thank you for your hard work, sir!

Seeing that Li Banfeng had brought back more than a dozen people, the lady's tone immediately softened.

Ms. sir, come and sit here quickly.

Sir, let’s have a cup of hot tea first.

My husband, why are your clothes so dirty? My slave will wash them for you.

Sir, please don’t scratch the little slave’s croaking nest, the little slave is really ticklish…”

The record player used steam to protect Li Banfeng, fearing that the house would get angry at Li Banfeng.

After waiting for a long time, there was no movement in the house. The record player asked curiously: Why is this house so peaceful today?

Li Banfeng sneered: Why is he restless? If he hadn't caused trouble, why would I have been floating outside for so many days?

The lady was silent for a moment. Listening to what Li Banfeng said just now, it seemed that he also knew something about the house.

Seeing that Li Banfeng was still angry, the lady asked with concern: Hey, sir, what happened to you these days?

Li Banfeng asked: Do you know this person with a shameless face?

Huchi~

You don't have a big face? Is this a personal name? I've never heard of it.

Li Banfeng turned around and asked Hong Ying: Have you heard of it?

I haven't heard of it either. Hong Ying answered very simply, with a hint of nervousness.

Li Banfeng stared at Hong Ying for a moment and asked, Why are you wearing pants?

As a daughter, shouldn't I be wearing pants?

Why is there an extra red tassel on my body?

It's a red tassel gun. Isn't it nice to have a red tassel on the gun?

There was no red tassel on Hong Ying's body originally. This red tassel was just hung up to cover her conscience and arms.

Why are there black lines in your red tassel?

These black lines are Hong Ying's hair.

Hongying would be too boring if it were all red threads. Hong Ying could hardly continue editing.

The lady came to Hong Ying's rescue and said, Ms. sir, don't pay attention to that bitch. The food is almost cold.

Madam, don't be impatient, let me ask them a few questions.

Li Banfeng looked at Song Zhigang first and let the wine gourd feed him a sip of wine.

With this drink of wine, Song Zhigang regained some vitality and could barely speak.

Li Banfeng lit a candle and placed it in front of Song Zhigang: Uncle Song, I invited you to my home to talk. This is enough sincerity. Today, please tell me clearly. Who asked you to Did you come to Lanyang Village to cause trouble?

Song Zhigang gasped: Master Qi, it was Mrs. Lu who asked me to come. Everything I said before is true.

Is it really Lu Maoxian?

Lu Maoxian did cause a lot of trouble for Li Banfeng. Li Banfeng and Houqiu Qiu had a close relationship. It was in his interest that Lu Maoxian caused trouble for Li Banfeng.

But the question is why bring trouble to Lanyang Village?

Lanyang Village has no special value to Lu Maoxian. It would be more reasonable if he caused trouble in Heishipo and destroyed the business of Li Banfeng and Ma Wu.

There is another reason here.

Li Banfeng asked again: Did you see Lu Mao first with your own eyes?

Song Zhigang said: What is Mr. Lu's identity? How can he meet me in person? It's these two assistants who came to ask me to take back Lanyang Village!

Li Banfeng looked at the two martial arts cultivators. They were what Song Zhigang said was the supporter.

The one with a broken throat will definitely be unable to speak, but the one with a broken spine can still make a sound.

Li Banfeng tore off the tape on his mouth, asked Jiu Gulu to give him some wine, and asked, Did Lu Mao ask you two to find Song Zhigang first?

This is not an order given by the old man himself, but an order given to us by the chief steward Xu Yangbo.

Lu Maoxian's butler?

Li Banfeng had little contact with this man. He only heard from Hou Qiu that this man was deeply trusted by Lu Maoxian.

If this was not what Lu Maoxian meant, and if the great steward had other agendas, his purpose was obviously to intensify the conflict between Li Banfeng and Lu Maoxian.

What good will this do to him?

If he was also instigated by others, who could it be?

The information these people could ask was limited, and Li Banfeng didn't want to waste any time: Madam, let's eat.

Thank you for your love, sir! The lady couldn't wait to start the meal, while the projector quietly recorded the video.

The lady shouted angrily: What do you want to do?

The projector trembled and the camera quickly turned.

The lady hooked the projector with a stylus, pulled out the previously recorded film, and cut it into pieces. The projector shivered in pain.

Fortunately, he recorded more than one paragraph, and recorded everything he saw and heard these days.

Each scene only lasts for more than two minutes. If it weren't for insufficient film, more could have been recorded.

Li Banfeng just wanted his wife to see his small face. The projector showed the scene in the oil lake, but the picture turned out to be all oily and yellow, with nothing on it.

How is that possible! the projector exclaimed, I recorded it carefully!

Li Banfeng speculated the reason: He has a small face but a high status. He doesn't want you to retain his true appearance. The small face is not his real name.

In annoyance, the projector turned on the second piece of material,

Meng Yuchun, the earth god, turned his back to Li Banfeng and took off his gown, showing the scars on his body.

The lady coughed slightly: Hey, sir, this girl has a small face? I can't see whether her face is big or not. This peach is really big, not only big, but also white. My husband has been working really hard these seven days!

Li Banfeng kicked the projector: Don't just show this! How did I fight with the monsters on the ground? Show it and see!

The projector's loud voice said: None of those things were recorded!

Li Banfeng kicked the projector open, preparing to tell his wife in detail about his experiences these days.

Just as we talked about the oil lake, we suddenly heard a gloved voice coming from the third room: Master, you wronged me before, where is the oil I stole? I don't know what the oil was stolen from. Here it is!”

Li Banfeng entered the third room and took a look. In the third room, bottles, jars, jars, buckets, water tanks... everything that could hold liquids was filled with oil, which was similar to the oil Li Banfeng saw in the oil lake. Exactly the same.

Li Banfeng looked at the gloves and said, Where does this oil come from?

Gloves said angrily: I definitely didn't take it! How could I hold so much? No matter who took it, I shouldn't be wronged for this!

Li Banfeng touched the bottle of oil and suddenly heard an old voice coming to his ears: Be careful, don't spill it.

Who? Li Banfeng exclaimed, getting ready to fight.

The record player quickly shouted: Mr., don't be angry, this is our house talking!

The room fell silent instantly.

In the past, except for Niangzi, Hong Ying and Honglian, no one could hear Suiju's voice because the others were not qualified enough.

But today everyone heard it, and I changed my way of speaking.

After more than ten seconds of silence, Li Banfeng suddenly asked: What are you doing stealing oil?

Burn. Suiju replied with one word.

The record player couldn't hear the word clearly. Hong Lian, Hong Ying and all the magic weapons couldn't hear it clearly either. Only Li Banfeng could hear it clearly.

Hong Ying was worried that Li Banfeng was quarreling with the house, so she said to the record player: Wicked woman, please advise that madman not to mess around. He is no match for the house, and he can't handle any move!

Before the record player could persuade him again, Li Banfeng asked again: Why don't you burn coal?

This sentence stunned the lady.

Burning coal?

Why does this house burn coal?

To keep warm?

The old voice sounded again: If I run with you every day, the coal will be burned out long ago.

She still couldn't hear the record player clearly. Not only was she unable to hear clearly what Zhaizi was saying, she couldn't even hear clearly what Li Banfeng was saying. There was always a low noise in her ears that was interfering with her hearing.

Ms. sir, you'd better not...

Li Banfeng then asked Suiju: You took me to Oil Lake just to steal oil?

You are going to the Oil Lake yourself. I picked up the oil on the way.

You used to follow the keys, how come you learned to move on your own now?

Because there are railroad tracks, hehehehe! Suiju smiled.

“Since when did we have railroad tracks?”

Suiju did not respond again.

The record player could not hear the conversation between the two, so she lowered her voice and persuaded: My husband, don't provoke him again. Isn't it okay for me to let you put on the engine oil?

…

In the Yuezhou Third Hospital, the button on He Jiaqing's chest kept trembling, but He Haisheng was sitting next to him, and He Jiaqing couldn't answer it.

After lunch, He Haisheng went to smoke. He Jiaqing clenched his buttons and heard Wan Jinxian's voice:

Jia Qing, Ling Miaoying is still alive!

Alive? He Jiaqing felt happy for a while, but then became a little doubtful, Didn't the Lu family all release the news that they had obtained Miaoying's head?

Our spies in Xiaoyaowu saw him going to Xiaoyaowu's warehouse. It happened last night.

Xiaoyaowu...

What was Ling Miaoying doing in Xiaoyaowu?

Could it be that Ling Miaoying just faked his death and he was still secretly monitoring Ma Wu?

After all, he and Ling Miaowen were different in that they could hide their intentions so deeply.

You'll have to be more careful in the future, but for now it's a good thing.

At least I don't have to worry about Ma Wu anymore, and now I can concentrate on dealing with Lu Maoxian.

Before He Jiaqing could respond to Wan Jinxian, a cloud of smoke suddenly floated in front of him.

The smoke lingered around He Jiaqing for a long time, and He Jiaqing's sweat dropped.

Jia Qing? He Haisheng's figure slowly emerged in front of He Jiaqing, Are you awake?

He Jiaqing was silent for a moment, then slowly opened his eyes: Uncle, I'm awake.

He Haisheng watched He Jiaqing silently. Although he didn't want to believe it, this was the fact.

Brother doesn't believe you, but I still argue with him. I said his son would never lie to him. How stupid do you think I am?

When saying these words, He Hai could not help but grit his teeth.

He Jiaqing looked calm and said: Third uncle, can you allow me to say a word?

You say it and I listen.

PS: Hong Ying has grown hair, and I don’t even dare to think about what else will grow next!