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Chapter 930 No.30 Seven Tasks: The Little Taoist Priest of the Noble School (Sixty)
Although the fortune teller looks crazy, at least his profession has something to do with the supernatural. Bai Yan thought about it, and finally asked him if he knew of any cults related to heart-digging when he was about to leave. .

The fortune teller laughed as soon as he heard it: "Young man, you only need to follow this little girl by your side, and don't worry about the rest."

After the fortune teller finished speaking, he lifted his legs and walked away. Bai Yan frowned tightly as he watched his retreating back.

As for Feng Buyu, he quickly figured out what the opportunity for her to recover her memory was.

The first time was when she met He Qiu. After she killed He Qiu, she dreamed of a lot of talisman seals and a formula for cultivation at night.

The second dream was because of killing Hua Tingting.

Therefore, these missing girls are an opportunity for her to recover her memory.

After thinking about this clearly, Feng Buyu pretended to be casual and asked Bai Yan: "Except for He Qiu, six missing women have returned now?"

"Why did you suddenly think of asking this?" Bai Yan was still thinking about what the fortune teller said just now, and frowned in confusion.

"I want to speculate on who they will attack next."

"So that's how it is." Bai Yan thought for a while, and told Feng Buyu the names and addresses of these missing girls one by one, and Feng Buyu wrote down their addresses one by one, and then said to Bai Yan: " I'll think about it myself, and if I have any clues, I'll tell you as soon as possible."

Naturally, Bai Yan would not doubt her, so she nodded and said hello.

After a whole afternoon, no one else who understood this was found, Bai Yan took Feng Silence to have a meal, and soon it was eight o'clock in the evening.

Bai Yan was still very worried, he sent Feng Buyu to Lu's house, while he waited for her outside, and asked Feng Buyu to call him if he was in danger.

"I know, don't worry."

Feng Buyu nodded solemnly.

The Lu family is very big, a two-story bungalow, and a huge yard. The servants guard the door, and when they see her coming, they rush up to greet her and lead her inside.

At this moment, Lu Peng was waiting for her in the living room. The crystal chandelier illuminated the entire hall brightly. Lu Peng was smoking a cigar in his hand, looking very decadent.

Seeing that the wind came without saying a word, he raised his eyes to look at her: "It's a pity that you are here."

The word "xixi" seemed to have an inexplicable meaning when it came out of his mouth.

Feng Buyu glanced at him: "Don't you want to tell me something? I'm here now, so you can tell me."

"No hurry." Lu Peng waved his hand, then pointed to the sofa opposite him: "Sit first."

Feng Buyu frowned impatiently: "What do you want to do?"

Lu Peng laughed: "What a pity, is this your attitude of begging for help?"

Feng Buyu was stunned for a second, then realized that she had indeed lost her composure. She pursed her lips, said sorry, and sat opposite Lu Peng.

Lu Peng was very satisfied with this, and asked his servant to serve milk jasmine tea.

"This is your father's favorite tea." There was a hint of nostalgia in his eyes: "It's a pity..."

He hesitated to speak, but asked in silence, "What's the pity?"

"It's a pity that he won't be able to drink anymore." Lu Peng came back to his senses: "I've been looking for him for so many years, but he just doesn't see anyone alive or dead."

Feng Buyu was a little surprised: "I never thought that you also have friendship with my father."

"It's just a general friendship." Lu Peng sighed: "I'm just a rough person who can't read big characters. Your father's eyes will never stay on me."

This is a bit strange.

It seems that there is a kind of complaint that can't be asked for.

Can't ask for it?
Thinking of this, Feng Buyu frowned tightly.

No one can ask for it.

Is Lu Peng treating her father?

Feng Buyu felt that he was thinking too much.

Lu Peng's attention was obviously not on Feng Buyu, he sighed: "Oh, so many years have passed in a blink of an eye, and your father has been missing for so many years, if he sees my current achievements, he will definitely Be happy for me."

"Well, it should be." Feng Buyu nodded in agreement.

At this time, Lu Peng looked at Feng Silently, with a kind smile on his face: "You and your father look more and more alike, they are almost carved out of the same mold."

After talking for a long time without getting to the point, Feng Buyu didn't know what the hell he was trying to do, so he said perfunctorily, "Father Xiao, girl, good luck."

Unexpectedly, Lu Peng burst out laughing when he heard Feng Buyu say this, as if he had heard some big joke. It happened that he had just smoked a cigar, and when he smiled like this, white smoke flew out of his mouth.

He was choked, and coughed desperately: "Ahem, ahem..."

Seeing Lu Peng's appearance, Feng Buyu was even more puzzled. She didn't think there was anything ridiculous about what she said just now. Lu Peng's attitude tonight was a bit too weird.

A bad premonition rose in Feng Buyu's heart, she frowned slightly: "Uncle Lu, what are you laughing at?"

It took Lu Peng a while to calm down. At this time, his face was already red from choking. He took a deep breath slowly, and then said to the wind, "It's nothing, I just thought of a funny thing."

The wind is silent: ...

She knew that Lu Peng was lying, but she also knew that Lu Peng would not tell her the truth.

So he just fell silent and said nothing.

At the same time, the cook in the kitchen also brought two cups of milk jasmine tea, one was placed in front of Feng Buyu and the other in front of Lu Peng, and after respectfully letting them use it slowly, she held the push plate and left.

Seeing Milk Jasmine coming up, Lu Peng waved around, and soon, he was the only two people left in the hall.

For a while, the hall was as quiet as a chicken.

Feng Buyu didn't speak, and Lu Peng didn't speak either. He was smoking a cigar, and the smoke lingered around him, turning his brows and eyes into a cloud of mist. , as if looking at other people through her.

The atmosphere was weird and strange, Feng Buyu felt even more uneasy, she frowned even tighter, and after a while she couldn't help but said: "Uncle Lu, what exactly do you want to do?"

Lu Peng did not answer, but continued to smoke a cigar.

"You asked me to come, so you can't say nothing, right?"

Lu Peng smiled and spit out a cloud of white smoke.

A faint anger rose from the bottom of Feng Buyu's heart, she picked up her bag and stood up: "If Uncle Lu has nothing to say, then I'll leave first, goodbye."

After saying this, Feng walked away without saying a word.

Lu Peng quickly stopped her: "Stop."

Feng silently paused and turned around: "Uncle Lu, is there anything else you can do?"

"Young man, I just can't hold my breath." Lu Peng sighed softly, with a touch of displeasure in his eyes: "I didn't say I wouldn't tell you, can't you wait until I finish smoking this and the cigar?"

Feng Buyu sneered: "But you are smoking a cigar and talking now, don't you speak well?"

Facing Feng Buyu's accusation, Lu Peng not only didn't get angry, but laughed and said: "You have a sharp mouth, I really don't know who you followed."

This remark was a bit intimate, and Feng Buyu felt a little disgusted in his heart: "Uncle Lu, you have something to say, if you have nothing to do, I will leave first."

"What's the rush?" Lu Peng waved his hand, then pointed to the milk jasmine tea on the coffee table and said, "This is your father's favorite tea before, drink some."

Of course, she wouldn't drink something of unknown origin.

Feng Buyu directly refused: "No, I'm not thirsty yet."

Lu Peng shook his head again and sighed: "Then it's up to you."

(End of this chapter)