Wanjie Supreme Creditor System

Chapter 682 Parents are going home

Leng Fengkuang figured it out just now, Grandpa wanted to change his stubborn personality, not because he didn't like him anymore.

As long as your thoughts change, all the pain you have suffered will disappear in an instant.

Moreover, there is a strong blood relationship between the two people, and it is impossible for them to really fight to the point of life and death.

Hearing what Grandpa said, he saluted immediately and said:

"Grandpa, our husband and wife should contribute some strength to the family when we go back with you. However, I still need to ask for an explanation for the Cui family's enmity. They shouldn't treat me like that!"

Although Leng Fengkuang admitted that he was wrong, there were some things that it was impossible to treat as if they had never happened, and his tone was stiff.

Leng Changshan stared at him, then waved his hand and coldly snorted:
"Go home first and find your father. He will arrange your accommodation and familiarize yourself with the atmosphere of the entire Leng family. I am on the front line of Yinshan and have no time to talk to you!"

There was obvious resentment in his tone.

Afterwards, he took a deep look at Leng Yi, his tone became kind, and said:

"You have such a huge power, don't do stupid things, or I won't let you go! The Leng family, never treason, judge the people! Let's go!"

After speaking, he lifted up his robe, flew up, and flew away through the air.

He walked very hastily, as if something important happened on the front line and he had to rush back.

Actually, there is a problem.

Since it is a battlefield, it cannot be smooth sailing, and battles often occur.

Leng Changshan came and left again.

He left a message of defeat and returned in disgrace.

The whole Tucheng, because of his departure and the departure of many onlookers, gradually returned to calm.

Even though there were still endless icebergs and snow peaks floating above the city, it was no longer as grand as before.

It doesn't cover a city, it doesn't have boundlessness, it doesn't cover the sky, and it doesn't even feel the distance.

This is the huge difference from Leng Yi.

The most important point is not to be guarded by others.

Meng Jiajun won't go, Su Xiaoxiao won't go, and Leng Yi doesn't think it's necessary.Because no one can easily approach Su Liuxing.

Only the masters of Taoism can get close, but they can't enter the room, that is, they can't do their best.

That's the most important thing.

Leng Yi healed the wounds of the three Meng family patriarchs, and worked until the sun went down. Finally, all of them were healed, and this was the end.

"Master, the food is ready, let's go there quickly!"

Leng Yi had just finished his work and walked out of the room. Su Xiaoxiao came forward to greet him.

Her eyes were filled with admiration for him, as if it would never melt away in her lifetime.

Today's battle had a great impact on her.

"go!"

Leng Yi enjoys the worship of women, especially beautiful women, at least it satisfies his vanity.

The two walked side by side, and the Meng Family Army guarding around them saluted one after another.

Especially when facing Leng Yi, the respect, worship, and submission in his eyes were almost beyond words.

In today's big battle, defeating the veteran God of War with one move, and winning face for their Meng family army, an absolute good master.

It's absolutely impossible to be another person.

"Meet the master!"

"Master Wanan!"

"Master, go slowly!"

Everyone was greeting, purely as if he was the real owner.

It is not a compulsive master in the heart, but a title of sincere submission.

Being treated so favorably and addressed by everyone, Leng Yi is really a bit unbearable.

However, this is nothing.

With a smile on his face, Leng Yi quickly entered the restaurant.

Leng Fengkuang and his wife were still there, Meng Changying was with Meng Meng, and Meng Jiao's three daughters were also there.

There were very few people, so it was considered a family dinner.

"Crash..."

Seeing Leng Yi and Su Xiaoxiao coming in, the Meng Jiajun at the scene stood up one after another, and stood aside respectfully.

"I have seen the master!"

The uniform voice seemed to have been rehearsed for many years, but in fact it was just the same voice.

Leng Yi sat down first, waved his hand, and said:
"Everyone sit down, don't stand up, I don't have so many rules, so please order as you like."

After hearing the order, everyone sat down one after another.

People who had some objections to him now became convinced and quickly prepared.

The one who pours the wine pours the wine, the one who picks up the vegetables serves him like an emperor.

Leng Yi really couldn't bear such treatment, his face darkened and he said:

"Meng Changying, it's natural to pass on the order to me. With such a gesture, can you treat me as a secular emperor?"

After giving the order, Meng Changying was stunned for a moment, then an endless smile appeared on his face and he said:
"Yes, Master!"

Such a kind host made them feel the beauty of it.

With Leng Yi's order, the dinner was naturally quick, and everyone raised their glasses to share a drink with him.

The rest is much more arbitrary.

After drinking a glass, Leng Feng stopped the glass, turned sideways to his son, and said:

"Son, your mother and I are going back to our hometown, and you will have to go by yourself in the future!"

He wanted to say something hypocritical, but unfortunately he couldn't.

"You didn't do much to help my son along the way. Come on, don't talk so much, just work hard, and it's over!"

Cui Fengxia took her son's hand and comforted her softly.

No matter what it is, as long as you can live well in the future, it will be the greatest victory.

A family of three, separated again, a rare holiday, tomorrow is the end.

And more than half of October has passed, and there is not much food left on the grassland.

The rest of the people couldn't participate and could only watch from the sidelines.

The sadness of parting can only be experienced by those involved, and outsiders' persuasion is useless.

Of course, apart from Cui Fengxia shedding a few tears, both Lengfengkuangye looked very normal.

"This is the same as if I go out to study and you are waiting for me to come back at home? Mom, when will I be able to be alone, and I will definitely go back to you!"

Leng Yi finally comforted his mother, avoiding being too sad and crying, which would hurt her body.

Coupled with the persuasion of Leng Fengkuang next to him, he gradually calmed down.

The rest of the Mengjiajun were just making jokes and didn't say much.

A meal, after eating for an hour, is over.

Leng Yi accompanied his parents, drinking tea and chatting in the room, and two hours later, in the middle of the night, they went back to their rooms to rest.

Throughout the whole day, Leng Yi had no time to spare, and finally had time to complete the task that had been delayed for more than ten days.

Next to him, Su Xiaoxiao washed his feet and immediately started to collect debts.

First stop, Sun Simiao!

The former king of medicine, the genius doctor of a generation, the patriarch of alchemy, and the medical saint who passed down the prescription of explosives.

When he appeared, Sun Simiao had a white beard and was sitting next to the alchemy furnace, holding a white dust whisk in his hand, in trance, waiting for the alchemy furnace to turn on.

In his later years, he liked alchemy, self-cultivation, and medical ethics.

People who have lived more than 100 years old are naturally highly respected, and even the emperor's invitation is casually refused.

"Lord Creditor, are you here? Are you a debt collector? Just wait there!"

Perhaps sensing Leng Yi's appearance, Sun Simiao opened his eyes and said to him.

(End of this chapter)