Demonic Cultivation in a Mountain Village

Fang Lin's extremely cautious attitude is unprecedented.

Yang Yongzhen, who had already walked out of the Jinxiu Haoting Hotel, was also relieved.

What Fang Lin could feel, he also felt, and the pressure Fang Lin brought to him also made him dare not relax.

This invisible confrontation came to an end like this. It can be said that the surface is calm and the clouds are calm, but in the dark, you come and I go.

The whole process was not dangerous, and neither party had any reservations, but neither of them slacked off.

Outside the hotel, a stretched Rolls-Royce with a local license plate from Handong was parked.

I don't know if the Yang family's influence has already extended into Handong and has considerable assets and influence; or if it was just a temporary purchase or lease for Yang Yongzhen's sudden change of itinerary. .??.

Next to the car, stood an old man with a straight back.

This old man looked so meticulous, no matter what he was wearing or what he said and did.

He stood there motionless, but exuded an elegant and rigorous temperament from the inside out.

Seeing Yang Yongzhen coming over, the old man bowed slightly and shouted: "Young Master."

"Lao Jiang, let's go. Let's go back to the capital."

Yang Yongzhen's tone was still so gentle and calm. It seemed like nothing could make his mood fluctuate.

The old man opened the car door in response, and only heard Yang Yongzhen, who had entered the car, say in a low voice: "This should not be underestimated."

A trace of surprise flashed across Lao Jiang's calm old face. So far, there are only two hands that can make his young master evaluate him in such a tone.

Among the entire younger generation in the capital, there are only a handful of young ladies from big families.

What is so special about this Fang Lin who stirred up troubles in the province of Handong?

How can he be worthy of the young master’s words of ‘not to be underestimated’?

Lao Jiang knew his identity, so he silently got into the driver's seat and started the car without saying anything.

I don’t ask about things I shouldn’t know, and I never inquire about things I shouldn’t know.

r\u003e Forget it if you don’t understand. Protecting your young master is your greatest duty.

"Lao Jiang, in the past two years, you have followed me all over the country and met many young talents. From what we have learned, what do you think of Fang Lin?"

The car started slowly, heading towards the airport.

Yang Yongzhen, who was sitting in the car, suddenly asked a question.

The old man known as Lao Jiang was driving the car steadily. He smiled when he heard this and said: "Master, Lao Jiang, I don't have much insight into people. If you really want to tell me, it's not as good as those above. More than enough."

When Yang Yongzhen heard this, he couldn't help but nodded, expressing his agreement with this evaluation.

Then, he shook his head slightly and said aloud: "It is true that he is better than the inferiors, but it is hard to say that he is not inferior to the superiors." His actions in the past few months seem to be unorganized and reckless, but in fact they are step by step.

There's nothing strange about this kind of thing happening unintentionally.

If it happened every time, it would be really extraordinary.

I think he's hiding something, and it's not as simple as it seems.

I think almost none of those guys in our Imperial City are his opponents. "

Lao Jiang has been with Yang Yongzhen for many years. He has watched his young master grow up and knows that he will never joke with him about this kind of thing.

Lao Jiang pondered for a moment, then asked: "Young master, do you want to use him as bait?"

"It's not sure yet. If he uses it as bait, he might be able to catch a big fish. But you also need to be able to go into the deep water area of ​​​​the capital. It's useless just toiling in a small place like Handong."

Yang Yongzhen pinched the slender index finger of his right hand and said calmly: "That Yao Chengjun may not be very good. But Xuanwu Temple and the old man in the capital are not easy to deal with."

Sure enough, there has never been anything in this society

Some are friendly for no reason, and some are just hidden interests and calculations.

Of course, calculation also depends on the quality and depth of attitude.

At least so far, Yang Yongzhen's image in Fang Lin's impression is pretty good.

Lao Jiang said with a smile: "It's rare to see you, young master, paying so much attention to someone."

"It's out of the question, at least not yet."

Yang Yongzhen looked sideways out of the car window and said softly: "It would be quite boring to play chess alone all the time."

The Qilin'er of the Yang family in the capital city has been extremely intelligent since he was a child. He is almost unrivaled among his generation in terms of wisdom of the city and the use of force.

There is a chess game in his heart. There are not many pieces on the chessboard, and the meaning of each piece is jaw-dropping.

It's just that he has been playing this game of chess with himself for too long, and he feels lonely.

Therefore, he traveled all over the country, looking for young heroes of his generation, hoping to find an opponent who was qualified to play against him.

Along the way, he met many people. Fang Lin was not the only one who interested him, nor was he the only one who could rival him in cultivation, but he was the only one he couldn't see through.

His acquaintance with Fang Lin made him think that it would be interesting to try to train a chess player by letting him serve as bait as a test.

Let’s talk about the other side.

Fang Lin, Qin Muwan and Wei Tingxuan had a meal together.

Halfway through the meal, Wei Tingxuan left with a very discerning excuse, leaving Fang Lin alone to face Qin Muwan.

Feeling the other party's increasingly undisguised admiration, Fang Lin felt his scalp numb.

After having two skin-to-skin kisses of 'massage and healing', Qin Muwan almost identified with Fang Lin, and her courtship offensive became more and more fierce.

Now it's even more unabashed. How can Fang Lin resist this?

If it were Su Xiaomeng, Xu Qingwan, or Shen Ke, any one of the three took such initiative, Fang Lin would have pulled him over to book a room without even saying a word.

But it happened to be Qin Muwan, a tiger girl...

Just when Fang Lin was a little worried, Gao Meilan, who had been avoiding him recently and not calling or sending text messages, suddenly got a call.

Fang Lin felt relieved and immediately answered the phone, using this as an excuse to walk out of the private room.

"You're such a heartless person, if people don't take the initiative to call you, you won't even get a call, right?" Gao Meilan's very aggrieved voice came from the other end.

Fang Lin pretended to be vicious and said: "I haven't settled the accounts with you for what happened last time, but you're complaining about me first?"

"Hmph!" Gao Meilan snorted dissatisfied and said: "You are a bad person, you got an advantage and still acted like a good boy. Do you think I don't know what happened that night? Such a beautiful woman took advantage of you for nothing, what else do you want? "

Fang Lin asked: "Where are you?"

Gao Meilan said aggrievedly: "Where else can I be? I just returned to the hotel from the set."

"Wait and see how I deal with you." Fang Lin hung up the phone.

He thought for a while, pretended to be in a hurry, and briefly explained to Qin Muwan. He ignored the other party's dissatisfied scolding and quickly went downstairs without looking back.

When he got downstairs, Fang Lin let out a long breath and said, "I finally escaped. It's really more tiring than fighting with someone."

Go downstairs, drive, and go straight to the hotel near the Chengxi Development Zone in one go.

In less than twenty minutes, Fang Lin arrived at the hotel where Gao Meilan was staying.

Go upstairs and knock on the door, and it is soon opened.

Gao Meilan was wearing translucent silk pajamas and seductive black underwear, looming.

Her hair was still wet and she had obviously just taken a shower.

The moment she saw Fang Lin, she couldn't help but feel joy on her face.

Then she tightened her pretty face, her eyes full of grievance and resentment, and looked at Fang Lin without saying a word.

Fang Lin looked at her outfit and recalled her beautiful figure under the silk pajamas, and a ball of fire rose in her abdomen.