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The old man had a frown on his face and shrugged his shoulders. His whole person seemed to have gained points and was desolate out of thin air.

"Don't worry about him. That old man is just too old, so he always thinks about other things. Let's go down there and see if there is anything missing."

In order to seduce Ma Bozhuo as soon as possible, ahem, and attract him to become a disciple as soon as possible, Jiang Feng would spare no effort to show off his skills in front of Ma Bozhuo as long as he got the opportunity.

As soon as he saw Jiang Feng's different behavior, the old man understood clearly. He stopped being so messy and watched quietly as the two future brothers left.

Originally, the bodyguard captain went out with Ma Bozhuo, but after Ma Bozhuo left with Jiang Feng, a big hand suddenly stretched out from behind, directly picked up the back of the bodyguard captain's neck and carried him back.

"Eh?"

He only had time to make a confused sound, and then he could only helplessly watch the door being closed in front of his eyes.

Although Jiang Feng, who was leading the way, did not look back, he could tell through his voice what "good deeds" the old man was doing.

In order to prevent the old man's glorious image that he had finally built up from being damaged in Ma Bozhuo's heart, Jiang Feng could only sigh and appointed him to cover up the old man in front of Ma Bozhuo.

"Just stay with me later. If the situation changes, I can take action in time. Otherwise, you don't have to go down."

In this way, according to Ma Bozhuo's temperament, there is basically only one choice.

"I will follow you faithfully."

When he said these words, Ma Bozhuo's eyes were bright, and Jiang Feng was in a trance for a moment.

At that moment when Jiang Feng was wandering, he seemed to see himself as a fledgling man many years ago. The feeling of being full of curiosity and ambition about everything in the world was something Jiang Feng had not felt for a long time.

When Ma Bozhuo was very obedient and did whatever he was told, even if Jiang Feng didn't let him do it without even looking at him, the two of them soon came to the place where Jiang Feng had placed the plants.

"Look."

Following Jiang Feng's words, Ma Bozhuo also knew that the destination of their trip was not far ahead.

When he stood still and looked around, the scene in front of him made him fascinated.

I only saw that the plants Jiang Feng had placed before had burst the flower pots, and the fragments of the flower pots were scattered not far around the plants. There was no waste of soil, and they were all tightly bound by the roots of the plants. Tightly locked into a ball.

As for the plant, Mabozhuo was not sure whether his current mental state was good.

Because he saw a thin mist floating just above the plants, with nothing around that could control the mist.

As time passed, under the gaze of the two men, the mist began to form a spiral shape, with the bottom directly connected to the top of the plant.

The thin mist was decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Judging from the situation of the plants connected to it, Mabozhuo unconsciously had a guess in his mind.

"Ah...isn't this plant absorbing the mist?"

Although Ma Bozhuo was not sure whether the fog was the same thing as the previous fog, he vaguely felt in his heart that maybe what he couldn't believe was the truth of the matter?

When Jiang Feng heard this, he looked at him curiously.

"Why do you say that?"

Ma Bozhuo was stunned by these words.

"Can't you see? The fog is decreasing and is still connected to the plant. There should be a connection, right?"

As soon as these words came out, a faint smile appeared on Jiang Feng's face.

"It seems that it is fate for you to become Master's disciple. We are indeed destined."

Jiang Feng just said such a sentence without any beginning or end. The curiosity in Ma Bozhuo's heart made him want to turn it into reality so that he could throw it directly on Jiang Feng's head, preferably with a critical hit.

Ma Bozhuo didn't have any good impressions of anyone who half-talked, as long as he wasn't himself.