Looking at the current scene in the morning, I rubbed my temples helplessly. If I had known that he would not have spoken too much, I would have to compensate him. Although more than 100,000 is indeed not much money for the children of several aristocratic families, it is too unpaid just for the wet blanket...

"That's good." Xing Tian snorted twice, sat back, took out a card from his pocket, and a long list of numbers written on it: "This is my bank card number, call this card!"

Three people: "…"

The stingy old man really can't afford to mess with him.

At this time, Xing Xing, who was lying on the ground, finally woke up. Before getting up, he twitched on the ground several times and spit out a mouthful of white foam. However, the few people were concentrating on talking, and no one cared about him at all.

Xing Xing looked at the people with a gaze and said breathlessly: "Can you take care of me?"

Now, everyone finally turned their attention to him again, but they all showed a look of indifference.

Xing Tian gave him a blank look: "Why are you talking so much? You are not dead? What do you want me to care about you?"

"It's a big deal, bringing a grandson is troublesome." Speaking of this, Xing Tian seemed to think of something, turned to look at Lin Feng, his eyes flashing: "How about you help me take this kid away, I don't want you to compensate me?"

Lin Feng was stunned for a moment and was about to say no.

But Xing Tian spoke quickly and did not let Lin Feng speak at all. Then he continued: "It's settled, I'm going to take a step first."

Unexpectedly, the old man's body was really tough. Before he could finish his words, he was like an arrow from a string, running away in a flash, leaving only a distant back for the three of them.

Wanchen was stunned and touched his nose. After a while, he squeezed out a sentence: "I'll go..."

I don’t know when it was, but the servant who had brought them in before appeared behind Lin Feng like a ghost, patted him on the shoulder: “Let me take a few young masters out.”

"My mother!" The few people were shocked and stared at the servant, for a while.

Because the servant's attitude was very tough, the three of them and Xing Xing were kicked out of the mansion.

Just as they left the mansion, the servant slammed and closed the door.

Lin Feng stood there, turned around and looked over, and couldn't help but be amazed that the servant was hidden. Lin Feng thought he was very powerful, but when the servant came over, he didn't notice it. Could it be that the servant was also a hidden master?

If the servant knew that Lin Feng was thinking, he would definitely laugh for several days. He just walked through the hall to the back door, and Lin Feng and the others were all paying attention to Xing Tian at that time, which caused the scene of being shocked by the servant.

Of course, Lin Feng could not know about this anymore. He admired Xing Tian a little more. As expected, the boss!

But they have a little burden on this trip...

Lin Feng turned his gaze to Xing Xing, a hairy boy who had just reached Lin Feng's armpit.

At this time, Wanchen could no longer help it, pointed at Xing Xing and scolded him: "I said why is your status in your family so low? The old man said he would drive you away."

"How could I know! Why are you mad at me? Go and mad at my grandfather!" Xing Xing gave him a blank look and didn't take him seriously at all.

When Xia Jue saw Wanchen being defeated, he couldn't help but laugh: "Let's go find a knife. It's getting late, and I'll meet Di Yun and the others tonight."

He brought the topic to the point and also reminded Lin Feng and the others to come to the black market mainly for the sake of knife.

Without further ado, the few people followed Xing Xing and left and right again. Since it was not too early, there were fewer people outside.

"Where can I find it?" Lin Feng looked at the avenue and saw that various shops were crowded together, and there were many street stalls next to the alley.

Suddenly, Xing Xing suddenly interrupted: "What kind of knife are you looking for? I remember a few days ago I met an old man who sold knives, but his knife was ugly, and later he was beaten by the urban management."

"Uh...Urm...Urm Management?"

This title is really hard to describe.

"Take us a look." Lin Feng was really clueless and said casually.

He was already satisfied when he came here to know that the poison on his body was not the real poison. Besides, he had no hope of finding the knife.

The group went on and off, and it took an entire hour to find the old man who sold the knife. The culprit was Xing Xing. He threatened Lin Feng and the others to buy food for him many times on the way, otherwise he would not lead the way...

Lin Feng rubbed his temples and looked at the old man squatting in the corner in front of him. He saw his unkempt face and his sloppy appearance were compared with Xing Xing. There was a white cloth in front of him, a knife and an advertising paper on it.

After walking in a few points, I then read the content on the advertisement paper: "The son at home died, the wife ran away with someone, and she still owed a lot of debts. I really can't afford to buy a coffin, so I came here to sell my ancestral knife, which is only 10,000 yuan. I hope someone kind-hearted to help."

"Damn, it's not a scam vendor, right?" Wanchen widened his eyes and couldn't help but swear after browsing the advertisement.

The content on the advertising paper is indeed the most commonly used thing for beg dealers. They are tired of reading it, and the old man is still using it.

The old man suddenly looked up and glared at Wanchen fiercely: "If you want to buy it, pay for it. If you don't buy it, get out of here."

"Hey, why are you, an old liar, so angry!" Wanchen couldn't help it and shouted at him.

Xia Jue subconsciously pulled him, and then he didn't let him continue talking.

The old man gave him a blank look, turned around and squatted on the ground, knocked his eyes and went to sleep.

Lin Feng looked at the knife, which was covered with dirt and seemed to be rusted. It looked like an old knife that had been stored for many years, and there was no sign of the difference between it and an ordinary kitchen knife.

He was secretly sure that this was a rusty kitchen knife, not a rumored divine knife at all. He originally thought that he could meet an ugly divine weapon like the protagonist in those fantasy novels...

"I said, "Old man, why are you selling it with a kitchen knife?" Lin Feng squatted down, picked up the knife and weighed it in his hand. It weighed very lightly, and it should be a inferior kitchen knife: "You have to disguise yourself as a ancestral knife, and at least remove the rust on it and tie a red belt to attract people, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man suddenly took action, and his thin palm, like an eagle claw, rushed towards Lin Feng.

Lin Feng was shocked and immediately hid to the side, so that he did not let the palm fall on him.
Chapter completed!