I really don't want to be lucky

Chapter 125 124. You Are Mother's Heart

Now the anti-sleeping potion that Leng Zideng mentioned has not been confirmed by the owner.

So you can't eat the things he gives, what if there is poison in it?
Leng He gently closed the door and went back to work, but Leng Zhen's mother, who had witnessed the whole process, appeared outside the room.

There was a look of resentment in her eyes. If Leng He and her husband hadn't stopped her just now, she would have killed Leng Zideng a long time ago.

Now the satellite phone in Leng Zhen's mother's hand rang, and Leng Zhen's anxious voice came from inside:
"Mom, do you see clearly?"

"The magic medicine was really taken into the room by Leng He? Then go and steal it quickly, it's the magic medicine that hasn't escaped."

"Although the Daming Golden Palace has been blown into ruins, it is now tightly sealed, and if you want to enter, it will be difficult for anyone except the Patriarch to lose face.

"Leng Zideng must have got something good in it! No matter what is in it, Mom, you must help me get that medicine."

"Good son, don't worry, you are mother's heart, who else can I help if I don't help you?"

"I won't just sit around and do nothing like your dead ghost father, who is afraid of this and that all day long. Just wait, I'll steal the medicine right now."

Leng Zhen's mother hastily cut off the phone.

In a blink of an eye, she came outside Leng He's bedroom, pulled out the hairpin and started poking the lock.

Her natal family is proficient in all kinds of clever locks, so it is easy for her to open the lock and get in.

Although Leng He's safe with three combination disks in the room was a bit difficult to handle, Leng Zhenmu just took a little more time and opened it after trying a few more tools.

When she went out with the fragrant black pill, she looked so proud of herself that she really wanted to beat her up.

"Is this okay? The more I look at that Leng Zideng these two days, the more I feel that he is not a good person. How about we help him instead?
"Anyway, it's impossible for our branch to become the heir of the Patriarch. It's better to choose a big force to join us."

Seeing that Hei Wan got it so easily, Leng Zhen's father was not happy but worried, and was still trying to persuade Leng Zhen's mother to let him go back.

But Leng Zhen's mother directly scolded him for not thinking about his son's future.

She was planning to keep this medicine for her son, even the Heavenly King and Lao Tzu would not want to take it away from her.

Although Leng Zideng has not been in Leng Zhai for a long time, but by giving some benefits to the talkative servants, he can always learn about the gossip in this house.

Soon Leng Zhen's parents had a big quarrel, and the news that Leng Zhen's mother wanted to go out to relax reached his ears.

Relaxation is false, but proper placement of the pill is true.

It's a pity that the medicine is fake, he Leng Zideng deliberately gave it to Leng He, and let Leng Zhen's mother steal it.

Thinking that he would not be able to meet the Patriarch until another day, Leng Zideng packed up and got up to meet Elder Hulan who lived in the side courtyard.

This elder used to be one of the main combat strength of the Leng Clan, and also one of the main backers of Leng Zhen's parents.

It's just that as he got old and frail, and his sleeping sickness became more and more serious, he became more and more marginalized in Leng's house.

It was night, and Leng Zideng stepped forward on the slippery ground.

The lights in the courtyard were dim, and the bleak bamboo forest shook slightly.

The elder code-named "Hulan" was lying on a couch like an abandoned old man.

He didn't wear a blanket. Although his body was old, his foundation in martial arts was still there, and his body's energy and blood were not too cold.

"Oh, it turned out to be the beggar kid who became famous two days ago. What can I do for you?"

Hulan used to be extremely obsessed with beautiful men, and she did not seldom do tricky things when she was young.

But when the power and power gradually moved away from him, the crazy enjoyment of the past can only become a memory to relive.

So he speaks quite calmly, before he didn't pay any attention to a poor boy like Leng Zideng.

Well, of course there are exceptions, one is that he is greedy for others' bodies, and the other is that he is greedy for other people's bodies.

Facing Hulan, Leng Zideng's eyes flashed disgust.

However, he still respectfully knelt down to salute, and sincerely offered a black pill with a faint fragrance with both hands.

"This is the magic medicine I obtained in the Daming Golden Palace. Doctor Strange made it himself. I dedicate it to Elder Hulan today."

"In this yard, even the servants call me Hulan, it's hard for you to add the word 'elder'."

Hu Lan sat up from the reclining chair, her face was full of frowns and her eyes were old, she picked up the black pill and looked at the light.

"This medicine is not just for me, is it? Leng He also has it?"

Unexpectedly, Hulan was still in the inner courtyard and still had insight into the surroundings.

"It was supposed to be dedicated to Elder Hulan, but Leng Zhen's parents planned to assassinate him, so I dedicated the medicine to Steward Leng He for protection.

But the medicine seemed to have found its way into the hands of Leng Zhen's mother. "

"Whatever you say, it seems that you can learn to beat around the bush at a young age."

Hu Lan rolled her eyes, threw the pill into the air, stretched her mouth out and swallowed it.

"The elder doesn't seem to be afraid that this is poison?"

Leng Zideng raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Half of your body is buried in the ground, are you still afraid of death?"

Hu Lan closed her eyes and felt the pills entering her body, and sure enough, the heat surged, and her drowsiness was swept away.

"I feel pretty good now, but I don't know how long this medicine will last? What do you want, boy?

"Don't mention it's too difficult, then I can't help."

A smile slowly formed on the corner of Leng Zideng's mouth:
"Originally there was still a pill, but now it is taken by the wicked. Don't the elders want to ask for it back?"

"Lengshock parents?
Heh, this is a good suggestion. Seeing that I am old and can no longer speak in front of the Lord's family, I stopped my offerings, and I am not very respectful to me on a daily basis. "

Hulan got up and lifted the sword, pinching the mantra and exuding spiritual power to explore the surroundings.

All the characters and scenes were transmitted to his mind at once.

This is his famous technique, but when drowsiness and aging inevitably strike, he stops using this technique.

But now that Leng Zideng gave him the magic medicine, he used this trick again, and Hulan opened his eyes for a moment:
"The person has been found, boy, do you want to go with me to see the fun?"

Tiger Orchid sniffed a piece of bamboo leaf at the tip of its nose, its appearance was quite coquettish when it was young.

……

When Leng Zhen's mother's blood splashed on Leng Zhen's face, he felt a sense of relief.

After half a month of chasing and fleeing, the pain was relieved and dissipated.

Pulling out the dagger, Leng Zideng sat on the edge of a stone in the wilderness to rest.

In front of him was a car that rolled over. Leng Zhen's parents were going out to hide from the limelight, but they were intercepted and killed by Hu Lan.

Hulan was rummaging through the pockets of the people in the car.

But nothing was found except gold and silver sundries. Instead, there was a small sandalwood box embedded in the bottom part of the car, and a black pill was inside when opened.

It's just that when he rubbed the pill twice with his fingers, the black skin fell off and the white poison core remained.

"Who's lying to me?"

Hu Lan's eyes wandered between Leng Zideng and Leng Zhen's father, he still thought of his years of worship, so he still saved Leng Zhen's father's life.

"It's not me... um..."

Father Leng Zhen was silenced by Bai Bu, knelt on the ground in the mud and shook his head in fear.

"Does it matter who it is? Elder Hulan, do you still count on Leng Zhen for your future offerings?"

"I'm going to meet the head of the family tomorrow, don't you want to be my help, elder?"

The dexterous dagger in Leng Zideng's hand reflected the cold light.

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(End of this chapter)