Dongfang Pei felt that Feng Qinglang understood, and couldn't help laughing: "My old man was really a little scared at that time... In Haoran's letter to me, he mentioned the situation when you sealed the monster egg magic pattern, so inexplicably, I felt something strange

They’re all a bit similar.”

In fact, it is not like Dongfang Pei's experience. It is far more dangerous than the monster egg. To say it is similar, it is just the weird feeling of being able to hear the voice of the sealed object.

Dongfang Pei added: "Some time ago, I specifically checked the records of the large seals on the stigmata. What a coincidence. In the past two years, almost all the seals have shown signs of loosening."

Feng Qinglang immediately remembered the trial space during the College League preliminaries, the terrifying volcano, and the creatures deep in the volcano.

Dongfang Pei seemed to have guessed what Feng Qinglang was thinking, and nodded and said: "Yes, you were considered to be in the same group that time."

Suddenly, Feng Qinglang noticed that his old friend's eyes had become deep and shining, and he immediately said decisively: "Old guy, what do you want? Why are his eyes becoming more and more unscrupulous?"

Dongfang Pei laughed and said: "Given our relationship, your cautious eyes will hurt the heart of an old friend."

Feng Qinglang said: "It's just because I'm too familiar with it and it hurts my heart, so I'm on guard."

Dongfang Pei solemnly said: "Qinglang, I just have a small request. If St. Mark is unfortunate and encounters any big difficulties in the future, I hope you can give me a little help."

He suddenly became serious when he said this, and it suddenly turned into invisible pressure, making the atmosphere a little heavy. However, even a continent will be in trouble, what kind of situation will that be? For the future, Dongfang

Did Pei guess something or see something in advance?

Feng Qinglang responded decisively: "Old guy, I am not a savior, nor do I have any compassion for others. Do you understand what I am saying?"

Dongfang Pei nodded to express his understanding and said: "But I think so, I have that kind of feeling, you can help me."

When Feng Qinglang saw Fang Zhenger saying such words, she couldn't help but laugh: "But, I am still a patient. You see, you were betting that I wouldn't survive this winter."

"Aren't you just getting better?"

"It's just getting better, not recovering..." Feng Qinglang also followed the other person's example and explained in a very serious tone. He is not a person who makes promises lightly and never promises others easily.

But before he could finish speaking, Dongfang Pei touched the cup in his hand lightly with his cup again, and said sternly: "I don't care, I'll treat it as your promise."

His slender fingers also bumped into Feng Qinglang's hand, and with lightning speed, he lightly hooked his tail finger with Feng Qinglang's, and in an unusually childish way, he insisted that this promise had been achieved.

Feng Qinglang smiled bitterly and remained silent for a while before saying, "Old guy, your self-confidence has been a bit low recently?"

"When people get old, they can't help but have random thoughts. I always feel that I am getting closer and closer to the end of my life... Oh, God is jealous of talents," Dongfang Pei said with great sincerity.

Feng Qinglang couldn't help laughing and said: "Isn't the word "jealous of talents" used to describe geniuses who die young? You are already this age, even if you die immediately, isn't this normal?"

Dongfang Pei said angrily: "I have a very good body and a high level. It is not a problem to live for another two or three hundred years, but I smell the breath of death. How abnormal..."

He seemed unwilling to talk about this topic any more. He seemed to feel that he had fulfilled his promise by kidnapping Feng Qinglang and could not mention it any more. He changed the topic and said, "I'm not the only one who smells the breath of death. Your current employer Nan

Ling, I got together with him some time ago and my health was really bad..."

Feng Qinglang could only sigh with Dongfang Pei. Nan Ling is a good person. Unfortunately, countless examples throughout the ages have proven that good people do not live long, especially sentimental good people.

Dongfang Pei paused and then said: "He also specifically discussed with me how to successfully transform your relationship from your current employer to your future father-in-law."

Feng Qinglang smiled bitterly: "Your Excellency Nan Ling really has confidence in me. I remember that some time ago, we were still arguing about who would live longer."

Dongfang Pei laughed, his smile was somewhat sad, and said: "Okay, I will have to talk to you about this later. I'm almost here today. It takes too long for a junior like you to visit a wise master like me.

It will arouse some unnecessary curiosity."

Feng Qinglang nodded, drank the glass of fruit wine in one gulp, stood up, and listened to Dongfang Pei: "You came to help the Bi family, you must be short of money, right?"

Feng Qinglang's eyes immediately lit up, and she smiled enthusiastically: "What, old guy, do you have spare money? Lend me one billion and eighty million gold coins for Huahua. I have a good cultural company under my command now, and I can mortgage it to you first."

Dongfang Pei also smiled and said: "I am still raising funds for the research project under my command. What I want to say is that there are still three days before the Hidden Family Competition. During this period, many Hidden Family will borrow money.

This is an opportunity to invite some powerful people to give classes to their elite disciples to open their eyes. The remuneration is not low, so I gave a few open classes and made a fortune."

"Sounds good, then write me a letter of recommendation immediately"

"If you want me to recommend you, you have to give me an additional commission."

"roll"

For the major hidden families on the St. Mark Continent, the quadrennial competition is their feast.

In just half a month, a large number of interactions will take place here, many contracts that will affect the future direction of the mainland will be completed, transactions of astonishing value will be reached, and there will be countless cooperations in small fields... And

Important talents from the magic world, illusion world, material world, etc. will also appear in large numbers at this event. After all, in order to achieve better rankings and resource allocation, Bi's family is not the only one who will hire gunmen.

Therefore, the outstanding ones among these talents are often invited to give several public classes to broaden their knowledge and broaden their horizons for the younger generations of each family.

If Feng Qinglang was just a gunnery illusionist competing on behalf of the Bi family, he would definitely not be qualified to give open classes. However, the character he played, Mr. Wen Ruyu, was the number one hero who helped Biyuntian escape from illusions. He has a certain legendary color, and even more

Regardless, there is a special recommendation from the sage Dongfang Pei behind me.

So, he also had this qualification.

The venue for the open class is a small opera house, just on the other side of the back garden of the main hall of the club, which is a supporting facility of the club.

The opera house is beautifully decorated, full of the style of the ancient Guangming Dynasty era. The colors are calm and low-key, but in the extremely luxurious decoration, once one takes a closer look at the details, one can feel the extremely bright colors and that

Dazzling brilliance.

This is an open class held at eight o'clock in the evening. Logically speaking, it is impossible for the newly arrived Mr. Wen Ruyu to occupy such a prime time and such a prime location.
Chapter completed!