Chapter 567 Two Children!

"Welcome to the afternoon express. I'm Wang Jing, a reporter from the infield of the Perfume Guild. Through the big screen, you can clearly see that after a short few hours of competition, Mu Fan, a name that everyone had never heard of half a year ago, is forever branded in the minds of each of us Chinese people. In the middle, Mu Fan, he succeeded in challenging the five talented masters!"

"I am a live broadcast reporter in the outfield. We can clearly see that tens of thousands of people standing outside the perfume guild at this time can't control themselves at this time. I can deeply feel the enthusiasm of the people and follow **, Mu Fan, the name can be heard from the mouths of the people everywhere..."

"Professor Han, you have succeeded in challenging Mu Fan's five talented players in the perfume industry this time. During this period, I have done my homework overnight in the ten-year competition held by our Chinese Perfume Association. At this time, I instantly thought that Long Xiang of the Long family won the championship with his strong strength. What do you think of this... ..”

Watching the news on TV, Li Fengyang stood quietly and poured tea for the old man in the old man's study in the Li family courtyard.

The old man squinted his eyes and said with a smile, "What do you think of Mu Fan at this time?"

Li Fengyang said with a wry smile, "Half an angel and half a devil!"

The old man looked at Li Fengyang with a smile.

Li Fengyang sighed; "It's amazing to say that he is an angel because such an elegant thing as perfume can reach such a height in his hand! He said that he was the devil because Mu Fan was indeed a murderous and cruel man, and Ling Hujing had been defeated by him.

The old man rolled his eyelids and asked lightly, "What's going on?"

Li Fengyang said very contradictoryly, "After the morning game, Mu Fan went out, and the news that Mu Fan was indeed killed. And it didn't take long for Ling Hujing to go out to identify the body.

The old man paused and sighed, "I thought Ling Hujing was much calmer than Mu Fan, so that I wouldn't be so anxious to kill him..."

Li Fengyang said helplessly; "Although Linghu Jing is a leader, for so many years, Situ Kong has not been in the mood to fight with him, and I don't care about such a person who is too scheming. Suddenly, a Mu Fan suddenly appeared. He was naturally very interested. It's a pity that Mu Fan gave him too much shock..."

After the old man was silent for a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and hit the nail on the head; "Ring Hujing did not lose in the heart, but in the heart. Before, Ling Hujing had been trying to rebel against the people around Mu Fan. I think Ling Hujing left in a hurry this time. I'm afraid that the people around him were successfully rebelled by Mu Fan. He made a plan. This trick is a little harsh..."

Li Fengyang was slightly stunned and didn't understand. He tried his best to recall the news. After a while, he was shocked. Suddenly, he remembered Liu Yun, who was a cronies of Linghu Jing. At the beginning, he wanted to kill Mu Fan. It seemed that the rest of the people died later, but only Liu Yun survived.

At this time, in a dilapidated tin house in the suburbs, a figure who should not have appeared here.

Standing at the door, looking from the dark room, three thousand long hairs fell on her shoulders, like a fairy falling into the mortal world. Against the background of dusk, she was extremely holy, and her body was beautiful and wild.

Black leather vest, black leather shorts, and two strange double pulley pistols tied to her legs, it's Mera.

After smoking a cigarette, Mera turned around and walked to the room. At this time, there was a scarred figure lying in the corner of the room, but it was Linghuheng.

Mela walked to her, squatted down, took out a cigarette from her pocket and lit it and put it in Linghuheng's mouth. She said in fluent Chinese indifferently, "Your task has been completed,"

Linghu Heng looked up slightly, looked at Mela's wild figure, and smiled stiffly, "Without me, Ling Hujing really won't look at Mu Fan's charred body. Who are you? Can you tell me now?"

The crazy figure in the jungle in the suburbs of Hangzhou came to Mera's mind, with a heart-in-heart curvature on the corners of her mouth and said lightly; "After Linghujing's death, you are the first heir of the Linghu family. We are fairer than trading, and there will be no opportunity to cooperate in the future, so I can't answer your question."

The knife fell, and the rope on Ling Huheng's body was untied. As soon as Ling Huheng sat up, Mela's figure had disappeared. What was left was indeed the almost crazy and ferocious face of Linghu Heng.

In the perfume guild arena, the single competition has begun. There should have been only seven people in the single competition, but at this time there are five more people, and all five of them feel unsurpassable.

Mu Fan left. At this time, he appeared beside the marble Taiji pattern on the top floor of the Taiji Building, touching the Taiji pattern, and his tentacles were cold.

At this time, in addition to No. 1, there are also dragonfly and Qingyan standing behind Mu Fan.

After smoking a cigarette, Mu Fan looked at the far away and asked, "How could Linghu Jing really go?"

No. 1 bowed his head and said in a low voice; "A woman from your friend kidnapped Linghu Heng,"

Mu Fan was slightly stunned and frowned, "What kind of woman?"

The dragonfly said with a wry smile, "Don't think about it, it's Mela. He said thank you for avenging her this time."

Mu Fan was not surprised. He sat so quietly against the marble wall. After smoking several cigarettes, he stood up and patted his buttocks and walked towards the venue.

At 5:30 p.m., the single competition ended. The five owners who were driven down by Mu Fan should have kept the position of the family's director without any suspense, but to anyone's surprise, the Shen family was left behind.

Longyang and Ding Jun entered the top six. The result is that Liu Feng and Shen Qing are at the same level, regardless of height!

What's more shocking is that Mu Fan, a nine-year-old child, actually occupied the head with a lonely and arrogant attitude and won the first place in the singles competition, which undoubtedly slapped the five geniuses of the five major governing families in the face again.

The moment when Mu Fan appeared at the meeting was also the moment when Xu Feitu announced the results with a black face.

The whole audience is boiling, there are cheers, there are displeathes, there are noises!

Longyang walked to Wu Linger, who had completely lost his confidence at this time, and took the latter's hand. This time, he did not get Wu Linger's arrogant anger, but looked listless.

Longyang is shorter than Wu Linger. The two stand together, just like an elder sister and a younger brother. Long Yang smiled and said, "Wu Linger, you are very beautiful. Unfortunately, my aunts are very beautiful, so you have to work hard. You are so young. When I am an aunt, you will definitely not be able to beat my beautiful aunts, but it doesn't matter. I have confidence in you."

"What does aunt mean?" Wu Linger has no temper with the child Longyang. After all, she is also a child, and she asked with confused eyes;

Long Yang pointed to Mu Fan, who had just walked behind him at this time, and said with a smile, "Don't you like him? If you get along with him in the future, you will be my aunt."

"I don't like him anymore. I don't like him anymore..." Wu Linger shook off Longyang's hand and walked towards the corner under the stage. At this time, he was sitting quietly with an aging figure. He was the supreme existence of the Wu family, and he was Wu Linger's grandfather.

Wu Linger walked to the old man and said a word. He reached the old man's arms, put his arms around the old man's neck, buried his head in the latter's chest, and cried.

The old man gently patted Wu Linger on the back, with a smile on his face and doting; "Ling'er doesn't cry. The boy's level can be compared with that of his grandfather. He got the true biography of Longtian's old thing. It's not a shame for you to lose..."