Chapter 24 Fairy Flower

"Don't, don't... I'm just a messenger, a humble messenger..." The other party said as he untied the cloth on his face.

"Ah!" Pan Hongsheng was shocked: the other party's cheeks had actually rotted, half of the bones were clearly exposed, and there were some white things slowly beating... Extremely disgusting!

The assassin tied the cloth again and shrugged his shoulders helplessly: "See? I used to be the enemy of Lord Orion, but now I can only serve this supreme majesty honestly. He gave me a chance to live, so that I can continue to exist in the world in this way of the living dead after being cursed... If you pull back from the cliff, maybe you can also..."

"Huh! What's the difference between living like this and dying!? Pan Hongsheng looked at the other party contemptuously: "Are you happy to live like this?"

"I'm not happy, but it's better than turning into rotten and knowing nothing! In the face of death, there is no real hero!" The messenger also seemed to be stimulated: "Kid! Don't change the topic. Have you really considered the condition that you don't accept Lord Orion? This is the last chance!"

"I never want opportunities given by others. Opportunities are created by myself!" Pan Hongsheng pointed his finger at the other party: "For the sake that you are also a victim, I won't kill you this time!" If you meet me next time, you can't even do it!"

"Haha... I don't need you to kill..." The assassin suddenly shot a desperate light in his eyes: "I didn't complete the task of persuading you, and it won't take long..."

Pan Hongsheng stopped talking, and he suddenly felt a little sad.

This opponent was an enemy with Orian before, and may also be a hero.

Those who can make Orion an opponent are not simple characters!

But now I can only live a day by looking at other people's faces. This feeling... It's really better than death!

"Are you waiting to die like this?" Just when the other party was about to leave, Pan Hongsheng asked, "Don't you want to fight for a dead net?"

The assassin who was about to die turned his head feebly: "Do you want me to help you deal with Orian? It's useless... He is too strong, not ordinary strong! I... I don't dare to face him anymore..."

"There is no choice now. If you don't fight, you will die!" Pan Hongsheng suddenly had an impulse. I don't know why he sympathized with this person.

Unexpectedly, the other party said, "I'd rather die than face him again!"

After saying that, the assassin dodged away and looked at the speed of the body. He was definitely not an idle person!

Would you rather die than fight Orian?

The sky is getting gloomy, and the dark clouds cover the sky, but I haven't seen a thunderstorm for a long time. It seems that something is brewing...

An invisible pressure enveloped Pan Hongsheng. When a person slowly walked back, the trees and flowers next to him danced in the strong wind, which looked particularly ferocious.

The mobile phone rang.

The original cheerful ringtone became particularly strange at this time.

He was stunned for a moment and picked it up.

"Who?" Pan Hongsheng felt that his voice trembled slightly.

"It's me... Brother Sheng... When will you send me the paper! It's all numb..."

After going back, Pan Hongsheng mobilized everyone to go crazy to find the old way, but the guy who had a lot of food seemed to evaporate from the world, without a trace.

"Boss, I'm sorry..." The flower demon lowered his head with an apologetic face: "I haven't found the person you want me to find..."

"Don't care about your business." After Pan Hongsheng knew the life of the flower demon, he paid more attention to the other party's feelings.

He still remembers that the day in the hotel private room, all the disguised flower demons were so pitiful, and the sad eyes of his thin arms were completely different from the cold and capable woman he usually saw.

"Go to rest first and ask your subordinates to continue to search. Whether Bowen's life can be saved may be on him!" Pan Hongsheng sighed, and what the old man said that day came to his mind: Xuanyuan's blood, Dengxianguo... These mysterious things were so unrealistic in his eyes, but at this time he couldn't help but believe it!

It's true that my talent is true, and it's true that I don't respond to ordinary poison at all, but why is there no resistance to Orion's curse?

Thinking about the puppet assassin who would rather die than continue fighting, he sighed gently: It turns out that sometimes death is an easy thing and a kind of relief.

When the flower demon opened the door and left, the secretary Xiaomi rushed in happily: "Boss! Someone is looking for you!"

"See the guest!" Pan Hongsheng was in a depressed mood: "I said that Zhao Qing is responsible for the company's administrative business for the time being!"

"But..." Before Xiaomi finished speaking, he only heard a burst of cheerful laughter: "What's wrong? Looking for me everywhere... Now I'm delivering it to my door but avoiding it? What's the reason?"

It's still a dilapidated Taoist uniform, and it's still the pleats and obscene smile.

Pan Hongsheng jumped up suddenly: "Xiaomi, make tea! Then close the door!"

The sloppy Taoist arched his hand: "I'm sorry, young man, I left without saying goodbye a few days ago. There is indeed a reason..."

"Did you notice that someone was tracking you?" Pan Hong raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "What a master! The assassin was so deep that I didn't even notice it at the beginning..."

The old man smiled and said, "Actually, I'm in a hurry. I don't pay attention to that kind of sneaky little devil! I forgot to do one thing before I went out, so I had to rush back after I was 80% full..."

"What's so important?" Pan Hongsheng tried his best to hide his surprise: Are you probably full? You are about to empty other people's store!

"I forgot to water the flowers that day, and I didn't remember it until I ate it until I ate it..." The old man said and put the small flower pot in his hand on the table: "Look, you have to water it on time at noon every day, and it's not bad at all! I have been cultivating the fairy flower for seven years, and now I'm about to die..."

Pan Hongsheng almost rolled his eyes angrily: "You suddenly disappeared back just to water the flowers?"

"This is not an ordinary flower..." Lao Dao quickly defended: "Look, although the flowers are small, they are of good quality! How gorgeous! It's like a beautiful woman in the south, gentle and moist..."

"Okay, okay..." Pan Hongsheng covered and sighed, "Let's order it directly, Taoist priest... A friend of mine was cursed by Orion, and I guess he will attack in less time... Please be sure to save him! I agree to any price! I can afford to pay for it!"

"Hehe, young man, money is not everything... How much can you give?" Lao Dao drank a cup of tea in one gulp.

"I'll give as much as you want!" Pan Hongsheng said word by word, "Have you seen this building? If you can save my friend, this is yours!"

The old man smiled and said, "I can't use such a big house, but I think your building has good feng shui. Just give me the roof."

"The roof?" Pan Hongsheng couldn't believe his ears: "Do you live on the roof?"

"Yes, I'm not used to living in a covered place, because my flowers need sunshine..." The old man stood up and was about to go out: "I'll go and see how the typhoon is!"

Pan Hongsheng followed up with a shriveled head, and the old man suddenly shouted when he arrived at the rooftop: "Good song feng shui treasure! There is auspicious air in front and a spiritual root on the ground, which is located in the eye of the tortoise rock. No wonder it can't stand down even in great trouble!"

Pan Hongsheng can understand what the other party said, and some can't understand it.

But the fact that his building was continuously attacked by the other party but stood still, it was not bad at all!

Think about the disaster that the building has suffered over the years. The North American special forces have attacked here several times, but they have always been safe and sound. At most, they are just repairing, but they have never been shaken.

"It seems that the architect you use is also a little ventilated..." Lao Dao spit: "Look at this layout, it's really good... Although he may not seem to understand everything, he has mastered the key positions. If it weren't for such a layout, the building would have been unable to withstand this auspicious atmosphere, and it will soon be destroyed!"

Pan Hongsheng shook his head: "Taoist priest... Did you promise to save my friend? Are you really sure to cast a spell to untie his curse?

"Remoke the curse? Are you kidding!" Lao Dao waved his hand and smiled, "I won't do that kind of thing. In fact, there is only one person in the world who can solve this curse. Orian's curse is rootless, non-poisonous, non-drug, non-spiritual resentment, not the method of yin and yang opposition. It is a rare and innate ability in the world. No one can solve that kind of thing except the owner of Haifang!"

"Master Haifang! Is he an old man with hair like a steel needle? Pan Hongsheng's eyes dimmed: "You mean him? That's really over... He has been..."

The old man interrupted without waiting for him to finish: "I know, because he died, so I decided to intervene in this matter!" Otherwise, I also feel very tricky about the role of Orian!"

"So, did you... come to us on purpose?" Pan Hongsheng didn't know how to describe his emotions, and his fingers trembling a little.

At this moment, Zhang Bowen also came up to the rooftop careless: "Big boss! What are you doing on the rooftop? Don't take me to check, I'm fine! Hey? This is not the old way of eating that day. I'm looking for you! Let's see how I can teach you a lesson!"