Chapter 471 (1/2)

He Feng doesn't have time to spend here with the misty son. After all, compared with the idle man misty son.

He Feng has a lot to deal with.

For example, he has so many women.

At this time, he Feng completely experienced the troubles of the hero in the previous novel.

There are too many women. It takes too much time to cook one by one.

I can hardly spare time.

Every day, every second, there are always women around you. It feels like immortality and death.

It is not only refreshing from the heart, but also annoying.

After all, if you eat delicious food all day, you will get tired of it one day.

And may even eat and vomit.

Or tired.

It took about a week. He Feng allocated his time equally, and each of his women accompanied him for that day.

A week went by.

He Feng, with a pale face and a weak body, drove back to the village from the outside.

Although the physical quality has been strong enough, it will not collapse because of that little consumption.

But psychologically, he Feng only felt his legs trembling.

After all, Liu Qingyan, Yang Jiao, an Yingying, Xing Yuanyuan, and Liu Qianwen, there are five people, each of whom needs five days a day.

It's probably useless to put it on normal people!

After returning to the village, he Feng was surprised to find that a complex of buildings had stood at the entrance of the village.

Needless to say, this is the pen of misty son.

It looks good!

The architectural style of the Ming Dynasty. When piaomizi was alive, the Ming Dynasty was not dead, so he was familiar with the Ming Dynasty.

But the boundary between Ming and Qing is not so clear that it looks almost the same, but he Feng has this natural Encyclopedia of tonic stone in his mind.

Why don't you know this?

He opened the door and got off slowly.

But at the door of the building complex, misty son was pointing and directing the people to hang plaques.

He Feng also went over to have a look. He wanted to see what medicine was sold in piaomizi gourd and beat him on the way. After all, piaomizi was not a person with a conscience.

In essence, in a word, it is greatly bad.

It's almost necessary to work him dead.

”Old man, what are you doing?” He Feng asked angrily after walking over.

”Hang a plaque, at least let people know who we are, so that they don't have to ask.” misty son stroked his long beard under his chin, and then said faintly.

He was wearing a Taoist robe. He looked like a real immortal.

Anyway, nothing else is good. He Feng can't compare with piaomiko's appearance alone.

He nodded slightly, then looked at the plaque that was being hung, on which three words were written impressively.

Misty son!

He Feng tilted his head, then asked in a faint tone, ”I said, don't you change your name to get rid of your bad luck?”