Chapter 715 (1/2)

Thinking of this, he Feng couldn't help laughing, and then said to piaomizi, ”before you say that, old man, your point of view is quite interesting. It's such a reason. Forget it, we won't go either, but you go with me first. I have something to trouble you!”

”OK.”

Misty son nodded, but suddenly he remembered that he Feng liked to use people as meat shield cannon fodder. He was a little afraid and thought whether he Feng was looking for any dangerous place?

Then you want yourself to explore the way and serve him as cannon fodder?

So he quickly shook his head and said, ”I'm not free now. I'm busy practicing now, and it's difficult to practice now. I've reached a new height. Now it's time to break through. I'd better shut up at home.”

”Why not?” He Feng's tone suddenly said coldly.

”No, no, no, that's not what I mean. I just don't have time now!” misty son hurriedly said, but he Feng didn't allow him to refute, and directly said with a cold hum: ”if you don't want to go, you don't have to go if you discount your legs.”

”Then I'd better go!” after listening to He Feng's words, misty Zi second counselled and hurriedly said, but added a condition and said: ”how about bringing Wangcai?”

”OK.” He Feng nodded. He remembered that he really needed Wangcai this time. At least Wangcai, a hole digging maniac, can dig such a big hole under his own house without moving a sound, so he must have the ability to dig holes elsewhere.

It was also useful to take him, so he readily agreed.

Then he waved in the distance. He signed a contract with Wangcai and didn't need to open his mouth. He could communicate through consciousness and directly gave Wangcai an order to come over.

Soon Wangcai came.

He Feng looked at him and was a little surprised. Wangcai didn't know when a basket appeared on his body. There were five or six dragons in it. He Feng smiled and forgot this stubble. Wangcai is still a wet father now.

I have to take care of five or six dragons all day.

I'm busy.

”Let's go!” misty son looked at the coming Wangcai and said to He Feng with the idea of early death and early sustenance.

He Feng waved his hand and said, ”wait, there's someone who hasn't come. Wait until Han Li comes.”

After waiting for a while, he Feng drank two pots of tea and Han Licai came.

The speed was very slow. He Feng couldn't help scolding him: ”why is it so slow? Turtles walk faster than you. What's the delay on the road?”

When Han Li saw he Feng hurried, he bent down and looked so lower than he Feng. Then he hurriedly smiled and said, ”this is not to get something. What do you think it is?”

While talking, Han Li hurriedly took out a small book for He Feng, a parchment paper roll wrapped with soft cow leather. It was cleaned. He Feng remembered it at a glance.

Isn't this the sheepskin book found in the map a few days ago?

It should be remembered that there are some log books on it, but what's the use of this thing? He Feng suddenly forgot that he asked him to translate the things inside.

Then he opened his mouth and asked, ”what are you doing with this?”