After a while, the old man looked up and asked Yan Wu: "What did you rely on to make us believe that you have lived for two hundred years."

Yan Wu stood with his hands behind his back, raised his head slightly, and said proudly: "No, believe it or not. If you don't believe it, hand over my brother, don't talk too much."

The old man asked again: "Then tell me, how can we revive our old age?"

Yan Wu lifted his eyelids and stared at the old man with a smile: "Do you think I'll be stupid enough to tell you?"

The old man was angry: "You don't say anything, can you still want to make money for nothing?"

"Ha!" Yan Wu smiled: "Do you compare yourself to a wolf? Don't insult the wolf. In my eyes, you are just a group of ants. You have only a few dozen years of life, and you have not grown too fast, so you dare to show off your might in front of me."

She stood with her hands behind her back, standing there with her naked head, and her white clothes were slightly floating in the wind.

He is tall and looks arrogant and arrogant.

It looks like a bit like a hermit master.

The elder lowered his eyes slightly.

After a moment, he asked again: "Since you are over 200 years old, why do you have a teenage brother?"

Yan Wu: "He is destined to be with me, and I can't recognize him as my godson."

The old man stared at Yan Wu.

He stared at him and said, "Our master wants to see you, so you better not play any tricks, otherwise your brother will die."

Yan Wu: "No."

She glared back: "Where is my brother? Take my brother out first."

The old man took the tablet from the person next to him and clicked on the video.

An extremely clear image appeared on the other end of the picture.

It's the little prince.

He was reading with a book with his head down.

All you can see is the walls around, and it should be in a dark room.

When the old man saw that Yan Wu had already recognized him, he immediately turned off the video.

He said to Yan Wu: "Your brother's life and death are in your thoughts, you'd better think clearly."

Yan Wu stared at the old man with a expressionless face: "I have lived for more than 200 years, and all those who threaten me are dead. You'd better hold something on your neck and speak carefully."

The old man opened his mouth and stopped talking, but reached out to Yan Wu and made a gesture of inviting him.

Yan Wu passed by him and walked into the room with a blank expression.

Xu Feng followed behind him and followed him step by step.

He was still trying hard to blow gum.

Even if bubble gum is too little, it can't be blown up, let alone such a little chewing gum.

The old man reached out and stopped Xu Feng: "Young Master, you can't go in."

Xu Feng didn't even look at him, pushed away the old man's arm and followed Yan Wu.

The old man was about to ask the people around him to stop Xu Feng, but a sound sounded in his headset.

He changed his posture halfway through his movements. All the people who were about to pounce on Xu Feng stopped and did not move.

Xu Feng lowered his head and followed Yan Wu obediently, as if he didn't notice the movements of the people around him.

Yan Wu walked to the door and opened automatically without stretching out his hand.

There is no threshold for this door.

There are screens separated from the door.

Yan Wu strode in without hesitation.

Bypassing the screen, I saw a middle-aged man sitting in a wheelchair, with two men standing beside him.

A man is very fat, his belly is so fat that he is so fat that his face is even more crowded, his facial features are so crowded that he is no longer formed. His eyes are up and down, and his mouth is also quite crooked.

Another relatively normal point is that he looks taller and thin because of the fat man.

Yan Wu's eyes fell expressionlessly on the middle-aged man sitting in a wheelchair.

The old man of the Xu family is now in his 90s and is definitely not a middle-aged man.
Chapter completed!