He curled a hint of pride at the corner of his mouth and glanced at Chu Feng, "Since we meet is fate, let's just make friends and let's sit down and chat together, how about it?"

Xu Hai believed that he gave Chu Feng a great gift. He was the son of the dignified bank president and a real upper class person. If it were a normal person, how could the lower class person like Chu Feng have the chance to get in touch with him?

Now that he is willing to sit on the same table with Chu Feng, this is his great fortune, although he has made a mistake in Chu Feng's girlfriend and has only intentions.

But Xu Hai was still full of confidence, narrowed his eyes, and looked forward to Chu Feng's next move.

Are you flattered? Are you flattering? Or are you more sensible and sensible, take the initiative to leave the table, and give this top woman to yourself.

If this is the case, then he doesn't mind accepting this kid as a little brother, letting him follow him and drink some broth—

"Not interested, goodbye."

Chu Feng just responded lightly, too lazy to look at Xu Hai, hugged Heather's soft waist and left directly.

Xu Hai's stretched out hand stopped in the air, and the smile on his face instantly frozen, gloomy and purple alternating.

He was actually ignored by this kid?

A pauper who has no power and power, dares to desecrate his self-esteem?!

Xu Hai's face was so hot that his eyes could spit fire.

At this moment, Chu Feng was too lazy to pay attention to people like Xu Hai, so he found a table by the window, ordered two cups and desserts, and sat down with Heather.

"I didn't expect that your acting skills are really good. You didn't even see that guy's face turned blue." Heather held his cheek with his fair jade hand, blinked his aura of beautiful blue eyes, and was in a good mood.

Chu Feng picked up the coffee and said helplessly: "You have better acting skills. I don't know. I really think you are a simple and lively little girl in the love period."

"Then do you like me like this?" Heather said without thinking.

Then, as if he realized something was wrong, Heather blushed and lowered his little head.

Chu Feng also picked up the coffee and said, "Let's talk about the serious matter first."

Heather then calmed down and said with a blushing face: "I have read a lot of information and found that the strange poison of the temple, 'Mandala Flower', originated from a small village in the West."

"More than two hundred years ago, a strange disease suddenly occurred in that village. The villagers also had tattoos like flowers on their chests, and then their personalities became manic, extreme, just like wild animals-"

‘This symptom is similar to myself.’

When Chu Feng was in a state of mind and listened quietly, Heather took out his notebook, which contained some information and pictures, and continued to introduce:

"But later, I heard that a monk came from the Central Plains. He was well-versed in Buddhism and proficient in pharmacology. He used a special method to cure these villagers and preach Buddhism, allowing the villagers to worship Buddha quietly, and from then on, he returned to normal life-"

"In order to thank the monk, people even created many works of art, calligraphy, painting, sculpture, murals, divine works, etc. Unfortunately, two hundred years have passed, and these traces have been counted under the baptism of years."

Chu Feng frowned and looked at the computer screen. The ancient murals depicted the mad villagers and pathogens that were particularly similar to the mandala flowers. There was also a monk with kind eyes and thin figure sitting cross-legged and talking about the images of Buddha preaching—

These paintings have been a long time ago and have been seriously damaged, so one outline can only be roughly seen, but according to a large amount of data, this matter should be true, and this monk is indeed a good person.

"It's a pity that we have not found a way to detoxify. The life experience of this monk is just a few words and does not understand his life experience. Moreover, for more than two hundred years, the monk probably passed away long ago."

Heather sighed helplessly, and the hope that had finally aroused, returned to the starting point: "However, there is a legend that the monk was very skilled and could capture a tiger with one hand. He shouted angrily to retreat to the group of wolves, as if he was a person from the Central Plains martial arts world!"

"Martial Arts World?!"
Chapter completed!