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Text Chapter 45: Qian Cheng returns

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    In the huge blacksmith shop, the iron master frowned, looked at the diamond rock in front of him, and asked doubtfully to the big man below: "You mean, the person here is a young man, asking you to hand over this diamond rock to me?  "Yes, shopkeeper!" The big man said respectfully, and the iron master asked calmly: "Tell me in detail what this young man looks like and what his characteristics are!" "This young man looks like he has something!"  He is fourteen or fifteen years old, quite thin, with a pretty face and a thin body. He should not have much strength. He should be familiar with our place. He found his subordinates in a few steps, as if he knew the relationship between his subordinates and the owner! "  Here, the big man also had a puzzled look on his face. Iron Master was slightly stunned and frowned, but he still couldn't remember who it was. He waved his hand and the big man stepped back respectfully. Iron Master looked at Diamond Rock and lowered his head.  He murmured: "Who on earth is he? He would give me such a precious thing!" Above the official road, two green horses were galloping fast, bringing up pieces of smoke and dust, and the horses were flying.  On the back, two young teenagers were sitting respectively. The boy on the left smiled and said: "Brother Cheng, if we go back like this now, what do you think the expressions of the family will be when they see us?"  The young man on the side was Qian Tao, and Qian Cheng on the right said with a smile: "I don't know, I just want to rush back and see my dad!" "Uncle Feng!" Qian Tao was stunned, and then his eyes  A hint of warmth flashed: "Yeah, I miss my dad too. It's been half a year since we came out. I don't know if they are okay now!" Tianjian City, Qian Feng's blacksmith shop, Qian Feng hammered on the iron as always  Although he occasionally raised his head to look at the door, his eyes were full of loneliness. At this moment, a middle-aged man walked in with a laugh: "Brother Feng, I'm here to see you. Look at what I'm doing."  What did you bring here?" This middle-aged man was Qian Tao's father Qian Dong. Qian Dong was holding a wine bottle in his left hand and a huge fat chicken in his right hand. Qian Feng smiled softly: "You  Ah, I come here every time, but every time I bring a fat chicken, can¡¯t you do something different?¡± In the past six months, Qian Dong has often come to see Qian Feng, but every time he comes, what he holds in his hands is definitely soju and fat.  Chicken, I always bring these two things with me and almost never change them. Qian Dong smiled: "Brother Feng, don't you like eating big fat chicken the most?" Qian Feng smiled and shook his head: "You yourself  Go cook, remember to roast the chicken!" And at that moment, another group of people came in from the outside, led by a young man in a green robe, this young man's face was full of arrogance.  , as soon as he walked into the blacksmith shop, Qian Feng's brows wrinkled slightly!  The young man looked at Qian Feng and said proudly: "Qian Feng, where is your son? My young master asked me to tell your good-for-nothing son, don't forget to gamble and fight for half a year. Now it has been five months, and my young master asked me to  Come and ask where the others are?" Qian Feng didn't say anything, still banging on the iron tool in his hand. The young man suddenly became angry and grabbed Qian Feng's wrist: "I don't care what kind of good-for-nothing son you are.  You actually want to have a bet with our young master? I advise you to obediently hand over your spot!" Qian Feng's eyes flashed, and his eyes suddenly became extremely cold. He glanced at the young man, who suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.  His body trembled, then he took a few steps back and looked at Qian Feng in fear!  Qian Feng glanced at him, and then continued to care about the utensils in his hands. The young man suddenly became furious and shouted sternly: "Qian Feng, what do you mean? Where is your son? Do you want to regret it?"  "Don't forget, almost the entire Qian family knew about his gambling fight with our young master, and there were three adjudicators who testified at the time. If your son doesn't want to fight with our young master, he can just hide away.  Hand over your quota!" The young man took a deep breath, looked at the five guards beside him, and shouted boldly again!  "Dang!" Qian Feng suddenly stopped, and the young man couldn't help but take a step back. At this time, two thin figures walked in from the door of the blacksmith shop. Qian Feng couldn't help but look at a young man walking in front of him!  "Go back and tell Qian Bihong that he will come and talk to me after he gets his quota. He is not qualified to compete with me in a bet now!" The cold voice of the young man in front rang out. At this time, the young man noticed the young man at the door.  , this young man is none other than Qian Cheng!  "Go away!" Qian Cheng looked at the young man coldly. The young man still wanted to speak, so Qian Tao stepped forward and threw him out at an extremely fast speed. Qian Tao said coldly: "Brother Cheng said  Come on, get out!" The five guards were startled and ran outside. The young man said fiercely: "Child, Qian Cheng, meet your father!" Qian Cheng looked at Qian Feng.  There was a trace of tears in the eyes, until?Kneel down!
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