Son-in-law From Dark World

Qin Feng didn't care about 5 million for a month, he just didn't want Meiyun to be threatened.    

    

"How about this, old Taoist, tell me who you offended and I'll settle it for you in one go. You don't need to worry about hiding by my side and giving me the reward in one go."    

    

Qin Feng wanted to know what kind of people the old Daoist had offended. If it was just some small fries, he just needed to call Keyboard Hero and have Iron Hand and Liu Tie fight.    

    

If he could make a fortune, why not?    

    

Brother, I know you are very strong, Southern Great Demon King, Devil God and Qin Feng from the training field, I have naturally heard of them, but the trouble that this old Taoist has encountered is too complicated, and I can't figure it out in a short period of time, but in Longhai, although there are a lot of people who want this old Daoist's life, but with you here, I can solve their problem, but when it comes to the other group of people, hehe, even if you personally stepped in, I am not confident, this old Daoist can't cheat you.    

    

The old Daoist still had some conscience as he shook his head and said.    

    

Qin Feng was surprised when he heard this. Just how many people did this old man offend?    

    

"Then tell me, who exactly have I offended? I have some plans as well."    

    

Qin Feng asked as he picked up the bowl and sipped the soup.    

    

The old Daoist hesitated for a moment. He rubbed his hands together and said with great difficulty, "The top ten of the Mortal Board are all chasing me."    

    

Qin Feng's hands trembled when he heard this. He almost dropped his hand from the bowl.    

    

There were a total of three rankings on the world Ranking of Assassins: Mortal Board, Earthly Board and Heavenly Board. Each list had at least a hundred assassins, and they were all top-notch.    

    

The Mortal Board was the lowest because they were all professional killers who were also world-class. Mercenaries and bounty hunters from various countries were good at sniping and assassinating. Many killers had special abilities.    

    

As for the Earth Board, it was a group of extraordinary existences. They were soldiers who had undergone body transformation. They represented the power of various countries, such as Nan Yang's Demonic Arts, Dongyang's Ninja Arts, Western European Magic, and Dongfang's Mysterious Techniques!    

    

As for the Heavenly Rankings, Qin Feng knew a little about them. Those were the existences of transcendent powers. The Heavenly Rankings only had the top ten rankings. Every person on it was a legendary figure.    

    

In the battlefield of the trial, Qin Feng had met the tenth ranked judge of the Heavenly Ranking, a very terrifying comrade. Yes, they had done missions together, searching for the lost ancient city in the Antarctic glaciers.    

    

"There is also the village school in the Earth Board!"    

    

The old Daoist muttered again. Qin Feng's mouth twitched and pretended to be calm. He put down the bowl and lit up a cigarette.    

    

The main sect of the village was a group of fellows who specialized in using sabers. They weren't ordinary sabers, but Demonic Sabers!    

    

The righteous faction of the village was ranked twelfth on the Earth Board, and the one ranked eleventh on it was the Moon Worship Foundation.    

    

"Anything else?"    

    

Qin Feng asked with a smile as he puffed out a mouthful of smoke.    

    

Seeing Qin Feng's smile, the old Daoist felt embarrassed and blushed. He scratched his nose and said like a bashful girl, "Tyrant Blade of the Heavenly Rankings has a little misunderstanding with me."    

    

As he said this, the old Daoist extended his hand and moved his fingers an inch apart. His meaning was very small and insignificant.    

    

However, it was not as simple as he thought.    

    

After hearing Tyrant Blade's address, Qin Feng stood up and walked to the door. He crooked his fingers at the old Daoist and said, "Auntie Liu is here to see you."    

    

When the old Daoist heard this, he excitedly ran over and stuck his head out his head to look around before putting down the bowl in his hand.    

    

Qin Feng arrived behind him in a flash and kicked his butt. The old Daoist lost all gravity and leaned his body forward, but luckily for him, Lin Min's legs moved for more than ten steps before he stopped running.    

    

When he turned around in anger, he saw Qin Feng staring at him playfully with one hand against the door frame.    

    

"Say, Brother Qin, what do you mean by that?"    

    

The old Daoist asked in confusion.    

    

"Scram! Scram as far as you can! Don't even think of harming me!"    

    

Qin Feng said without any hesitation.    

    

This old man had completely stirred up Hornet's Nest. Who knew what sort of wicked deeds he had done? He had even offended a character on the Assassin's Triple Slash List. Wasn't he asking for death by bringing a burden upon himself?    

    

Qin Feng finally returned to the city to enjoy his blessings. How could he be dragged down by the old Taoist just because of that little bit of profit?    

    

What kind of person was Tyrant Blade? He was ranked eighth on the Heavenly Rankings, a ruthless person, yet he played with a large saber to perfection, he didn't recognize any of his relatives, and even the trial's referee was angered by a single sentence and turned into a human stick.    

    

That's right. In the smelting trial, those that walked out were the same as those on the Divine Seal Decree. They had entered the Heavenly Rankings.    

    

And he, Qin Feng, was a special existence. Although he had the title of Devil God, because his strength fluctuated between strong and weak, it was impossible for him to be verified, so he did not enter the leaderboard.    

    

At the same time, he was also not interested in the Heavenly Rankings. However, the people within the Heavenly Rankings were existences that he did not wish to offend.    

    

"Brother Qin, why are your guts even smaller than mine? Even I'm not afraid, why are you afraid of a hammer?"    

    

The old Daoist curled his lips and said without a care in the world.    

    

Qin Feng cursed silently. You're a man with nothing to lose, just like you. You have a family, a career, and you're prepared to have a baby. You have a job.    

    

You're just a regular customer, what can you use to compare with your father!    

    

He was too lazy to say these words, so he just closed the door and left.    

    

In the afternoon, Qin Feng was lying on the sofa sleeping lazily while the old Daoist was lying at the door with a sorrowful look on his face. Helplessly, he could only squat at at the door while holding his bowl and looking at the sky like a beggar.    

    

He had thought that he had met a kind-hearted person, but now it seemed that other than self-immolation, there was nothing he could do to help.    

    

He was like an abandoned old man leaning on the door, tears streaming down his face as he yawned. He was extremely sleepy.    

    

Right at this moment, a BMW stopped at the door, and they saw Lin Yuanyuan wearing a short skirt, a T-shirt, and short boots, walking over with an extremely youthful and beautiful aura.    

    

When she arrived at the entrance, she saw the old Daoist and frowned. She then took out a handful of coins from her pocket and threw them into the bowl.    

    

"Gramps, can you go somewhere else? If not, you'll be chased away by the security guards."    

    

Lin Yuanyuan reminded him with good intentions.    

    

Just as the old Daoist fell asleep, he was jolted awake by the sound of coins striking each other. Raising his head, he saw the beautiful lady and hurriedly stood up with a solemn expression.    

    

"Little girl, who do you think is asking for food? I know the owner of this house, but when he went in, he locked me outside. Sigh, this guy's memory isn't that good."    

    

The old Daoist replied in a very natural manner without the slightest bit of red on his face.    

    

When Lin Yuanyuan heard this, she couldn't help laughing. Other than Qin Feng, she could not think of anyone else who could do such a thing.