Campus Knight's Martial Fate

"Alas, it's hard for you to do this!" said Nameless, who sat down on the lid of the bucket, and fell into deep thought with the tattered liberation shoes on his feet. "Judging from the hidden weapon, it should be done by the Red Scythe Society, and if you want to get the antidote, you naturally have to go to the Red Scythe Society. "

"Then I'll go to the headquarters of the Red Scythe Society immediately and grab their elders to ask one or two!" Song Chengfeng stood up from the ground and clenched his fists.

"Although the Red Scythe Society is the largest gang in Hanjing, it is an organization of the Black Scythe Society after all, and it is impossible to see the light when it is not on the stage, their headquarters and various contact points are always changing, and sometimes, most of them are not clear to their own people. Nameless said, "However, I can give you this first," Nameless took out two bottles of safflower oil from the broken bag behind the bucket and gave it to him, "Although I don't know what poison they have been poisoned into, but listening to your description, it should be a poison that causes cold to yin, I will give each of them two bottles of dragon juice to drink, you can keep them from poisoning for a year, and you still have plenty of time to find an antidote." "

"Thank you Unknown Hero!" Song Chengfeng was so excited that he almost knelt down for him.

"Put it away, be careful! This dragon juice is extremely precious, I have these two bottles with me, if I lose it, I have to go back to Kunlun Mountain in the Western Regions to get it." Nameless quickly stood up and reminded.

"Okay, I understand!" Song Chengfeng nodded again and again, but he had a little doubt in his heart, isn't this Kunlun Mountain in Xirong Country?

The two bottles of dragon juice were no bigger than eye drop bottles, and Song Chengfeng stuffed them into the pockets of his clothes and kept them, and then said goodbye to him.

Song Chengfeng was still confused, and as soon as he walked out of the door of the library, his mobile phone suddenly rang, and he saw that it was a message from Feng Zhiruo.

"Ride the wind, at six o'clock in the evening, at the Han Huang Hotel, don't forget. Clicking on the screen, I saw Feng Zhiruo's chat box sending such a paragraph.

"Okay, Roger. Song Chengfeng put away his mobile phone, thinking that it would be better to go to the banquet first, it was almost five o'clock at this time. It's time to go. It turned out that Feng Zhiruo mentioned last time that her father wanted to invite her life-saving benefactor to come to the house to sit, but it was delayed because of other things. A week ago, I heard that Song Chengfeng was seriously injured, so I specially sent a secretary to visit him and invited him to tonight's banquet.

Dean Feng has so many social connections, and he is also the deputy mayor of Hanjing, which can be described as a monstrous power, if you ask him at the banquet, it may not be difficult to find the Red Scythe Society. However, this seems to be a bit presumptuous, there should be a lot of people from all walks of life at the meeting, and you should pay attention to their conversation when the time comes, and you may be able to hear something.

Banquets in high society, often a casual conversation, is an important message that can change the fate of ordinary people.

At half past five o'clock in the evening, Song Chengfeng put on a suit and took a taxi to the Hanhuang Hotel - as soon as he arrived at the door, he was stunned by this magnificent building, its appearance resembled a foreign palace, the appearance was brilliant, as if the gold pavement was in general, and when he raised his head, he could not see the top at a glance, as if he had already penetrated into the sky.