Chapter 684 (1/2)
It's an office. In fact, the tenth floor is a big room, all of which belong to the masked man in front of him.
”Come on, what can I do for you?” Dong Wenfeng said faintly, sitting on the sofa in the middle.
”Do you know who I am?” Asked the masked man.
”Are you king Chen?” Dong Wenfeng is not sure.
”Yes, it seems that you have heard of me.”
”Didn't you go to Dahuang mountain?” Dong Wenfeng remembered that the hostess told herself about Wang Chen at the underground auction.
”If I don't come back, my hometown will be demolished by these hell messengers.” Wang Chen took out a bottle of red wine from the nearby cabinet.
On the table, he said to Dong Wenfeng, ”try this wine. I've been hiding it for many years.”
Then he poured two cups and put one in front of Dong Wenfeng.
Before you smell it carefully, the aroma of wine has floated out.
Dong Wenfeng did not pick up the wine on the table, but asked, ”hell messenger?”
”Hell messenger is what we call those people. Don't you know?”
”I really don't know that.”
”Your accomplishments are not common in the world. It's really strange that you don't know these yet.”
King Chen picked up his glass and smacked his tongue.
”King Chen, are you also a cultivator?”
Dong Wenfeng realized it, but he didn't perceive the specific accomplishments of King Chen.
”My accomplishments are different from those of you congenital practitioners. I belong to the cultivator the day after tomorrow. If I really want to calculate according to the traditional cultivation accomplishments, I can also be regarded as the Ninth level of martial arts, but there is no comparability between the innate and the acquired cultivators. The cultivation of the latter is easy to improve, but congenital is not very easy. ”
Dong Wenfeng nodded with deep sympathy.
”Little brother, I don't know your name yet...”
”Dong Wenfeng.”
”Good name, really good name!” King Chen marveled.
”This...” Dong Wenfeng didn't understand very much, but learned that the other party was a cultivator like himself, and his inner guard was relaxed a lot.
”Literature is like a mountain, twists and turns, continuous, like a mirror, no matter how carefully you study it, you will inevitably be surprised by its grandeur.”
”King Chen is over praised. My name is just... ”
Dong Wenfeng suddenly realized that he had almost forgotten the memory of the first half of his life in his mind.
If it hadn't been deliberately remembered today, Dong Wenfeng didn't know this terrible fact.
”What happened to brother Dong?” When King Chen saw Dong Wenfeng's face sad, he said with concern.
”It's all right. It's my past. I can't remember.” Dong Wenfeng told the truth, ”I seem to have forgotten many important things, my parents, my childhood...”
Dong Wenfeng said more and more painful. He simply stood up and walked to the large floor glass window.
”Brother Dong.” Wang Chen came over and patted Dong Wenfeng on the shoulder.
”Brother Dong doesn't have to care too much. Some things are irrelevant. Even ordinary people will forget some things, not to mention our practitioners. ”