Chapter 137: Just a Chance

Immediately, the group got back on the maglev sports car, Bai Cangyan set up the automatic driving, and the maglev car flew away silently and quickly.

At the same time, in the underground of a mansion deep in the Tang family, in the spacious corridor paved with solid wood, Tang Anya looked at the message displayed on her mobile phone and frowned slightly.

When she received the call just now, looking at the unfamiliar number on it, Tang Anya originally didn't want to answer it.

However, because this private number is not known to ordinary people, she answered it. Unexpectedly, the caller was the Dianlong School boy she met on Ji Die yesterday.

According to the information retrieved afterwards, the Dianlong School boy was named Yang Fan, and he was indeed the last disciple of Liu Zhengde who had just returned to the sect after missing for two years.

If it were any other time, she might have said a few polite words to Yang Fan because of his remarks on Ji Die, or even made an appointment to meet to solve her doubts.

However, at this moment, Tang Anya was in no mood to deal with Yang Fan, so she hung up the phone directly, but she didn't expect that she would receive such a message just a few seconds later.

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"Don't come to beg me tonight? Are you trying to be mysterious, or is there any deeper meaning?"

Tang Anya frowned and thought.

Just then, footsteps sounded.

Tang Anya turned her head and saw a figure wearing dark golden martial arts clothes walking quickly. He was handsome and his face was as solemn as water.

It was Tang Zhengang.

"Little brother." Tang Anya's eyes were soft and she put away her phone.

Tang Zhengang approached and said in a deep voice: "Sister! I asked for leave from Master as soon as I heard the news. How is Dad now?"

Tang Anya showed a worried look and said: "Not very good, but this time I went to Xingyuan City to find a miracle doctor. He is now treating Dad. Whether he can succeed depends on this time. Let's go in..."

Tang Zhengang's face immediately darkened, nodded silently, and walked with Tang Anya to the door of the room guarded by two soldiers wearing close-fitting black armor not far away.

Suddenly thinking of something, he said: "Sister, there is a kid named Yang Fan looking for you outside. He was rude and I blocked him back."

"He actually found this place?" Tang Anya couldn't help but be surprised.

Tang Zhengang said suspiciously: "Sister, do you really know that boy? What he said is related to your happiness in the second half of your life..."

Tang Anya's eyes showed shame and anger, and she glared at her brother and said: "What nonsense are you talking about? I just met him once... and that boy is several years younger than me, you can think of it."

"That makes me feel relieved. That boy doesn't look like an honest man." Tang Zhengang breathed a sigh of relief, and the smile on his face was enough to charm thousands of ignorant girls.

Someone sitting in the maglev car sneezed several times at this time, feeling puzzled.

Tang Zhengang continued: "However, this boy is obviously not from the Li family, but he is accompanied by Bai Cangyan from Xingyuan Mansion. Bai Cangyan, who has the cultivation level of the early stage of Tianwai Realm, actually acts as the boy's bodyguard. Sister, don't you think it's strange?"

"Bai Cangyan came with him?" Tang Anya's eyes flashed with a strange color.

Without time to say more, Tang Anya pushed open the door and walked in with her brother Tang Zhengang.

The decoration in the room was very classical, and there was a faint sandalwood in the air. On the bed, there was a tall middle-aged man. Although his eyes were closed and he was in a coma, he still looked very majestic.

A middle-aged man with dark skin and ordinary appearance stood on the edge of the bed, holding his palms in front of his chest like holding a ball, his eyes slightly lowered, and his mind was calm.

If you look closely, you can see that the tips of the middle-aged man's ten fingers are faintly shining with silver light.