Return of the Soldier King

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"Who could it be? With such a lot of energy? Can you get back all the fire dragons that have already escaped! And be thoughtful and do your work without leaks?"

Faces flashed through Lin Qingwan's mind. Suddenly, the camera was frozen at a reception half a year ago. A handsome person with a glorious look like a snake.

"Is it him? Major Su family, Su Zongong!"

Lin Qingwan was slightly startled. If it was Su Zongjing, he did have this ability, but why did he do this? I have nothing to do with him! Do you have to die yourself?

However, Lin Qingwan thought about it, he and Su Zong in addition to the competitive relationship in business, there is no holiday, but it does not mean that the previous generation has no holiday!

She immediately called her father Lin Hongyuan, who was far away in the United States, only to realize that her father and the Su family really had an indelible hatred.

As for what hatred, Lin Hongyuan did not elaborate, but it was an explanation, so Lin Qingwan must beware of the Su family!

"It's so damn! I know that it's Su Zonggang's ghost, but there is no evidence!"

Lin Qingwan's impatience made a yawn: "I can't hold it anymore. I have to go back and take a rest. You should take care of your wounds."

. . . . . . . . . .

Lin Qingwan was gone, Ye Fei was lying alone on the bed, his heart was empty.

Not because no one is around, Ye Fei has long been used to loneliness, and can even be said to like loneliness.

It is because his ancestral flying knife was lost!

That knife, stuck in the throat of the fire dragon, killed the fire dragon, but Ye Fei did not have time to pick up the fly sword.

Now, the flying knife disappeared with the dragon's body, and it must have fallen into the hands of the man behind the scenes.

"Hey, it's a pity that I was only one step away from becoming a congenital warrior, otherwise, I can shoot out with the Qi Yudao and Fei Dao, and with luck, I can fly back to my hands."

Ye Fei sighed. In his heart, he had decided secretly. In any case, he had to find the lost flying knife.

This flying knife is not only related to his own destiny, but also related to Zhong Mei's destiny.

Crunch!

Just when Ye Fei was drowsy, the door was pushed open, Zhong Mei carried a large thermos and came to see Ye Fei has been awake, with a look of surprise.

"Is it better? You carried the knife yesterday. The doctor said it was almost going to hurt the spinal nerve. If the damage is serious and the upper body is paralyzed, you will be lying in bed for a lifetime."

Zhong Mei sat down on a chair beside the bed, opened the thermos, and put hot dishes and soup on the table.

"Fortunately, fortunately."

Ye Fei was also afraid for a while, but still smiled and said: "I can't find other jobs besides being a bodyguard. If it is really disabled, then I must starve to death!"

"... If you really have something to do, I ... I ... I will support you for the rest of my life!"

Zhong Mei lowered her head, summoned her courage, and whispered, the sound was similar to that of a mosquito humming, and did not know if Ye Fei heard it.

"Idiot, am I okay? Doctors now like to exaggerate and scare people, and then tell you to pay more, don't believe them as well!"

Ye Fei sat up and shook his body and arms slightly, not feeling as painful as when he just woke up.

"That's true."

Zhong Mei blushed, showing a gentle smile, and drew out two chopsticks: "This is what I just made, thick tea and light rice, I hope it will suit your appetite."

Ye Fei heard that she felt a little hungry and nodded: "Still you will take care of people. These Qing Lin people are the lives of the young lady. They don't know how to take care of others. They just cut an apple for me and ran away. , Want to starve me to death? "

Zhong Mei didn't say a word, lowered her head, took a spoon, and fed Ye Fei a spoonful of porridge.

"Well, it tastes good."

Ye Feifeng rolls over the clouds, sweeping all three dishes and a bowl of porridge on the table.

When Zhong Mei saw that Ye Fei had finished eating, she swiftly put away the dishes and thermos.

"By the way, leave the chopsticks! And, if you have time, when you go downstairs, help me carry a few pairs of chopsticks, bamboo chopsticks, be tough!"

Ye Fei suddenly thought when Zhong Mei was about to finish up.

"Chopsticks? What do you want this for?"

Zhong Mei froze for a moment and was puzzled, so she took the chopsticks to the faucet next to it, washed the chopsticks, and handed them to Ye Fei's hand.

"If a person who is practicing is ill and stays in bed for long periods of inactivity, the blood vessels and muscles will become rigid, and within a few days, the kung fu will retreat! The saying goes, practice three nines in winter and three days in summer. Things, one day can't be delayed! The more I am injured now, the more I have to work hard! "

Ye Fei's complexion changed, and dignified: "And, this time my opponent is very powerful! I have been unable to cope with this kind of effort! So I must step up and practice to meet the upcoming challenges!"

Zhong Mei nodded inexplicably, although he didn't know what he wanted to do, but he looked very hard.

"Zhong Mei, help me practice!"

Ye Fei asked Zhong Mei to shake the hospital bed, keeping her upper body straight, holding chopsticks in her right hand, and twisting constantly.

"I help you practice? Can be, but how?"

Zhong Mei nodded.

"There are a few apples in the fruit basket on the bedside table. You threw them in the air!" Ye Fei turned to Nu Qing Mou, the fruit basket brought by Lin Qingwan on the side.

"Is that so?"

Zhong Mei seemed to understand something, grabbed an apple, and tossed it gently.

"With!"

Ye Fei whispered suddenly, his hands flicked suddenly, chopsticks seemed to be a dragon out of the hole, like electric flint, flying towards the apple.

Boom!

With a crunch, the chopsticks pierced the apple, cast off, and took the apple to the opposite wall, punching a groove on it, and then it fell off.

"what!"

The chopsticks flew over Zhong Mei's face like a bullet, and a gust of wind blew her hair up. At this time, she reacted and was surprised, the involuntary side of the body.

However, Zhong Mei didn't pay attention, there was a water stain left by the chopsticks just under the feet, and the floor was very smooth with marble. It immediately slipped and lost its center of gravity, and it was about to fall.

Ye Fei did not expect that Zhong Mei was actually frightened, reached out, and Zhong Mei's body fell forward and pressed against Ye Fei's bed.

"Oh ah! Pain! Pain!"

Ye Fei was so squeezed that the wounds all over his body suddenly hurt and shouted.

At this moment, a rapid footstep sounded, the door was pushed open, and a voice came in: "Ye Fei, what's going on?"

It was Murong who came in.

Murong also did not sleep for a night. She just took a nap in the chair at the door. She didn't even know when Zhong Mei entered. When she heard Ye Fei's scream, she was sober and rushed in.

"You ... you ... what are you doing?"

Murong just saw this scene, his eyes glared like brass bells, his mouth was open, his fingers were trembling, as if the wind was blowing: "Whether you two want to do this, but this is the day, in the hospital!"

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