Little People Rise

Chapter 142 Mulan's Style
"What if I don't eat it?" Li Xiaoning once heard Elder Dong mention the cultivation of the Xiao family in the city, and he knew that the Xiao family had a unique cultivation elixir. After that, it became more vicious and vicious.

Ordinary people who take this kind of elixir, if they don’t get the antidote, will die in three days. If the practitioner uses his divine power, the efficacy of this elixir will become stronger and stronger. If the practitioner cannot obtain the unique antidote, he will die within seven days.

This highly poisonous elixir infused with the breath of self-cultivation is the elixir that Xiao Jun wants Li Xiaoning to take at this moment in order to control Li Xiaoning. die.

"If you don't want to eat?" Xiao Jun said indifferently and sinisterly. He glanced at Zhang Xiaoqun's mother and son and Zhang Dali, who had been reformed, and gritted his teeth, "I'll kill them first, and then I'll kill you."

Seeing that Li Xiaoning didn't take the Qijue Pill, Xiao Jun drew a chill in front of his eyes, raised his cultivation breath with his right palm, and was about to attack Zhang Xiaoqun and the others.

"Stop!" Seeing the reunited family in front of them, in addition to being grateful to God for reuniting their family, they must be looking forward to and planning their future life, thinking that the hospital of traditional Chinese medicine has fallen into Liu Hao's plan. With so many crises, Li Xiaoning had no choice. After sipping coldly at Xiao Jun, he took the Qijue Pill and swallowed it without hesitation.

Since ancient times, no one has died in life. Even if you die, you must protect your dearest and most loved ones before death. Otherwise, even if you live to be a hundred years old, you will still be a walking dead.

This is Li Xiaoning's belief, a fundamental heart that will never change.

"Hahahaha!" Xiao Jun flashed a cold light in front of his eyes, and laughed very proudly: "Li Xiaoning, you are worthy to fight with me, just wishful thinking."

"Wait!" Li Xiaoning yelled at Xiao Jun who was about to leave after laughing.

Xiao Jun turned around at this time, still so proud: "Li Xiaoning, what else is there?"

"Xiao Jun, listen to me, from now on, the mobile phone must be turned on for me 24 hours a day, whether you are eating, drinking, sleeping, or doing anything, I just want to find you, you must come to me immediately, otherwise, You don't want to get the silver circle of cultivation." If you insult me ​​a foot, I will pay you back, this is Li Xiaoning's way of doing things.

"Li Xiaoning, you..." Xiao Jun, who was originally complacent, turned and left with a snort when Li Xiaoning's eyes turned white with anger.

After Xiao Jun left, Li Xiaoning only learned about Liu Haotian Canghuang's plan, Tian Canghuang's formula and source from Zhang Dali. The treacherous and sinister Liu Hao was so cautious that he didn't even mention Zhang Dali, his godson.

Li Xiaoning asked Zhang Xiaoqun to take his mother and Zhang Dali to go back to his hometown in the village and not go back to the city for a while, then drove the pickup truck to the hospital with one foot of the accelerator.

On the way, Li Xiaoning called Sun Mulan of the Criminal Police Brigade to report his safety. Before finding enough evidence to prove that Liu Hao used Tian Canghuang, Li Xiaoning did not tell Sun Mulan the truth of the matter.

When Li Xiaoning rushed all the way to the hospital of traditional Chinese medicine, the hospital was already overcrowded, most of them were teachers and students from the university next door to the hospital.

They lined up in multiple lines at the outpatient clinic on the first floor of the Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, waiting for treatment one by one.

"You're old, you're going to die anyway, get out of the way!" In the queue on the left side of the first floor of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, a middle-aged man with a mask, dyed blond hair, a fruit machine in his hand, and a gold bracelet on his wrist The woman dragged a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy with a crew cut in her left hand. The boy with a crew cut kept sneezing, and his eyes were slightly red.

Just after the middle-aged woman yelled, she pushed away the old man in front with her right hand. The old man had snow-white hair, a hunchback, his hands were covered with calluses, and he was wearing a set of cleaning clothes. A patch was sewn.

The old man didn't sneeze like a boy, his eyes were already red, and his whole body was shaking with cold.

The old man, who was originally skinny and frail, was suffering from fever and chills. How could he stay stable? He was pushed by the middle-aged woman and fell to the ground.

"Do you still have any sense of morality?" At this time, a girl with watermelon skin in her early 20s stood up, reasoned with the middle-aged woman, and helped the old man who fell to the ground: "Uncle Zhang, are you okay! Where are you injured?" ?”

"Hey! This is a traditional Chinese medicine hospital in the city. You, an ordinary rural teacher, dare to talk to me, a city person, without shame. Get out of the way, and don't get in the way in front of you."

The middle-aged woman looks like a rich lady in the city. If there is no room for sand in her eyes, the girl and the old man who are helping the old man at this moment are the sand in this woman's eyes now.

The middle-aged woman looked disdainfully: "I really don't know that ordinary people like you are willing to enter the city, and you are willing to compete with me for seats, and you are not afraid that your own identity will dirty the ground in the city."

The trembling old man, with helpless eyes, shook his head repeatedly at the girl, asking the girl not to compete with the middle-aged woman for a seat: "Son, stop talking, I will give her my seat."

The girl knew that the old man offered to give up the seat to the middle-aged woman, but she was not really afraid of her. The old man's hot and red eyes radiated out of concern for the girl.

The old man didn't want to hurt a kind girl because of his affairs.

"Uncle Zhang, don't be afraid, we can't give up this seat today!" Although the girl was also hot and cold all over, and her eyes were bloodshot, her aura at this moment was similar to that of her father, Hua Mulan, who joined the army back then. style.

The girl knows that today's seat is no longer a simple seat, it is the dignity of those living at the bottom like her and the elderly.

If it is true that the seat is given to a rich woman in the city because of a few words of humiliation and suppression, doesn't that mean that the people living at the bottom are those rich people who scold and drive away when they want to? ?

The girl knows what she is arguing with the middle-aged woman, which is the dignity of a person no matter how difficult life is.

It is dignity and must be defended.

Seeing the girl's posture, the middle-aged woman got angry: "Meng Xiaoqian, do you know who you are? A small rural elementary school teacher, what qualifications do you have to compete with me? Are you blind and don't know who I am?" ?”

It turns out that this watermelon-skinned girl who has the demeanor of Hua Mulan, whose father served in the army at that time, is none other than Meng Xiaoqian, an elementary school teacher who volunteers to teach in Shaling Village.

(End of this chapter)