5000 years of urban cultivation

Chapter 12
Jiang Ling had a strange face, he was shot while lying down.

He wasn't the only one nearby, and he happened to be chosen.

After Jiang Ling walked over, Mo Youlan and He Hao's eyes widened in shock.

"Why is it you!" Mo Youlan resisted the strangeness of her body, thinking that this is too coincidental.

"Do you know each other?" The middle-aged man in the congenital stage laughed.

Jiang Ling nodded: "We are classmates."

"Isn't that good?" The middle-aged man asked Jiang Ling proudly, "Do you want to make friends with her?"

Jiang Ling glanced at Mo Youlan, shook his head and said that he hadn't considered this issue.

"Interesting, you look so ugly, you must be the dick in the class. A dick and a goddess, it's perfect. She was drugged by me and she is already unconscious. You can do whatever you want, go."

In his view, this is just a game full of bad taste, and the three of Jiang Ling are all pawns for him to play.

When Jiang Ling heard him say that he was ugly, he was a little stunned for a while, is that guy blind?

But at this time, under the effect of the medicine, Mo Youlan and He Hao lost their minds rapidly, they were panting heavily, and their eyes were already blurred.

"Do you still have the medicine they took?" Jiang Ling asked suddenly.

"What are you going to do?" The middle-aged man frowned, wondering what the hell this young man was trying to do.

Jiang Ling looked at Mo Youlan, smiled and said, "I want one too."

"You kid, you will enjoy it." The middle-aged man laughed and handed Jiang Ling a red pill, which made Mo Youlan tremble.

Is it impossible to escape today?Even Jiang Ling was throwing stones at him.Mo Youlan's heart was full of bitterness and despair.

Is this Yin Yang He Huan San?

Jiang Ling held the pill and watched carefully.

There are many refining methods of elixir in his unsealed memory, but there is no refining method of elixir similar to Yinyang Hehuansan, so he became curious for a while.

After watching for a while, Jiang Ling noticed that Mo Youlan was about to die, rolling on the ground with a low growl.

"It's almost done. Let's play and make trouble. Let's call it a day. Bring out the antidote." Jiang Ling said indifferently.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man's face suddenly turned down, and his tone was low: "Boy, do you know who I am? If you dare to talk to me in this tone, I will open your eyes!"

After finishing speaking, a faint light appeared all over his body, and a terrifying breath swept away.

"Crack."

In an instant, Jiang Ling locked his neck and lifted him up into the air with one hand.

The pupils of the middle-aged man constricted instantly.

This, this is too terrifying. He was grabbed by the neck with one hand at a congenital stage, and he was lifted in the air like a chicken!
"Who are you?" His voice was difficult, and his scalp felt numb.

The strength of the innate stage was actually useless to that kid, even if he was a fool at this moment, he knew that he had kicked the iron plate.

"How can a mere innate early stage open my eyes? This is the last chance, take out the antidote." Jiang Ling said softly.

How dare the middle-aged man be arrogant, and replied submissively: "There is no antidote for this medicine."

"Really?" Jiang Ling stuffed the pill in his hand into his mouth.

The face of the middle-aged man changed wildly: "The effect of this medicine is very overbearing, and there is really no solution! It's over, it's over, I can't keep my evening."

His eyes turned red quickly, and he looked for prey everywhere, but because of Jiang Ling's threat, he didn't dare to mess around in the school, so he had to jump over the fence and escape to the street outside.

Jiang Ling didn't chase after him, and there are still people who need to be treated.

"It seems that that person really doesn't have an antidote, so he can only use other methods to detoxify." He helped Mo Youlan up, if there was an antidote, that innate stage would have taken it by himself to detoxify.

"Please help me too, I'm in so much pain." He Hao, who was the day after tomorrow and still had a trace of consciousness, begged, grabbing Jiang Ling's arm.

"I'm a man, so I can't help you. You can find a way by yourself."

Jiang Ling ignored him, and helped Mo Youlan to the school gate, just in time to bump into Chen Bing.

"Mr. Chen, school is over in one class, please help me and Mo Youlan take a leave of absence, just say that we are not feeling well and go back first."

Mo Youlan's condition is very bad now, her body is very hot, and she urgently needs medical treatment, so she can't wait any longer.

After finishing speaking, Jiang Ling helped Mo Youlan out of the school gate, stopped a taxi and left.

He took Mo Youlan to a taxi and went straight back to the old community where he lived.If you want to save her, you have to go back to Jiangling's home.

As soon as he got out of the car, he saw a familiar figure, it was the neighbor's daughter, Xu Qiao.

Junior high school ends earlier than high school, so she must have just come home from school.

Xu Qiao also saw Jiang Ling, and walked up to him dejectedly: "Uncle, why didn't you come to the parent meeting?"

"I..." Jiang Ling didn't know how to answer.

"I know, uncle hates me too, right? Everyone looks down on me. I always thought you were the most special uncle, but I didn't expect you to be like everyone else."

Depressed, she took out a photobook from her schoolbag with her mouth pursed: "You bought this for me, and I will return it to you."

Jiang Ling frowned.

"Only you will buy me a photobook. If even you hate me, no one in the world will like me."

Before she finished speaking, she ran away crying.

"This child."

Jiang Ling wanted to chase after him, but thought that there were still people in the taxi waiting for him to be treated urgently, so he gave up.After solving Mo Youlan's problem, let's ask her to explain.

So he helped Mo Youlan out of the car and went to his door.

As soon as the door was opened, a sharp dagger stabbed straight at Jiang Ling.

Jiang Ling didn't dodge, and let the dagger stab his body.

As soon as the dagger touched Jiang Ling, it fell to the ground weakly, and then there was only a whimper, and a woman in a men's shirt fell straight into Jiang Ling's arms.

In an instant, a gust of fragrant wind filled my chest.

"Let go of me, or I'll chop off your hand!" The cold voice reached Jiang Ling's ears.

The woman in her arms tried desperately to struggle, but her injuries were so severe that she was so weak that she could only stare at Jiangling.

"Pfft."

Jiang Ling let go of his hand, and the woman in his arms sat down on the ground, grinning in pain, and gave him another look of resentment.

"Who are you! Why am I here." She was vigilant with strong hostility.

"I saved you. I was surprised by your recovery. You woke up overnight, and you can barely move."

Jiang Ling's tone was flat, and he looked down while talking.

In an instant, his eyes widened and his face turned black.

This woman actually wore his shirt, which was custom-made for him in 1854 when Louis Vuitton, the founder of LV, first founded the brand.

And the striped suit trousers on her body are a commemorative style tailor-made for Armani when he established his suit brand.

The corners of Jiang Ling's mouth twitched, his eyes swept across the room, and his head grew big.

All the wardrobes in the room were opened by the woman, and the clothes and pants inside were turned everywhere, and they were stained in various colors by the medicine stains on her body.

Those are not ordinary clothes, every piece is an antique!

"What did you do to me while I was in a coma!" Jiang Ling was still heartbroken, and the woman on the ground asked loudly with a cold face.

Jiang Ling frowned at her and sighed.

Forget it, for Jiutian Yan Jingtie's sake, don't bother with her about clothes.

Anyone else would have been slapped away by Jiang Ling long ago.

Her eyes were full of murderous intent, she stared at Jiangling firmly: "When I woke up, I was naked, I don't believe you can resist the temptation."

Jiang Ling quickly picked up the clothes scattered on the ground, his heart was bleeding, and he turned around and looked at her a few times after hearing her words:
"There's nothing special about you, where's the temptation?"

"You!" She gritted her teeth angrily, "You say I'm average? Do you know how many fans I have on Douyin?"

Jiang Ling looked at her strangely, and whispered to himself: "It shouldn't be, she doesn't seem to have hurt her head."

"Ah, I'm going to kill you, I swear I'm going to kill you!" She was furious.

After packing up her clothes, Jiang Ling hugged her to the bed under her cannibalistic gaze: "If you don't want to die, don't move around. Your injury is not stable yet, and you need to continue taking medicinal baths."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Ling took off her shirt and suit pants, causing screams.

"Close your eyes, close them quickly!" Annoyed and ashamed, she desperately wanted to push Jiang Ling away, but her injuries were not healed, her hands were weak, and she couldn't push at all.

"Look, you're courting death!" She stood up angrily and tried her best to slap Jiang Ling with her hand, but she overestimated the recovery of her body, her feet were weak, and she fell straight into Jiang Ling's arms.

The two hugged each other tightly, the whole world became quiet, their eyes met each other, and the atmosphere became strange.

She stared blankly at Jiang Ling's eyes, her delicate face was slightly flushed, and she felt uncomfortable all over.

"Have you hugged enough?" She bit her red lips lightly and scolded softly.

Jiang Ling smiled wryly and shook his head: "Don't struggle anymore, or we might all kiss later."

"Hey, who wants to kiss you." She turned her head away.

Jiang Ling chuckled twice, soaked her in the medicine bucket, and examined her carefully. The wound on her body was torn in many places. If she didn't move around, the wound would recover better.

"Go away, watch!" Her eyes could kill.

However, Jiang Ling ignored her, turned around and walked out, carried Mo Youlan back from the door, took off his clothes quickly, and threw it into the medicine bucket with a "plop".

She stared blankly at the naked woman beside her, her heart was very strange, her face was extremely exciting, and her chest heaved violently with anger:

"You bastard! I'm going to kill you!"

(End of this chapter)