Beautiful Sweetheart

Ning Ji's eyes glare angrily. The enemy is in front of him, and Tang Xiaofan's bodyguard doesn't seem to be there. If he is right, this should be the Tang clan mansion.

"Ha ha, Tang Qingcang, you have brought me here. What do you want to do?" Ning Ji now wants to tear Tang Qingcang apart. However, he just sat up and used more than half of his strength. Now let alone hitting people, walking is probably a problem.

Tang Qingcang looks at Ning Ji and gently shakes his head. Since the beginning of misunderstanding, Ning Ji sees him like this, which makes him angry and funny. It turns out that as long as it's because of women, no matter how high a man's IQ is, it's not enough.

"What are you laughing at?" Ning Ji sees Tang Qingcang shaking his head and laughing, which makes him more angry.

"I think it's ridiculous. Your IQ is only 37.5 now." Tang Qingcang leaned against the doorframe, and once again he became the dark boy.

Ning Ji is so angry that his big enemy is right in front of him. But he can't even bring up his strength. He can't remember what happened before. The last picture is the picture of the Tang clan killer killing him.

Although I don't know why I'm still alive, how can Ning Ji give a good look to a person who orders to kill himself? The old and new hatred have been mixed together and they are already dead.

"Mr. Ning Ji, your body needs more recuperation. Don't move. Please lie down." Seeing that Ning Ji was still alive, the doctor rushed out to stop him.

"Oh, actually also help me heal, intend to fatten me like a pig and then kill me." Ning Ji sneered and was ordered to kill his own people. Is there anything more ironic than this?

Tang Qingcang laughs awkwardly. He really orders to kill Ning Ji on the spur of the moment, but now he regrets it. If he regrets it, Tang Qingcang is absolutely speechless, even if he reconsiders his own Tang Qingcang.

"You can heal quietly. We will talk about some things when you are cured." In fact, Tang Qingcang did not think about how to talk about this topic.

"No, I'm leaving now. I don't have the life to stay here." Ning Ji sneers, he absolutely does not believe that Tang Qingcang this guy will suddenly conscience.

"Mr. Ning Ji can't. You can't move in disorder." Seeing that Ning Ji was going to leave, the doctor was so scared that he turned pale. In case Ning Ji had a problem, it was not their bad luck.

He immediately forced Ning Ji to the hospital bed. These doctors still have some strength in their hands. Although Ning Ji would not be afraid of this strength under normal conditions, there is not much difference between Ning Ji and disability.

"Let go of me!" Ning Ji can only express his anger in words now. At ordinary times, he would have beaten these white robed gentlemen down.

Unfortunately, even if Ning Ji broke his throat, these doctors didn't intend to let him go. Finally, they were pressed on the bed and looked like mice. Of course, besides being afraid of being punished by Tang Qingcang, these doctors also want to study Ning Ji's body, which is so different from that of ordinary people. This kind of miracle in the medical field is very attractive to any qualified doctor.

"What do you want?" Ning Jidu is about to cry. He is forced to stay in bed, which is more miserable than the treatment of mice.

Tang Qingcang looked at Ning Ji, who wanted to struggle, but could not struggle. He sighed helplessly and said, "why do you need to stay and treat well? I believe the doctors in Tang clan are better than those in any place in Fujian."

Ning Ji glares at Tang Qingcang, but he also gives up his resistance. In his current state of body, he doesn't even have the strength to bite his tongue, let alone run out of this place. He can only endure to recover his strength and have a glimmer of hope.

"You go out first. I have something to say to Ning Ji alone." Tang Qingcang waved his hand and supported the doctors.

The doctor looked at Ning Ji's eyes, just like looking at a treasure that people forget to return. However, due to Tang Qingcang's order, even if there are 10000 people who are not willing, they can only leave the ward obediently.

When there were only Tang Qingcang and Ning Ji in the ward, Tang Qingcang turned his head against the doorframe and looked at Ning Ji, who gave up resistance on the bed. He slowly said, "why do you have to be Xiaofan's hand from the beginning?"

"What else do you want to say at this time? Every evidence shows that it is Tang Xiaofan's hand. Facts speak louder than words. " Ning Ji says very definitely.

Tang Qingcang laughed, shook his head and said, "sure enough, you only have 37.5 IQ left? In addition to the smooth wound, there are also Tang characters written in blood. Please think about it with your buttocks. It's just a word, the old trick of planting blame. Now even primary school students don't believe it. Do you still believe it? "

Ning Ji is slightly stunned. He thought that Tang Qingcang would say something unreasonable, but what he said is very reasonable. However, Ning Ji's subjective choice is not to believe, and there is no reason to believe it.

"I don't believe you look like that." Tang Qingcang has long expected that this is the case, Ning Ji stubborn up, that is a stubborn cow.

Tang Qingcang slowly released a soft sword from his waist. It turned out to be sangenyu. This sword of Qu Dan became the spoils of the Tang clan.Ning Ji's pupil shrinks. At this time, Tang Qingcang's weapon comes out. Ning Ji can't think of any good possibility.

"The smooth wound is a good proof." Tang Qingcang looked at the very beautiful blade in his hand, and then looked at it with a gentle wave. The blade of sangenyu crossed the wooden door frame, leaving a gap.

In Ning Ji's opinion, this cut, which seems to have few characteristics, is like a hammer hammering on the heart. It can cut wood so smoothly, let alone human neck.

"This is the spoils of that night. If you use this one, the wound will be very smooth." Tang Qingcang said lightly.

Ning Ji stares at the soft sword in Tang Qingcang's hand. From the blade's thickness, it's almost the same as the wounds on Murong Xue's and Chen Feng's necks. Ning Ji saw such a thin weapon for the first time, so he thought it was Tang Xiaofan's throwing knife at that time.

"Do you want to convince me with a weapon I don't know where?" Ning Ji had doubts in his heart. In fact, this doubt appeared long ago, but he deliberately left it behind and didn't want to think of it.

"Of course not. There's something I wanted to show you before, but I don't need to explain to anyone, including you, Ning Ji." Tang Qingcang took out a folded document and three pieces of white paper from his pocket.

"See for yourself." Tang Qingcang put three pieces of paper on the table, then turned around and left.

Ning Ji seems to have guessed the contents of the three pieces of paper.