Medical Sovereign

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At the moment before he fainted, he seemed to see a man in a black shirt with a knife on his face and a knife with a knife on his face with unconcealed concern and tension.

Who is he? Why save me? Also, why did he look at the eyes that I care so much? Can not allow him to think too much, the injury is too heavy for him to burn inside, and the black is completely lost consciousness.

The knife smashed into a cold sweat, secretly glad to save the young master at a critical moment, otherwise he would die in vain.

His life was given by his parents, but his second life was given by his wife, and the third life was given by Missy.

He owes his wife two lives, so his top-level mercenary, who gave up his career, put on his suit and put on a tie, came to the city to become the bodyguard of Missy, and used his time for the rest of his life to repay. .

But this naughty young master seems to have too many magical things, intuition and keen intimidation, he does not dare to approach, can only follow.

Wang Cheng’s ambush and Qin Cangxi’s men dealt with the young master. He didn’t put it in his heart. The young man’s military power was very clear. He definitely had the strength of the B-class close to the A-level warrior.

In his opinion, a group of sheep wanting to kill a tiger is a joke, so he is holding a watchful and lively mind, and he is far behind.

The young master suddenly showed his magical martial arts, and the horrible Luohan virtual shadow made him tremble.

But he did not think that a group of sheep could hurt the tiger. Although it was because the young master was forced to interrupt the martial arts with compassion, the injury was an injury, and the heart of the knife was all self-blame.

In particular, the sudden emergence of the black-handed killer, even if he was killed by a shot, he also considered his own dereliction of duty, after all, he was careless, did not find the ambush of the black killer in advance.

Therefore, the knife was very angry, standing on the side of Ding Ning, looking coldly and looking at Qin Cangyu who wanted to explain.

"Stand up, dare to step closer to the young master, kill innocent!"

The cold voice came, and the expression on Qin Cang's face was a stagnation. In Ninghai, no one had dared to talk to him like this for many years, but he had to stop immediately and dare not shake it.

More than a dozen infrared sniper rifles firmly locked his eyebrows, and the trembling did not tremble, which made him feel terrified.

Qin Cang's forehead licked the sweat of the bean, even if the Qin family's power in Ninghai, did not dare to swear with more than a dozen sniper rifles, who are these people?

Also, they even called the young Master Ding Ning, is he the illegitimate child of a big man?

No wonder, it is no wonder that Bai Qing’s attitude towards him is so special. At this moment, Qin Cangwu feels that he seems to have touched the truth.

The scene that happened immediately made Qin Cangfu more sure of this speculation.

In addition to a dozen sniper rifles, there have been more than a dozen well-trained ones. At first glance, it is the iron-blooded black shirt of the rest of the world. It is not the elite of his men.

They were all tall and straight, with oil on their faces, and with a gun to protect Ding Ning's dead ends, staring at all the corners that might be dangerous.

Knife squats back from Ding Ning, looking coldly at Qin Cangwu: "You pray, if the young master is fine, he will decide how to deal with the Qin family. If the young master has something, I promise that your entire Qin family will be buried with the young master."

Qin Cangwu did not doubt the words of the knife. He could feel the powerful momentum of the knife and the body from such a distance. This kind of momentum was only felt by the top masters of the Qin family.

It is a kind of horrible killing that is formed after the indifference to life and **** killing. This kind of killing makes him cold and cold, and his heart is cold.

Such a character, the Qin family are to be used as ancestors, but he is only a bodyguard of Ding Ning, from which he can imagine that the family power behind Ding Ning is such a terrible existence.

He knows that one is not good. His actions tonight will bring disaster to the Qin family. He eagerly explained: "The killer is not the person of our Qin family."

"This we will investigate, you don't have to worry about it, people who dare to move the young master, no matter who they are, just wait for the genocide."

The knives are indifferent, as if they were justified, and they are taken for granted.

With a wave of hand, a black shirt big man stepped forward and raised the body of the black killer with one hand.

"go!"

The knife screamed, and Ding Ning was leaving.

"Wait a minute, I can testify that this killer is really not sent by Qin Da Ge, I swear in the name of my family!"

Murong smiled and realized that the Qin family was about to face the crisis. Out of loyalty, he boldly stood up and explained for Qin Cangwu.

"Master Murong, your sister is the person that my young master likes, I will not hold you accountable. I hope that you will do something in the future, don't bring disaster to the Murong family. Remember, the young master is alive and will look at your sister. I don’t care about you on the face, but if the young master has an accident, even your sister can’t keep you.”

Although the sound of the knife is slightly softer, the meaning implied in the words is chilling.

Murong smiled and stunned his eyes wide open. He wanted to say nothing but couldn’t say anything. The Murong family, who had been in the south of the Yangtze River for thousands of years, seemed to be in a slap in the mouth of his knife, which made him have a funny sense of absurdity.

But he was surprisingly not much doubtful, because the expression of the knife was too certain, and he made him feel that he was talking about the truth.

"Remember, take your time out and manage your mouth!"

The knife turned and strode away, and a group of black shirts followed the ghosts into the darkness, as if they had never appeared.

Murong smiled and looked at the worried Qin Cangjie and said, "Don't worry, the guy is just talking about it, it can't be true."

"No, he is not joking, not to mention the snipers hidden in the dark, just the guys who come out, the lowest is the B-class powerhouse, the knife is probably a master-level powerhouse, let alone this It’s just the power of their surface, how many strong ones are hidden? No matter who gets in such a group of people, it’s hard to end.”

Qin Cangyi’s intention to sigh with sorrow: "I hope that Ding Ning can turn the tide into danger. Otherwise, our Qin family may be greeted with a disaster."

"Not so serious." Murong said with a smile.

Qin Cangqi patted his shoulder and smiled and shook his head: "So a powerful force lurks under our eyes, we have not found out, you should be able to imagine how terrible they are."

"Oh, my sister!"

Murong suddenly smiled and slammed his head, remembering that Murong was still waiting for him in the hotel.

"Let's go, remember, don't talk to your sister about today's business."

After Qin Cang sighed, he turned to his men and sternly said: "Do not manage your mouth, don't let me hear any wind."

"Yes, young master!"

The black mans have long been scared by the twists and turns of the twists and turns, remembering that if they really hurt Ding Ning, I am afraid that today is the death of all of them.

The smothering of the black shirts and the hustle of the body made them think of it and shuddered. The experience tonight is a terrible nightmare for them, or it is better to forget all of them.

In the Hummer, the knife was carefully examined by Ding Ning, feeling the turbulent blood and violent power in his body, and the color of worry appeared in the eyebrows.

"How is the situation of the boss, young master?"

A black shirt asked worriedly.

"The situation is very bad. I can't do anything. The way we practice is different. He is forced to stop the war and he has been countered. I can't do anything about it."

Knife said with anxiety.

"Warcraft? Isn't it martial arts?" The black shirt was keenly aware of the language of the knife.

"Do you think that the martial arts that can form the law can also be called martial arts? The martial arts that can be shaped can no longer be called martial arts, but called combat techniques, fighting martial arts for fighting."

Knife squinted and smiled and shook his head: "The young master is only a B-level close to the A-level combat power, but can display the SS-level combat skills, it is really a enchanting."

"SS-level combat skills? God, how is this possible? That's a big division."

The black shirts were shocked by the chin and fell to the ground. The knife-knife boss was already invincible in their eyes. So far, it is just a master-level S-class power. The young master is not even A-level. Exhibiting SS-level combat skills, how can they not be shocked.

"Remember, this thing has sent me to my stomach, and I must not pass it on. Otherwise, it will bring great trouble to the young master."

Knife and sorrow look solemn, serious martyrdom.

"Do not worry, boss, we know how important."

The black shirts have expressed their opinions. They know what the enchanting performance of the young master means. Once they are known by the top powers, they will definitely explore the secrets of the young masters. This is not a good thing.

The color of a black shirt blinks in the eyes: "Boss, so many people at the scene saw the young masters show their skills, we want to..."

I didn’t say anything, but everyone understood what he meant. They looked at the knife and waited for him to stop and kill all the people on the scene.

Knife slightly shook his head: "Although we are not afraid of the Qin family, but one thing is not as good as one thing, the young master is to do big things, need a lot of help, can give him less to establish an enemy, set up one less, after all, the lady's It means to use Ninghai as the base of the young master. Our enemy is in Yanjing, not Ninghai. Qin Cang is a smart person. I believe he will let everyone shut up."

"Before the boss deliberately threatened him, is he asking him?" A black shirt smiled.

"I am not kidding, the young master is fine. If there is any accident, the Qin family will definitely become a funerary. You only need to know that we are only the power on the bright side, and we can only call it in the end." The card."

The knife is not angry, but said indifferently.

The black shirts face each other, but the eyes are filled with exhilarating radiance. Although they all want to know what cards the ladies still have, they know that they should not ask, they nod their heads and nod.

"Boss, what about the young master's injury?" A black shirt broke the silence and asked with concern.

"Missy is waiting for us at Biyunjing, speeding up."

Knife felt the pulse of Ding Ning's disorder and urged the road.

Biyunjingyuan is the oldest Buddhist temple in the Ninghai area. It is quite seclusion because of its quiet and remote eastern suburbs.

At this moment, the night is deep, but in the West Chamber "Ren Shouyi", but the lamp is long, the Ding, dressed in plain clothes, is talking with an old Ni Bing candle.

The black child fell, and the old Nihehe smiled: "You lost."

"Yeah!" Ding was guilty of absent-mindedness.

"Your heart is in chaos." Old Ni's face is pleated, and the pair will be like the old wood. Only a pair of scorpions are clear and bright, shining with wise light.

"It’s about the younger brother, you can meditate." Ding did not hide his fears on his face.

The old Nikou Xuan Buddha, "Amitabha, the heavenly cycle, people have their own lives."

"I don't accept my life!" The hunting light is like iron, such as the snow skin light lining the plain clothes, and it is actually the color.