Dragon Emperor, Martial God

“Fuck! This is impossible...”

“Oh, my God, he, he knows magic! …… ”

Zhu Yongwang and Hou Yaozhong shocked and tore their voices out. Among them, Hou Yaozhong moved two steps forward unconsciously. Looking at it, he wanted to touch Murong Wenshi's head himself.

They're both stunned!

Murong Feishue is even sillier. Hou Yaozong dared not touch Murong Wenshi. Of course Murong Feishue dared. She incredibly walked to Murong Wenshi, raised her fibrous hand and touched Murong Wenshi's forehead and head with shock. Wen asked: “Grandpa, how are you feeling now? ”

After all, he was his own good granddaughter, shocked and shocked, but did not forget to ask Murong how he felt.

Murong Wenshi knew what was happening to his head only by looking at the reaction of the crowd, but he lifted his hands and touched his forehead. He found his forehead smooth as before.

“I... I feel fine, Scar. Is it really gone?” Murong Wenshi's excited voice was trembling and he still couldn't believe it!

Murong Feishue listened to Murong's literary stones very well and instantly burst into tears.

Murong Wenshi suffered a great deal, after the wound, this was his biggest heart disease, he couldn't erase it. Murong Feishue looked in his eyes, keep in mind, he hung his heart for the old man every day, afraid that he could not think of anything, and then vomited the disease, then it would be trouble.

But now, Lingyun freely dispelled Murong Wenshi's troubles. For Murong Wenshi, who has always focused on the instrument, even Eun Tong could not be rebuilt!

And most rarely, Lingyun can think of this!

Even this can be cured. Now, if anyone doubts that Murong Wenshi's brain injury was not cured by Lingyun, it would be too funny and too stupid.

It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter! Lingyun pays back the car, whether it's real or not, it doesn't matter!

Lingyun's greed for money is just as good as his pornography. There really is no medical virtue, there is no school day absenteeism. These, in the heart of Murong Flying Snow, all of us have become unimportant!

Even now, if you want to come, it doesn't matter if Lingyun stared at his breasts without hesitation!

Ling Yun healed his grandfather, he saved his life, healed the scar on his head, went to Grandpa's heart disease, he was a well-deserved benefactor of the Murong family!

Thinking of this, Murong Flying Snowflake turned around and walked to Ling Yun. His face was ashamed and his face was full of tears. He bowed respectfully to Ling Yun.

“Lingyun, thank you, thank you... thank you for healing my grandfather, yes... sorry, I misunderstood you! It was my fault! ”

Ling Yun certainly won't be treated by Murong's snowflake. He turned his back gently and hid quietly. But he laughed and said: “Sister Murong, don't thank me. You just have to stop being angry. Didn't you say that I am your boyfriend, this is all I should do...”

Still that person, still so mouth-watering nonsense, but now listening to Murong flying snow in the ear, is very different, she raised her torso, raised her mother's tears, delicately crossed Ling Yun, but surprisingly did not refute Ling Yun.

Tang saw this scene and couldn't help but worship Ling Yuntong. He turned his head and looked at Song Zhengyang. The two exchanged an obscure look that only a man would understand. The heart said, another fish drilled into Yun's bowl!

After a long and a half, Murong Wenshi couldn't speak excitedly, his face changed and his head blinked with many thoughts, suddenly standing up.

“Lord Ling Yun En, the Divine Doctor is in shock, save my life, then save my heart disease, Murong Wenshi has no reward, please accept my prayer! ”

Speaking and watching the action, I actually want to kneel for Ling Yun!

Lingyun didn't even accept Murong's bow. Murong Wenshi kowtowed. Naturally, he refused to accept it. As soon as his arm was extended, he grabbed Master Murong.

Lingyun's mouth snapped and smiled softly: "Grandpa Murong, are you going to let Lingyun become someone else? Raise your hand. Why are you hanging your teeth? How can I afford you this week?! ”

But Murong Wenshi ate the scale iron heart, didn't listen to Ling Yun at all, insisted on worship, Ling Yun had no choice but to look at Song Zhengyang, said the old man, saved his life, didn't even kowtow his head when he met me, how could he be so excited to go to a scar!

Song Zhengyang spoke again. This time he stood up and came to Murong Wenshi. "Old Murong, don't make Ling Yun difficult. The clinic in Ling Yun opened yesterday. In front of thousands of people, he healed 22 dying patients in one breath after another. He didn't take a penny. He just removed a scar from you now. How could he accept such a gift from you? ”

“What?! Lingyun's clinic opened yesterday?!” After listening to Murong Wenshi, he was stunned. His regrettable bowels were all pulled up and his thighs stamped. “Good for you, Song gambler! Lingyun's clinic is open. For such a big thing, you can't believe... you..."

Murong Wenshi's anxious face was rough and his neck almost missed his breath. Ling Yun looked at the old man's anxiety. He hurried to gently his fingers and entered a spirit into Murong Wenshi before slowing the old man down.

“Now you know what's the hurry? Why don't you sit down...”

Song Zhengyang laughed, pulled Murong Wenshi back on the couch and sat down, then laughed hip-hop: “Old Murong, I know Ling Yun, it's later than you know Ling Yun, there's no way, who let us do business? I approached Ling Yun. He opened a clinic and invited me. I didn't know he was your lifesaver. What do you want me to tell you? ”

Song Zhengyang and Ling Yun even knew each other sooner or later, they took it out to show off with Murong Wenshi, as if they knew Ling Yun, with twice the face, endless scenery, and could not hide their pride.

At the same time, Song Zhengyang couldn't help but look at Tang Zhengyang with gratitude, and his heart was blessed. If it weren't for Tang Zhengyang's reminder, how big an opportunity would he miss?!

Tang Zhengyang just smiled hey, blinked at Song Zhengyang, very naughty.

Twenty-two dying patients in one breath? No pennies?! Murong Feishue listened, the delicate body was struck by lightning, and Xiu Mi's eyes flashed, frequently looking at Lingyun, Fangxin that trembled, like drumming, banging...

There is no greed, there is medical virtue, as for pornography, such a man, is just a little pornographic, it's no big deal, who makes him good enough? Besides, which man is horny?

Autumn wave darkness room, the heart has been darkened.

Murong Feishue suddenly stopped talking. She began to worry about dressing herself, checking herself, finishing her coat, saying that she was wearing it today, wouldn't it be too vegan? I knew I was wearing a dress!

Now, no one ever looked at those two dudes again. Lingyun instantly became a star in the house! Passively accepting the worship of all eyes!

“How could I not know such a big thing?! Lingyun clinic is open, I didn't even send a gift, this... this makes me look familiar! Hey!”

Murong Wenshi was so upset, he slapped his leg! Don't mention that in your heart!

Ling Yun smiled and consoled him: “Grandpa Murong, don't listen to Uncle Song ignore you, it's just a small clinic opening, just a sudden situation, the scene is uncontrolled, the noise is a bit louder..."

But Song Zhengyang was laughing: “Old Murong, you are in such a hurry, the unknown are not guilty. Lingyun's clinic opened yesterday. If you really want to give a gift, can you send it now? Isn't Lingyun right in front of you? ”

Speaking, Song Zhengyang gave a dark look at Murong Wenshi.

Murong Wenshi suddenly realized, yes, Lingyun, this is not right in front of him, people are here, you still have to send them? Send it now!

But for a moment, Murong Wenshi offended again. This is in his office. What good things can he give Ling Yun?

Besides, Lingyun even said to return Masalati and a million cheques. As you can see, they don't even see these things in their eyes right now. In their own seal palace, what is the value of something that can resist Masalati plus a million?!

Money delivery? As soon as this thought arose, Murong Wenshi rejected it!

Ling Yun frowned slightly and said to Song Zhengyang: “Uncle Song, how can you do this? Didn't you force Grandpa Murong to give me a gift? When I came here, everything I had to do was done, and time was running out. It was still important. Let's go! ”

Ling Yun finished his speech and didn't look at the millions of checks left on the table. Step outside.

Ling Yun knows that even if this million check stays, Murong Feishue will send it back ten times 100 times!

Attack your heart, get your heart, and be afraid to run away from your people?! Ling Yun is not stupid!

Tang Zhengyang stood up, but Song Zhengyang still couldn't sit on his side. Yu Dingxuan's gambling stone. He was not present. It was impossible to wager without the dealer?

Song Zhengyang knew that if Murong Wenshi let Ling Yun go, he would really see a living ghost!

Indeed, Murong Wenshi saw Ling Yun getting up and going. He immediately stood up and grabbed him. Not only Murong Wenshi, but Murong Feishue also silently stopped him in front of Ling Yun. He showed his blaming delicacy in his eyes. If you dare to go, step on me!

“Lingyun, why don't you sit down, uh, me and Song go out for a while...”

“Feishue, make Lingyun another pot of good tea, I'll be right back...”

Murong Wenshi hastily pressed Ling Yun back on the couch, gave Song Zhengyang a look, and pulled Song Zhengyang away from the office.

The two of them went away and Murong Wenshi dragged Song Zhengyang's arm: “Song, hurry up and get me an idea, this... what is the right gift? ”

Song Zhengyang knew that Murong Wenshi had called him out to discuss this. He put his hands together and said, “Don't ask me about this, I don't know! ”

“But for what it's worth, I can give you a reference. ”

“What reference?!” Murong Wenshi asked anxiously.

“Yesterday, Ling Yun's clinic opened. All the faces of Qingshui City were present. There was Dr. Xue Shen, a military chief, Li Yifeng, a senior city official in Qingshui City, Tang Tianhao, a director of public security, and Qingshui City's Fuzhuang Tiande...”

“Their gifts are…” Song Zhengyang lowered his voice and said a few greetings.

“What?!” After Murong Wenshi listened, he was completely shocked!