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"Bang……"

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding..."

"rustle……"

The room was filled with all kinds of sounds, and I kept shouting: "I want to kill you, I want to kill you..."

Outside the room, Mr. Big heard the sound in the room, and his brows slowly frowned into the word "chuan". After a long time, Mr. Big turned around and left and arrived in front of the God of Death's study. However, the God of Death's study was filled with all kinds of listless sounds, which made people feel excited.

After staying for a while, the door of the room finally opened, and several beautiful women walked out in messy clothes. When they saw Mr. Big, one of the women in the lead said with a sad look: "Mr. Big, Xiaoling is dead!"

"Ah?" Mr. Great knew that the battle was very fierce no matter when the God of Death was, but this was the first time that the dead happened. When he walked in, a woman without any strands on the bed was lying on the bed, venting her breath, and she was already dead.

"You can handle it! Give more money!" said the god of death.

The eldest gentleman nodded and said nothing.

Death God pondered for a while and asked, "How is Boy Xu? I guess he can't stand it if such a thing happened?"

"I'm losing my temper and smashing things!" The eldest gentleman answered truthfully.

"Bastard!" The god of death shouted violently, trying to curse, but found that he didn't know what to curse. Jie Dongxu was angry about these things. The way he vented was to smash things randomly in the room, but didn't he himself expose his resentment on the woman?

The venting methods are different, but the behavior is just about half a dozen.

There was another silence of death. Mr. Big felt that the atmosphere was very depressing, and then said: "Now things have developed like this, should we give up on South China?"

The god of death did not answer, and his heart was bleeding. The chess pieces that he had set up in South China for so long had the appearance of Lin Xifan's abnormality. The god of death took back the chess pieces he set up and put all the bets on Lin Xifan. Lin Xifan lived up to his expectations and took Qingnan, but it exceeded the god of death's expectations. He actually bit himself hard, and all the plans were disrupted.

"This kid, I must make him die a bad death!" Death said with a gloomy face.

The eldest gentleman shook his head and said, "I can't move that kid for the time being!"

"Why?"

"There is such a big noise this time, and the two legions have had such a big conflict. Maybe the central government doesn't know? So, they will definitely keep a close eye on South China." The eldest gentleman sighed in his heart. Death should have thought of these in advance, but his anger is blinding his eyes at this moment.

Sure enough, when Mr. Great said this, the God of Death immediately had nothing to say. The names of the three major Chinese legions sounded quite majestic on the surface, but after all, they belonged to some side branches and could not be compared with the Central Military Department. This was like two people born in the legitimate family and the illegitimate family. The one who had the final say was the child born in the legitimate family.

The military region where Lin Xifan was once located was organized by the central government. The central government wanted to conceal a person's identity, which was not something that anyone could find out.

However, the god of death was still a little unwilling to give up and said, "Did you just forget about it? We have been working hard for others for so long?"

"We are powerless to do anything about South China, but there is one thing you may be interested in," said Mr. Big.

The god of death said angrily: "If you have something to say, just say it, your mother-in-law and mother are not your personality."

The eldest gentleman smiled and said, "You are absolutely unexpected what I said, and you will be happy to hear this news."

"Say!" The God of Death is in a bad mood now, and he is still kept indifferent by the Grand Master like this. If he hadn't been patient, he would have thrown the Grand Master out directly."

The eldest Mr. has been with Death for many years and he can't understand his character very well. He knows that Death's patience is about to be worn out now, so he said: "I have used a lot of relationships and spent a lot of money to find some useful information. It turns out that the kid used to be a special forces soldier, and he was also a very excellent special forces soldier."

"So what?" The God of Death still didn't understand the words of the Grand Master. What can he do if he is a special forces soldier?

Or because of the popularity of online novels nowadays, a large number of urban or fantasy novels with special forces as the theme describe special forces as the most powerful, just like there is nothing special forces in this world that special forces cannot do. But the living reality confirms to us that special forces are not the awesome characters in the novel. After they come out of the army, some people can make a fortune, but some people go to the construction site to work and bow their backs for five dou of rice.

this is life.

Therefore, when Mr. Great said that Lin Xifan was a special forces soldier, he felt a little dissatisfied.

The eldest gentleman smiled and said, "You might think that it is not just a special force soldier, what can be special? However, this special force soldier has a special background because the military district where he is also the military district where that person once stayed."

"What?" When the God of Death heard the eldest gentleman say this, he finally found that things were not simple, so he said with a stern face: "Okay, if you have anything you want to say to me, just say it directly. Don't go around like this anymore. I feel annoying."

"Okay, then I'll just say it!" Mr. Big smiled faintly and said, "Just two years ago, something happened to Taiji Pavilion, that was, a high-tech product they were planning to buy from the United States was stolen. This incident directly led to the break between the Taiji Pavilion and the American demon family. As for why the break was broken because of such a thing, this is the secret, and that is not what we should care about. What we should care about is who the thing fell into the hands of."

"You mean, that thing was obtained by that kid?" The god of death was shocked.

The eldest gentleman nodded, and his eyes were filled with gleam when he looked at the god of death. Now the god of death has finally returned to that wise state. Anger blinded people's eyes, and this sentence is not wrong at all.

The God of Death laughed and said, "I just said that the cultivation level of that kid and Xu are basically the same, but Xu has been suffering from the kid's hands. This is unreasonable. It turns out that the root of everything lies in the high-tech product. It should be like this, and your suspicion is also very reasonable."

"Since we know this, what should we do next?" The eldest gentleman threw such a question to the god of death.

Death God pondered for a while and said, "First of all, we must figure out what the so-called high-tech product is. Once we figure it out, if it doesn't work much for us, telling the people of Taiji Pavilion this news is to save personal favors. If that thing is useful to us, then we will also tell the people of Taiji Pavilion this news, but the purpose is not to save favors, but to fight against the snipe and clam, so we will be fishermen."

Mr. Da said: "Thinking about the fact that the people in Taiji Pavilion had a quarrel with the people of the Demon God family because of such a thing, this shows the importance of this thing."

"Well, I'll leave this matter to you to check and the result will be obtained as soon as possible." The God of Death said: "However, this time the matter is so big, you have to take care of Boy Xu and don't let him cause trouble."

"Yes!" The eldest gentleman replied.

Then he added: "Dongxu was greatly influenced by this incident. Do you want to call Heilong and Qing Yuan back?"

The god of death shook his head and said, "What the black dragon wants to do is more important. It is not suitable for leaving at such a time. Let Qingyuan come back first. Boy Xu obeys Qingyuan's words more."

"Okay!" The eldest gentleman nodded and responded, then turned around and left.

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Linjiang City, Shichang Road, Municipal Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital.

There are many people coming and going to Chinese traditional Chinese medicine hospitals in the past two days, and it is simply crowded. People around them can't help but be amazed when they see that there are not many Chinese medicine hospitals who have been seeing a doctor. I wonder if there are too many great Chinese medicine doctors in this Chinese medicine hospital.

Sometimes people's psychology is so strange. People near Chinese medicine hospitals don't catch a cold. Not only does the fees cost, but the treatment speed is slow. Therefore, many people would rather take a bus to a farther Western hospital or a hospital that combines Chinese and Western medicine when they get sick. However, when such a crowded thing happened to the Chinese medicine hospital, people around them came to join in the fun again, and everyone was surprisingly full of confidence in Chinese medicine.

When the hospital saw this situation, it was mixed with joy and sorrow. It was because of this crowded scene that the hospital's turnover soared by more than ten percentage points in an instant. It was worried that this lively scene was actually an illusion, because most of the people who came to the hospital were not seeing the doctor, but most of them went to the young man in Ward 307.

Influential people in society are hospitalized, and then a lot of relatives and friends come to visit the hospital. But the problem is that those who are now seeing the hospital are not ordinary people, but some people from all walks of life in society.

The first day of the patient who came in 307 was basically in the stage of driving the passengers, because after these people came in, some spitting everywhere, fighting and scolding people, and even those who looked like hooligans casually teasing the young nurses in the hospital. But the next day, things changed because the person who came to see the patient suddenly became gentle. People wearing non-mainstream clothes all had polite words like "Hello", "sorry", and "will ask".

What's going on? These people who cursed yesterday became so polite today, which filled the hospital with a strange atmosphere.
Chapter completed!