After I talked to myself secretly, I had no choice but to return to 302 in frustration.

Put Xiao Hei down and he quickly jumped into his nest.

I went to take a shower, then lay on the bed, and continued what I just thought about.

If the Nether Spirit Bead can be obtained as soon as possible, Wu Zetian, who has not yet completed the true dragon's appearance, will be stillborn. If Wu Zetian's number is exhausted, then Yuan Tiangang's plan to resurrect her will fail. His plan will fail. All

All the cards must be played again. Without Wu Zetian's trump card, it doesn't matter who Yuan Tiangang is. In other words, what other magic weapon can Yuan Tiangang have? He can't. He will become the emperor himself, right?

Damn it, when I talk about being the emperor myself, I think of the King of Kings. After all, his attitude towards others is so unpredictable.

The first time Qingniao appeared with a Luban ruler, he was quite powerful, but later on, he became less and less powerful.

There were only two of us at Blue Bird, so he had to try his best. The other two times were because there were too many people, so was he lazy?

Alas, I can't understand.

The King of Kuixing sank into the garden's saliva. What methods did Jiang Na and the others use?

If you think about it for a moment, you can imagine that there are troops guarding it. They don't know any magic and only have guns and bullets. The King of Kuixing is pitiful.

Master Zhi Sheng, Master Zhi Sheng, when you heard this news at Daxiangguo Temple, could you still feel as calm as water?

Thinking of this, I looked at Xiao Hei again, hoping that he would be good and obedient.

Although I was lying in bed, I couldn't fall asleep because I was thinking about these messy things.

So I turned on my computer and looked at the news. Most of the recent news was discordant. For example, the Yan'an urban management team beat someone, and he drafted a letter of forgiveness on behalf of the victim and sent it out on behalf of the victim, saying that he had forgiven the urban management team.

Damn it, Yan'an urban management is really considerate. It is indeed an old revolutionary area with a glorious tradition. The slogan of serving the people is really not for nothing: beat people and write letters. The next step is probably to beat them to death and bury them.

The more I watched, the angrier I became. I guess no matter how much I watched CCAV’s science fiction news network, it wouldn’t be able to heal my spiritual trauma, so I stopped watching. But I couldn’t sleep, so I logged into Tianya, and picked up the last update from a long time ago.

I wrote everything down again. This time because the amount of information was relatively large, I actually spent an entire night writing this.

But I still didn't doze off, and wrote: "Tonight, when I stood in front of Jiao'er and had something to say but couldn't say it out," it was already dawn.

I hope Jiaoer can read what I wrote, so that she will also understand what I am thinking. As for Jiang Na, it doesn’t matter whether she sees it or not. After all, the door is wrong and the household is wrong.

I have deeply realized this. They say that feelings have no boundaries, but reality is not a fairy tale. Even if Cinderella is with the prince, Cinderella is dressed like a princess. It seems that she is just Cinderella.

Who can like her?

Jiang Na's heart is like the starry sky, she can see it but not understand it.

At this moment, there was a "bang bang" knock on the door, and at the same time an urgent cry came: "Master Zilong, open the door quickly, help!"

It's Da Pang's voice. What's wrong with him?

Thinking of this, I hurriedly opened the door, only to see Dapang's face full of panic and beads of sweat. When he saw me, he stuttered in a hurry: "Master Zilong, help!"

"Don't worry, what's wrong?"

"Xiao Pang is sick!"

"I went to the hospital!" I said.

"Master Zilong, look at it first." Da Pang suddenly reached out and pulled me to his room.

Xiao Pang was lying on the bed, her teeth were closed tightly, her complexion was pale, as if she was not lying on the bed, but the paper man in the paper shop.

Seeing this situation, I was also secretly surprised. Is this the feeling of death?

"Isn't it okay last night? I think the two of you are drinking beer in large rows, why is this suddenly like this?"

"I don't know, Master Zilong, I woke up this morning, called him to eat together, and then went to work, and found him like this."

"Isn't it food poisoning?" I asked.

"Why am I okay?"

"This, I should go to the doctor." I said, "Tay 120."

"I just feel a bit evil, so I want to let the master you look at it first." Da Pang begged.

In fact, I understand that they may not have money in their hands. According to Xiao Pang, it is estimated that it will cost a lot of money.

In this case, I will try how to Bai Fu. If Bai Fu can't help it, it is only a way to go to the hospital.

I took a closer look at Er Pang, and my chest was slightly undulating, indicating that I was still alive, and when I touched my forehead, I felt cold, so I was not optimistic about the situation.

Foot.

At this time, Darong asked in surprise: "Master Zilong, you are ..."

"treat!"

"Do you know qigong therapy?"

He couldn't see Bai Fu, but only saw that my left hand moved over Xiao Pang's body, thinking that I was like a martial art master on TV. However

If Xiao Pang is fine, I can only help you here, so I can't do it, you can call the doctor. "

As soon as my words were closed, Xiao Pang sat upright.

Although I was unexpected, I still scared me, because Xiao Pang's face did not recover, it was still pale, not rosy.

Master Long, your qigong therapy is magical than the old military doctors outside. "

Xiao Pang is fine, I am also very happy, so I said, "You don't have to be polite, just Xiao Pang can be good."

"Master Zilong, he won't he get a heat stroke?" Da Pang thought about it and said, "Let me tell the project manager and let him take a day."

"Before the summer, why did you get a heat stroke?" I said here, and then looked at Da Pang, and then said, "Your brother has such a tall head, and you can be tired after two days of work?"

In fact, I didn't say that Xiao Pang must go to work, but I think that they are all over 1.85 meters, and they are very burly.

It's too much to say.

Dang Pang smiled and said, "Okay, Master Zilong, we went to work now."

"Well, do it for a few months, and you can make tens of thousands of thousands. Finding a girlfriend should not be a problem."

Then they went to work together, but when they went downstairs together, I always felt that Xiao Pang was wrong, but didn't feel that he was wrong.

The face is pale? It should be better for a while. I think about it.

In the blink of an eye, it has reached noon.

I was preparing to hold Xiao Hei, went to Dongfeng Qu to scatter my heart, and suddenly called the phone.

Did something happen to Xiao Pang again? Thinking of this, I hurriedly pressed the answer button, and sure enough, a very urgent voice came from inside saying: "Master Zilong, it's not good, help!"

"What's wrong?"

"My brother, my brother, is dying!"

"Dead? Damn, don't go overboard with your words, okay? If you are really dead, I can do something about it," I said.

"Master Zilong, no matter what, come here quickly."

"Where are you now?"

"My brother has been sent to the hospital, but I will wait for you where I work, at the intersection of Beihuan and Wen Road."

Later, I carried Xiao Hei and ran all the way to the place Dapang said.

This is an intersection, so there is a lot of traffic, but a road bridge is being built here, and the sky is always filled with loess. If you didn't know better, you would think that the yellow wind monster in Journey to the West has occupied the top of the mountain here and casts spells every day.

Because of the construction, the places within the project here are separated by iron sheets.

As soon as I arrived outside the iron plate, a voice called me. It was Dapang. He was wearing a safety helmet and said in a panic: "Master Zilong, are you finally here? I'll take you to the hospital."

The closest one to here is Yang Chen's hospital.

Dapang and I rushed to the hospital where Yang Chen was staying, and saw Xiaopang in a ward. Xiaopang was no different from when we saw him in the morning. His teeth were locked, he was unconscious, and his face was pale.

Yang Chen helped him get an injection and infusion.

I asked Yang Chen what was wrong with him, and Yang Chen said: "There is nothing wrong with his body. I think it may be malnutrition."

I sat in front of Xiao Pang and secretly tried it with a white whisk. This time, he didn't stand up or even open his eyes.

Is this really a death rhythm? After Dapang saw that my qigong was ineffective, he hurriedly said: "Master Zilong, is it really hopeless? Can you think of a solution quickly?"

I stood up, walked out the door, called Zixuan, and asked him if he was in Hongzhong Finance.

Ye Zixuan said on the other end of the phone that he was indeed in Hongzhong Finance and asked me what happened.

I said: "Come to Yang Chen's workplace. There is a patient here who needs you to take a look. I suspect he is possessed by evil spirits."

After hearing this, Zi Xuan immediately said: "Wait a moment, I'll be there right away."

After hanging up the phone, I asked Dapang: "What happened to your brother?"

"I don't know. He was fine last night, but not this morning. After you saw it, he was fine. But after he came to the construction site, he didn't work. I thought, if he doesn't work, he won't work.

Seeing that he couldn't work like this, he might as well rest, and then he squatted on the ground and counted ants. While I was doing it, someone suddenly called me,

He said that Xiao Pang fell to the ground and couldn't survive, so I sent him to the hospital." Da Pang said very anxiously: "The worker who said that Xiao Pang couldn't survive said that Xiao Pang had been answering a phone call and was nervous.

He continued as if he was afraid that others would hear him, but then he suddenly fell to the ground unconscious."

"Where's his cell phone?" I asked.

Da Pang took out Xiao Pang's mobile phone.

"What time was it when he answered the phone?"

Dapang told me the time, and I checked Xiaopang's call and receive records, but there were no calls at that time. The nearest call to this time was four hours old.

At this moment, the magical family member stabbed suddenly flashed in my mind, and he also had no call records.
Chapter completed!