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- But most of the flashing neon lights are not written by the Celestial Dynasty.
Monk Hua¡¯s face was livid: ¡°Brother Yang, are you threatening me with someone I don¡¯t care about?¡± Monk Hua became calmer and calmer, as if he really didn¡¯t care.
"Well, I'm just threatening you!" Yang Zongbao nodded, very sincerely.
"I don't care at all! If you don't believe it, let's try it and see who stops first, or me!" Monk Hua said fiercely.
"I've already started!"
"you!"
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The atmosphere between the two has dropped to zero.
Monk Hua¡¯s eyes focused on Yang Zongbao¡¯s neck.
Yang Zongbao¡¯s neck is very graceful, with no obvious muscles, but not too slender, and very well-proportioned. Monk Hua's breath gradually became disordered, and he was completely attracted to Yang Zongbao's neck.
"You are going to die anyway, why not do a good deed and give me all the power in the Celestial Dynasty!" Yang Zongbao had no idea that his life and death depended on the other person's thoughts.
"You're dreaming! Does it mean that my life is in your hands alone?" Monk Hua was angered by Yang Zongbao's suggestion: "Are you the only doctor in the world?"
"I am not the only doctor in this world, but I control the lives of you and most of your countrymen. Why do you say most? Because according to the probability of producing antibodies due to mutations, at least one-third of the people in your country will develop from this disease. If the world disappears, the other two-thirds may survive And how can you not control one-third of the lives of the people in the world? It seems that I have made a profit!" Yang Zongbao never lost his temper and kept his pace. Negotiation requires skills, and Yang Zongbao knows this well.
"Are you issuing a challenge to me?" Monk Hua asked.
Yang Zongbao raised his eyebrows and said, ¡°No, it¡¯s not a letter of challenge, I¡¯m just informing you!¡±
"You think this is useful to me? I have no humanity!" Monk Hua tried his best to depreciate himself, explaining himself as a fleshless bastard. In fact, he was very similar to what he described.
"Well, I already know this, so you don't have to repeat it! Again, I really don't mean to give you a challenge, but just inform you. No matter what, you will always die, and you One-third of the country¡¯s population is just lottery money.¡±
"What kind of lottery?" Hua Monk suppressed his anger and asked.
"If you wait well for death, then one-third of the people will be able to get the antidote immediately. If you resisted at that time" Yang Zongbao did not say the next words, but he believed that Monk Yihua's IQ would definitely be able to understand .
"You're dreaming!" Monk Hua suddenly laughed: "I was almost deceived by Brother Yang! Others don't know you, Brother Yang, but I don't understand you either? As long as they are your patients, you will never hurt them. Even you There is a strong sense of responsibility. This sense of responsibility enables you to only save people and not harm others with the skills you have learned.¡±
"Well, this definitely didn't happen before, but the situation is different now. My physical condition requires me to solve the things that can be solved quickly and not to leave any harm behind."
¡°Am I a disaster?¡± Monk Hua asked.
"Well, he is a pervert!" Yang Zongbao made no secret of his evaluation of Monk Hua: "So please go to hell."
"How many days do I have?" When things reached this point, Monk Hua no longer thought Yang Zongbao was joking.
"The pathological cycle is seven days. After seven days, all the organs of the body enter the decline stage No matter what, you are dead!"
"Seven days? You can do a lot of things in seven days!" Monk Hua said thoughtfully.
"Well, no matter what you do, the flu has started to break out in your country!" Yang Zongbao looked like an old monk in meditation. No matter what Monk Hua said, he was indifferent.
"You" Monk Hua did not expect that Yang Zongbao would be so mean that he could not communicate at all.
"When you speak, you do not rule out the possibility that some individuals with low immune function may have died!"
"Do you really have to do this?" Monk Hua asked.
"Tokugawa Hana, please don't repeat such boring questions, okay?"
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The two of them were relatively speechless.
After a long time, Monk Hua sighed and finally gave in: "Brother Yang, why do you treat me like this? I have been with you through life and death!"
"Aren't you here to kill me too?" Yang Zongbao felt strange: "Isn't it true?"
"" Monk Hua was speechless.
"Okay, you can stay here for the time being!" Yang Zongbao said and waved his hand.
Uncle Mei suddenly appeared, waiting beside Monk Hua?.
Monk Hua immediately understood that he had no chance to kill Yang Zongbao just now, and pursed his lips into a thin layer: "You will go to hell!"
"" Yang Zongbao didn't have the energy to pester.
"Master Tokugawa, please come this way!" Uncle Mei reminded Monk Hua.
"Humph!" Monk Hua threw away his hands and walked away angrily.
Yang Zongbao was sweating profusely and could no longer bear the pain in his stomach. He leaned on the sofa and waited for the pain to pass.
"Master, stop drinking tea!" Rigui couldn't stand it anymore and handed Yang Zongbao a towel: "Don't take Monk Hua's words to heart, he is a pervert!"
"I don't care, because what he said is true. I will definitely go to hell for my sins. For my own selfishness, I put a country in danger!" Yang Zongbao's distress comes from those innocent lives. Because what he just said to Monk Hua were not baseless lies, they were the real truth. As for why he said it, I am afraid that only Yang Zongbao himself knew clearly that he needed someone to vent to. And the object must be able to accuse him. But Yang Zongbao would always be forgiven no matter what he told anyone around him, so the guilt in his heart could not be released.
¡°That¡¯s Country R!¡± The Japanese ghost¡¯s tone was dismissive.
"But we are also human!"
"Master" Rigui didn't know how to comfort him.
"It's done! Tell Baoguo to start accepting Monk Hua's power. I guess I can only hold him back for a few hours!" The emotion only lasted a moment, and Yang Zongbao immediately regained his rational thinking. He never regrets anything he does, even if he makes a mistake, he will always make a mistake.
"I got it!" the Japanese ghost understood.
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Monk Hua¡¯s freedom is restricted in Yang¡¯s house.
"Uncle Mei, your young master Zongbao is really in bad health?" Monk Hua asked.
"Yes!" Uncle Mei knew that Yang Zongbao had no intention of hiding Monk Hua, so he answered in the affirmative.
"If Master Tokugawa is okay, I will go down first. If necessary, just give instructions to the servants!" Uncle Mei said goodbye without losing the opportunity.
Monk Hua stayed in the yard, and from his angle he could see that the door of Yang's house was open. But he knew that just because the door was open didn't mean that there was really no one watching, allowing him to come in and out. Monk Hua even believed that if he dared to take a step, he would be shot to death. People like him who live in danger all year round will develop a natural sensitivity to danger. Monk Hua knew that even though there was no one around him, there must be several guns pointing at his head in the distance. Although he is trapped now, his heart is still active. He will escape as long as there is a chance, so he cannot lose his life easily. After figuring out the key, Monk Hua resolutely turned back to the yard and started strolling around slowly.
Uncle Mei who was hiding aside also followed and took back the sleeve arrow in his hand.
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Ordinary people in Zato City are still living as usual. Only those in power feel the tense atmosphere, as if an invisible hand is closing the net, and they can't let go no matter what they do. The most obvious thing is that there are many more people wandering around the most famous ** in the city.
Yang Zongbao has been having a good time these days, and his face is even rosier than the past few days. He stayed in Yang's house every day, fishing and pruning flowers and plants, and he didn't behave abnormally. Monk Hua's cold symptoms became more and more obvious, and he felt confused all day long.
Yang Lian came back a few times, but when he saw that Yang Zongbao seemed fine, he didn't pay much attention.
Mei Wenxin happened to be assigned to a field internship after graduating from graduate school. This was naturally due to Yang Zongbao's secretive operation.
Yang Fenghuang is very smart. He goes to get off work normally and always goes home to have dinner with Yang Zongbao in the evening.
Chaoyang also always informed Yang Zongbao about the construction situation there.
Everything seems to be running as usual.
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It was a summer afternoon, the sky was clear just now, but suddenly dark clouds rolled in. The clouds are saturated with moisture and hover low above people's heads, as if they can be touched by stretching out one's hand.
Yang Zongbao was unusual, sitting alone in the yard regardless of the impending rain.
Monk Hua could no longer get out of bed and was lying on the bed, lingering for breath.
At the gate of Yang's house, a straw-shoe monk suddenly appeared. The monk's face was red and his temples were slightly protruding, but his age was hard to guess.
"Here we come!" Yang Zongbao spoke.
"Here he comes!" the old monk replied casually.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time!" Yang Zongbao sat upright.
"Well, I know!" The old monk nodded.
"I didn't expect that the last person I saw was you!" Yang Zongbao smiled bitterly: "II don¡¯t want to delve into the things I have encountered in my life, and now that they have reached this point, I don¡¯t want to say anything more. I just hope that you will be merciful to the men of the Yang family in the future. "
"Let me show you!" The old monk walked into Yang Zongbao and felt his pulse.
Yang Zongbao also refused.
After a while, the old monk spoke and approved four words - no life left at all.
"Well, I've expected it a long time ago!" Yang Zongbao suddenly burst into laughter as he spoke, and a silver light flashed in his hand.
The old monk reacted immediately and pushed Yang Zongbao away with a palm. But it was too late, the blade in Yang Zongbao's hand had already scratched the old monk's temple.
The old monk¡¯s fingers covering his temples were bleeding, and he glared at Yang Zongbao: ¡°How dare you!¡±
Although the wound on his chest reopened, seeing the old monk's obviously gray face made me feel unusually comfortable. Spitting a mouthful of bloody sputum on the ground, Yang Zongbao coughed twice and said: "I am about to die anyway, but it seems that you can live for a long time. My child is about to be born, and you are not allowed to play with my child's life anymore." ¡±
"Who told you that my doorkeeper was here?" The old monk's voice was hoarse and he was extremely angry.
"Who else could be there besides Yang Tianming?" Yang Zongbao asked.
"I'm going to kill that kid!" In an instant, the old monk's body was stained red, as if all his blood was concentrated in his temples.
"You have no chance!"
"What do you mean?" Sensing something wrong in Yang Zongbao's tone, the old monk asked.
"I'm afraid I'm no longer here at this time!" Yang Zongbao took several breaths before finishing his words: "Really, if you don't let me get clean when it comes, I have to be so embarrassed!" Looking at the blood on his chest, Yang Zongbao Very helpless. After struggling a few times, he finally sat up. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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