C2196 Yin Ping's Tribulation Was Coming
"Aunt Ling, Ran is very lucky. He will be fine very soon. Don't worry too much."
Su Fangfei put the food into Soong Shuling's bowl and comforted her gently.
Although she said so, this gentle cousin of hers also could not be missed in her heart.
Meng Ran's injury this time was really too serious. Even that old mister Yin personally carried it back to the villa.
She knew in her heart that Soong Shuling could not rest assured. Su Fangfei took the initiative to shoulder the burden of the company and let Soong Shuling stay in the villa and guard Meng Ran. As for the big and small matters in the company, Su Fangfei handled them all by herself.
After school started, Yin Qingxue would come to the villa every day after school to visit Meng Ran, hoping that Meng Ran would be able to walk out of the room.
However, she was disappointed again and again.
Twelve days had passed, but there was no movement in Meng Ran's room. If it wasn't for Yin Ping's visit and the fact that Meng Ran's injuries had improved, the three girls would have rushed into the room.
Unlike Zi Qiong's villa, ever since the explosion in the industrial area on the sixteenth night of the first month, the public opinion in the entire Hua Country had been in an uproar.
Every media outlet wanted to report on this matter, and even implicated the leaders of Jinghua City. They blamed over 20 people for resigning.
Fortunately, because of the Spring Festival, most of the factories in the outskirts of the city had stopped working, and there were very few injured workers.
However, due to this storm, the disappearance of the people in Jinghua City was completely exposed!
The leaders of Jinghua City claimed that within a month, they would definitely investigate the truth and the masses would know the truth.
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The capital of the empire, Yanjing, on the Yan Emperor Mountain.
Pa!
An invisible palm struck Ning Wenbin's body, shattering half of his face.
"This is the explanation you gave me? The T virus and Phoenix Blood were both destroyed!?"
On the golden dragon throne in the main hall, a terrifying existence with an Ice Sculpting Mask let out a hoarse and unpleasant roar.
The terrifying sound waves caused the entire palace to tremble.
"Master! It's not that I'm useless... It's that old bastard Yin Ping who attacked!" Ning Wenbin, who was prostrating on the ground, explained in a panic, his words unclear.
"Oh? He actually intervened in the matter of Huaxia?" A cold laugh came from below the Ice Sculpting Mask, causing one's hair to stand on end.
Ning Wenbin took the opportunity to say with resentment, "Master, not only did he destroy the T virus reagent, that Meng Ran brat was also saved by him."
However, the second half of his sentence completely angered Man With Ice Mask .
He condensed a huge magic strength hand that looked lifelike. It held Ning Wenbin's entire body in his hand, and all the bones in his body made cracking sounds.
"Did I warn you that only I can move Meng Ran, and none of you can touch him!?"
Immediately, Ning Wenbin's heart-wrenching screams resounded throughout the entire hall.
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The morning light dimmed, and the sky cleared up.
Dragon Tiger Mountains, Heavenly Master Tao Taoist Temple.
Daoxuan Zhenren, Chen Daoxuan, was pushing his beloved disciple, Chen Ziyang out of his room. Chen Ziyang, who was sitting on a bamboo chair, was accompanying Master Sovereign as he bathed in the morning sun. He was in an exceptionally good mood.1
"Master Sovereign, I will have to trouble you to take care of Ziyang every day to wash up. Ziyang has let Master Sovereign down."
"Child, why are you saying these useless things again? I'm old. That girl Fei Xuan is busy with national affairs. She might not be able to come and visit me once a year. I'm happy that you can stay by my side. "
Daoist Daoxuan, dressed in a gray Daoist robe, said. He twirled his beard and smiled. He even waved his Peach Wood Ancient Sword to demonstrate Chen Ziyang's new sword technique.
Suddenly!
In Chen Ziyang's eyes, an Ice Sculpting Mask was gradually reflected!
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