2436: C2436 Sage of the Capital

C2436 Sage of the Capital

The third name was Ye Qingwu.

Her figure was light like a swallow in the palm, and she was known as Zhao Feiyan. Her face and figure were both beautiful, and the most important thing was that she was known as the capital's most talented girl, and she was also the apple of the Ye Family's eye.

Yang Ping shook his head, shaking off Ye Qingwu's figure and looked down along with the communication record.

The fourth name, Mu Zihan.

Yang Ping thought that shouldn't be the case. Mu Zihan gave birth to Xuan Xuan, so she couldn't be a chick. Furthermore, her body fragrance wasn't the smell of the pillow. He was very clear about the perfume brand Mu Zihan was using.

Eh, why am I so familiar with Mu Zihan's fragrance?

Yang Ping continued to read. The fifth name was Sunn Wangyue, a man. Two people immediately appeared in his mind … He felt a chill run down his spine as he cursed. He couldn't even think about such a thing.

He looked down and found that, except for the top few, the other calls had been made before he was drunk.

Inwardly, Yang Ping felt a headache coming on. If Mu Zihan, Ming Zhu, and Ma Weiwei were not the same, then what other woman in the Dragon City was related to him? He looked for several, but didn't see the name at the top.

It was definitely impossible for Zhu Xi to win. Zhu Xi would definitely hate him after the quarrel between the two last night. It was basically impossible for the two of them to go down. Thinking about how he was always being used, Yang Ping was unable to calm down his anger.

Since it had nothing to do with Zhu Xi, then would Dragon God Competition continue to participate?

This morning, he had received a text message saying that the eighth round of Dragon God Competition would begin at two in the afternoon. It was said that he would be waiting for the experts from the capital.

Yang Ping was not interested in Dragon God Competition, so he did not plan to continue participating. Even if the finals were related to Zhu Xi, Zhu Yan and Prince Bell should be able to withstand the attacks of the others.

He returned to the Yang Medical Center and continued his deep sleep.

Yang Ping smelled the smell of someone in his dream and it felt very comfortable. He took off the bed sheets, but didn't throw them into the washing machine. Instead, he stacked them up and put them in the cabinet as a souvenir. He felt that if the person in his dream really cared about him, he would definitely appear again. Ancient women spent their nights in bed with a white handkerchief under their butts, and the next morning a red plum rose on the handkerchief to show their innocence. Of course, not every young person in modern society had a red stain. Many women had their membranes burst due to strenuous exercise or other reasons before their first visit.

Perhaps the dreamer would wander about and come to the infirmary again.

Yang Ping was worried about his personal gains and losses.

Losing Zhu Xi was a very uncomfortable thing. At least Yang Ping felt uncomfortable, especially after being cheated. His anger almost triggered the ominous energy in his body. Luckily, he quickly suppressed it and recovered. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

The sound of a motorcycle came from outside.

Yang Ping's body was full of developments as he thought, "Could it be the person in his dream last night?"

He quickly opened the door and walked out of the infirmary.

Zhen Ying was arranging the motorcycles. When she saw Yang Ping, she giggled and said, "Big Brother Yang, I'm going to cheer you on."

Yang Ping had a strange expression on his face as he looked at Zhen Ying. From top to bottom, from left to right, on the face, body, and outstanding work of the creator, could it be that Zhen Ying was the one in the dream? Zhen Ying blushed slightly when she saw Yang Ping looking at her. She said in a displeased tone, "Big Brother Yang, why are you looking at me like that?"

Coming back to his senses, Yang Ping smiled awkwardly and said, "Come in."

Zhen Ying brought Yang Ping his breakfast and put it happily on the table, crying out, "Lalalalala, look, I bought a steamed bun and it's delicious. Big Brother Yang, come and have a try. "

Yang Ping sat at the dining table, puzzled, smelling the breakfast. "You remember Big Brother Yang," he said.

Zhen Ying giggled, "Of course, I treat Big Brother Yang the best." Ye Zichen rolled his eyes and complained, "Big Brother Yang, did you sleep in the clinic last night? Why aren't you going back?"

Yang Ping stopped his chopsticks and thought about Zhu Xi. He smiled bitterly and said, "I won't go back in the future." I want to open up the infirmary, cure the disease, and make some money. In the future, we might even have to buy a house and get married in the Dragon City. "

Zhen Ying looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Yang Ping felt embarrassed and said awkwardly: "What's wrong?"

Zhen Ying shook her head and frowned, "Big Brother Yang, I feel that your condition today isn't right. The feeling it gave people seemed to have changed a lot. "

Thump!

Yang Ping was secretly shocked, could it be that the word "heartbreak" was written all over his face? F * ck, isn't this too useless? Even Zhen Ying, who was worried about her EQ, could tell that if she walked out, the entire street would probably know what was going on.

"Big Brother Yang, two o'clock in the afternoon. I'll go and cheer for you." Zhen Ying said mysteriously, "In the eighth round of Dragon God Competition, a saint came from the capital. As the referee, he probably wants to select disciples. "

Yang Ping was shocked.

Saints did not just appear randomly. There were only a handful in China who were Saints, true Saints were not the only ones that broke through the Saints' barrier. The appearance of a Sage must be justified and had karma behind it. There were some who had broken through to another level in their Ninth Level Stage and were not able to be called saints. At most, they would reach Subsaint. But the conditions for the promotion of a saint are very strict. Of course, if you could be like Madame Zhu who could defeat four Saints on her own without losing, then you could be called a Sage. Half of his Subsaint went against the Saint, and he had no chance of winning at all.

Who were the saints in the capital?

"I'm not going." Although Yang Ping was curious, there was no point in watching Dragon God Competition, it was as if he was watching a show every day. He was once a soldier and knew that real fighting was much more brutal than the fights in the arena.

Martial arts training was not used to play the monkey game, but to serve the people, to serve the country.

"Big Brother Yang, I have nothing to do today, so I'll clean up your bed." Zhen Ying, who was sitting at the side, felt bored. With a flash of inspiration, she got up and walked towards her room. Yang Ping had no time to stop her, so he could only give up.

The sunlight shone into the infirmary as Yang Ping bathed in the golden light. His mood improved a lot as he felt the warmth of the morning.

"Big Brother Yang, what did you do last night?" Zhen Ying's voice came from the bed. Yang Ping was startled awake and thought of a possibility. His heart twitched as he guessed that the person in his dreams couldn't be Zhen Ying, right?

He delivered breakfast early in the morning and even helped to pack up.

Could it be that Zhen Ying was here to look for that plum flower?

Yang Ping got up and rushed into the room. He saw that Zhen Ying was busy and the bed sheets in the cabinet were taken out. Although it wasn't opened, Zhen Ying's purpose was clear — it was that bed sheet.

When Zhen Ying saw Yang Ping enter, she smiled and said, "Big Brother Yang, your room is so messy."

Yang Ping did not make a sound. He moved closer to Zhen Ying and walked behind her. He leaned close to her soft body and put his nose on her hair to smell the fragrance. Zhen Ying's delicate body trembled as she felt Yang Ping approaching. Her face turned red.

"Big Brother Yang... You. What is it? " Zhen Ying asked in a trembling voice.

A trace of disappointment flashed across Yang Ping's eyes. The smell of Zhen Ying's hair wasn't from the pillow. Although the smell was similar, it was different. He sighed in his heart. In the end, he could not find who the person in his dream was.

"What's wrong?"

Zhen Ying asked curiously when she felt the disappointment in Yang Ping's eyes.

Yang Ping forced a smile, pulled her out and said, "Don't worry about it, I'm used to it. What are you going to do today? "

Zhen Ying didn't doubt his words at all and said, "Master told me to withdraw from the Dragon God Competition, and Senior Brother also withdrew himself. They said that the Dragon God Competition this time is different from the past, and that the people who are preparing the districts are all from Unrivaled Genius, so they did not win any hope. "

Yang Ping nodded. The experts that LEE Ba represented were not easy to deal with.

"Master even told me about you." Zhen Ying said with an innocent smile.

Yang Ping's heart skipped a beat. He was quite interested in the evaluation of Zhen Ying's master, China's No. 1 Assassin.

Zhen Ying said, "Master said that although you look a little ugly, you are worth relying on."

Clang!

Yang Ping revealed a resentful look and laughed, "What evaluation?"

When Yang Ping saw that it was Liu Yu's, he was quite curious. At this time, he couldn't possibly be trying to persuade him to participate. After hesitating for a moment, he answered: "Housekeeper Liu, what can I do for you?"

Liu Yu said seriously, "Madam wants to see you."2

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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