2222: C2222 Hyperpyrexia

C2222 Hyperpyrexia

Ever since Lee Nanfang, Yang Xiao, and Hua Yeshen had left Qingshan, Yue Zitong had been in a state of intense tension.

His heart was beating wildly.

Even if a sparrow flew past the window, she might be surprised.

In her current state, none of the aunts who stayed home dared to be as lively as before.

Even Helan Xiaoxin, who cared the least, was extremely careful with her breathing.

It was not a big deal for their boss to go to the Han City and bring back Duan Xiangning's corpse. Furthermore, there was Shen Yun here as the boss, as well as Yang Xiao and Hua Yeshen who rushed over afterwards.

But no matter how many reasons they found to comfort themselves, they still had a bad premonition.

No one went to work again.

When the sun rose, Helan Xiaoxin, Loong Chengcheng, and Bai Linger were sitting at a stone table under the tree in the courtyard. They watched Min Rou and Chiang Morann play with Yue Zitong's twins, using their hands to hold their fragrant cheeks.

Everyone was home, so the two nannies took a break.

Yue Zitong, who was sitting on the window on the second floor and smoking, would only feel better when she was supported by others as they toddled around.

Since the evening of yesterday, Yue Zitong has called Lee Nanfang at least 80 times, the result is that all the subscribers you called were left unanswered.

The call between Yang Xiao and Night God had long been lost.

Shen Yun was able to get through, but last night, she reported to Yue Zitong that after Lee Nanfang went to the Dragon-hiding Mountain alone, she did not know of his situation.

"Nanfang has seen too many storms. Even if he doesn't have the Black Dragon, he is not afraid of that monster."

This was how Yue Zitong consoled herself when she called Jack.

After each attempt at consolation, Yue Zitong would let out a sigh of relief and blow out a smoke ring.

Familiarity makes perfect.

After countless practice sessions, her aunt was now puffing smoke rings, which were especially round.

If a scumbag was by her side, he would definitely spit out a stick and walk through the smoke ring. Then, he would seriously ask her if she felt comfortable …

Now, there were only circles and no sticks. Her aunt waited for the smoke ring to gradually disperse before she suddenly felt a strong sense of loneliness.

Sighing, Yue Zitong reached for her phone and was about to make another call when her phone suddenly rang.

Caught off guard, her hands trembled in fright and she almost threw her phone away.

It was Shen Yun.

Nanfang had news!

Yue Zitong immediately answered the call and asked: "Where's Nanfang?"

When the five women heard the sound coming from the second floor, they immediately looked up.

From an angle, they couldn't see Yue Zitong's face, but they could hear her cry out, "Wh-what? What, what did you say!? "

Something happened to Nanfang!

Just from Yue Zitong's shocked tone, Helan Xiaoxin and the rest were able to quickly deduce what was going on. Their hearts immediately sank.

Lee Nanfang had aged rapidly, and he could fall at any time — This time he was going to the Han City, so there was not much hope for him to return alive. Helan Xiaoxin and the others, although they didn't seem to be saying it on the surface, but they were still very confident in their husband.

However, after hearing Yue Zitong's question, they were still unable to accept the reality of Lee Nanfang's accident.

The two children who were being helped to learn how to walk seemed to have also felt something and stopped laughing. They raised their small faces and eyes that were like black grapes as they looked at their mother.

"Good, good, good — I, we'll leave now, right now, let's go!"

Yue Zitong said with a trembling voice. Without hanging up the phone, she opened the window and shouted, "Quick, use the fastest speed to pack up. Go to 800!"

What?

Using the fastest speed possible to pack up and evacuate towards 800?

Helan Xiaoxin and the rest looked at the windows on the second floor in a daze. They couldn't understand why Yue Zitong would suddenly issue such an order.

Yue Zitong, whose face was pale, ran out of the living room barefooted. After cursing angrily for some reason, she explained with a trembling voice, "Nanfang and Nanfang were schemed against by the demon, and then were squeezed dry by Chen Yu'er — alas, later on, he was possessed by the demon who wrapped around Duan Xiangning. "If it wasn't for Yang Xiao, he would have killed Shen Yun and her son on the spot."

Nanfang was squeezed dry by Chen Yu'er?

Possession by a monster?

Woosh, what the hell is this?

Helan Xiaoxin and the others' mouths were all wide open.

Yue Zitong was so angry that she wanted to run back into the kitchen and find some eggplants to stuff into them.

In terms of which family had the best eggplant, the big mouth Zhang was probably the one with the most voice among the neighboring farmers.

This was because Beautiful Young Woman, who was in the Lee Family Villa, had only eaten one eggplant grown by him before and was designated as "Imperial Cuisine", which was ten times more expensive than the ones on the market.

Beautiful Young Woman was rich, but she also had two conditions.

First, eggplant to be fresh, to be pure natural without pesticide.

Secondly, he had to send a basket to the villa every three days.

Of course, the delicate Beautiful Young Woman wouldn't go to the market to buy vegetables.

Actually, even if they didn't give him any money, his big mouth would still send the natural eggplant to him for nothing.

If there is no other way, I can see for myself.

Everyone loves beauty. Who said that they couldn't imitate those scoundrels who didn't even finish primary school? They viewed money as dirt and only wanted to catch a glimpse of a peerless beauty?

Of course, if they really didn't pay, Big Mouth would definitely not agree.

However, the state of mind, must reach the height of the literati profligate.

Today was a good day to open his mouth and see a peerless beauty. He drove his motorized three wheels and took a slow turn.

If he continued forward, he would reach a mountain path.

The Lee Family Villa was built halfway up the mountain.

"Sigh, I wonder who is the male owner of this villa. For others to be able to marry a beauty is already a blessing in disguise. He actually has a bunch of — "

As he was mumbling to himself emotionally, he suddenly saw two black sedans flying toward him at breakneck speeds.

His mouth was wide open as he hurriedly stuck to the side.

Woo!

A car like the Mad Bull was almost flying past his electric tricycle.

"Woof, so what if he wants to die?"

Just as Big Mouth was about to curse, he suddenly saw a beautiful face from the window of the second car that was rushing down.

He recognized the face.

It seemed to be a young woman with the most gentle temperament and looks, who was called Rou'er in the Lee Family Villa.

But now Rou'er was driving, and she wasn't soft at all. She was almost on the same level as the Driver.

"What's going on?"

Big Mouth looked at the two cars that were rapidly leaving and shook his head in confusion. "Look at her flustered appearance. It seems like a man has died."

Since Rou'er from Lee Family Villa had left, there should still be other people present.

With mouths agape and a heart filled with suspicion, he drove three cars to the gate of Lee Family Villa. Just as he was about to get off the car, he was stunned.

He saw that the courtyard of the Lee Family Villa was in a mess. Clothes, shoes, small hats, and even hundreds of large bills were scattered all over the place.

"He-hacked?" Rou'er was going after the thief? But … but what about those people? "

His big mouth opened, but he didn't dare to go in without permission.

If he lost something, he wouldn't be able to afford it.

He quickly took out his phone and asked, "Hello, is this alright?"

The Qingshan police had made their move.

It was not for the big mouth reporting, but because the citizens had reported that two black Mercedes-Benz cars were speeding through the city at over a hundred times. They didn't care about the light or the traffic lights at all.

There were more than a dozen car crashes.

Although they did not cause too many casualties, they could not allow others to act so arrogantly and tyrannically.

Did he really think that having the money to drive a Mercedes-Benz was that great?

However, they were indeed a role model for Qingshan's driver. Especially Madame Rou, who would get off the car and help out the elders every time they saw them having trouble moving across the road …

"Chase down those two cars immediately!"

"Even if they can fly, don't even think of flying out of the Green Mountains!"

If the car could fly, Helan Xiaoxin, who was driving, would immediately take off.

It was extremely urgent.

No, even the idiom of being extremely anxious could not explain the fear in the hearts of the wives of Lee Family.

Lee Nanfang was controlled by the monsters. After he was chased away by Yang Xiao, it was highly likely that he would run to Qingshan and start a massacre.

Yang Xiao, however, was worried that he would lurk by his side, waiting for the opportunity to kill Bao'er. Thus, he could only accompany Shen Yun and Chen Yu'er, and directly go from Han City to 800.

In that case, if Lee Nanfang really wanted to kill Teng Qingshan, Yue Zitong, and the others, all they could do was retreat towards the eight hundred as fast as possible.2

"I hope everything is as Yang Xiao said." I hope everything is like Yang Xiao said.

At midnight, for the third time, Yue Zitong switched cars. She turned around, looked at the child in the back seat that Helan Xiaoxin and the others were carrying, and said in a low voice.

"Will we meet him, Night God?"

Helan Xiaoxin raised her head and looked out the window, saying worriedly, "After I met him, I didn't know he was no longer Nanfang. What will happen next — the night god, where are you now? "

Hua Yeshen stood at the seaside seaport and looked towards the South Korea on the other side.

Dawn.

Stars filled the sky, and a cool breeze blew gently.

The flower like young woman dressed in white wasn't affected by the noisy morning market in the slightest. Her eyes were like autumn water, and when the wind blew her hair to cover her face, her delicate eyebrows raised slightly.

He turned back quickly.

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