"Am I afraid to do anything in the future?"
Lao Ming, who was standing next to him, was holding crushed glasses in his hand. He looked at me with his white eyes wide open, almost crying: "President Tong, you don't remember the faults of villains..."
"I really didn't know you were, you are the direct disciple of our ancestor."
"After all, we still, still, I have to call you..."
Too lazy to pay attention to this group of cowardly and bully people, I said coldly: "I have nothing to do with the Xia family. You don't have to worry about anyone. If you have the ability, just mess with me."
Lao Ming and others pursed their lips and shook their heads wildly.
"It's your job to kill me. It's your job to predict my fate."
"If you can't kill me, then I will kill you."
Immediately, everyone on the other side was so frightened that their hair stood on end.
Xia Ding's plane arrived ten minutes early, and accompanying me to the airport were Lao Chenpi and Ma Wenjin.
Today, Xia Ding has become a well-known land god in China.
On the highest stage at the United Nations headquarters in Gotham, Xia Ding received the Outstanding Contribution to Humanity Award, the Lifetime Achievement Award, and the three greatest awards for the greatest historical archaeologist of the twentieth century.
After the four-day trip to Gotham, Xia Ding went to the romantic city full of shit and thieves to attend the biennial conference at the UNESCO headquarters.
There, Xia Ding won more than twenty honors, large and small.
The most impressive thing is of course that the UNESCO headquarters has given an exhibition room named after Xia Ding.
And the gift that Xia Ding brought to UNESCO was a tripod made using the mold casting method!
This four-legged tripod is placed at the main entrance of the UNESCO Accordion Hall.
There is another one that is also the most awesome.
Xia Ding ranks first on UNESCO's newly published list of the greatest historians and archaeologists of the twentieth century.
After this honor came out, the entire China was in a state of excitement.
During the half month I was stationed in Zhou Chenglong, dozens of heavyweight media at home and abroad interviewed Xia Ding intensively, directly promoting Xia Ding to the altar.
At the same time, major publishing houses in China have launched nearly 60 monographs on Xi Xia Ding in this half month.
Various academic journals and institutions at home and abroad have also intensively published hundreds of academic reports and papers written by Xia Ding.
Xia Ding is now a god!
Ever since, Xia Ding also had his own title.
Living fossil!
The first person to carry the tripod in historical archeology in China!
In the few days since I took over Fangzhou, Panjiayuan's collectors, gamers, and traders gave him even more awesome nicknames.
Ancestor!
The ancestor of the entire Chinese antique shop!
From the bottom of my heart, I don’t want to see Xia Ding.
In my heart, the old Mr. Cao is dead, and Xia Ding, who was reborn after being detached from the secret, is no longer the old Mr. Cao in my memory.
But I had to come again.
Because, I want to figure out one thing!
The old man Cao once had an old problem, which was coughing and wheezing.
Spring, autumn and winter are the seasons when Old Man Cao suffers from cough and asthma, and it is only slightly better in summer.
The colder the winter, the more severe his cough and asthma became. It’s almost the same as my dragon-slaying sequelae.
The former old man Cao was both civilized and martial arts, both internally and externally.
He had met, met, and fought against top masters such as Li Jinglin, the swordsman of the Republic of China, Sun Lutang, the tiger-headed young master, Li Shuwen, the sharpshooter, and Du Xinwu.
When Old Man Cao was forty-six years old, a large tomb of the Later Zhou Dynasty was discovered in the Northern Kingdom.
In order to grab a certain supreme national treasure in this tomb, Old Man Cao fought with others, and his legs were left there.
Old Man Cao, who has lost his legs, is still very awesome. Even with a cane, he still has the body of a semi-immortal.
The reason why he has such an awesome body and bones is because Old Man Cao received enlightenment from a god when he was young.
These are all stories told to me by Old Man Cao himself.
That year,
Mawangdui was blown up, and the will-o'-the-wisp shot into the sky, killing and injuring countless people and frightening countless people.
Old Man Cao desperately went to investigate in person and successfully eliminated the will-o'-the-wisp, thus contracting tuberculosis.
Although the story he told was extremely fantasy, I firmly believed it.
The largest patch of palm-sized corpse on his arm was acquired while working on another ancient tomb that will never be deciphered.
This ancient tomb is in Jincheng and was excavated in 1995.
That was the first time that Old Man Cao took me to the scene, and it was also the last and only time.
Later, a big accident occurred due to the carelessness of the watchman, and Old Man Cao spent a lot of effort to solve it. But things were leaked.
After the Jincheng Tomb Incident in 1995, Mr. Cao, who was stained with corpses, spent more than half a year recovering before returning to Yinyuan.
Since then, Old Man Cao's tuberculosis has worsened and his health has become worse than before.
The huge 747 nose approached like a prehistoric monster, and the past of that day during the bloody battle in the courtyard reappeared in my mind, when I grabbed Xia Ding's big ears and burst into anger, unable to vent my rage.
In my ears, the words "Beiyue Qin Jing" carved on the Ru kiln long-neck vase were like a high-speed, out-of-control shield boring machine drilling through my eardrums.
At this moment, my heart was extremely complicated.
I wanted to see Xia Ding, but I was afraid of seeing him.
But the moment the spiral staircase was in place and the hatch opened, the first thing I saw was not Xia Ding, but a foreigner.
Janknu!
The old man Zhan I rescued in Hoh Xil.
Jankenu, an academician from the five countries of Li, the Sun Never Sets, Hans, Gaul, and Svia.
Zhan Kenu was sitting in Xia Ding's wheelchair.
Xia Ding was carried out by Wuhan University.
Wuhan University was the person who knocked off my lighter that day and scolded me that I had had enough.
The martial arts instructor of the Yin Yuan Junior Class.
As soon as I stepped out of the hatch, Xia Ding saw me, his eyes filled with endless light.
Behind Xia Ding, two men carried a tightly wrapped stretcher. Next to them stood Xia Yuzhou, Guo Hong, Ma Jianli and another young girl.
Zhankenu, who had his right leg in a plaster, was extremely surprised when he first saw me. He held my hand and kept pressing me, and he was a little confused.
