Jiang Qiqi was the first to rush in.
Seeing Gu Yue Fuyao lying unconscious on the ground, her expression suddenly changed.
He leaned down and took a look, and found that he was just unconscious, so he breathed a long sigh of relief.
Instructing his subordinates to rescue people, he couldn't wait to walk into the safe behind the counter.
Ye Lan is no longer here.
On the ground, there were only cold corpses left.
Jiang Qiqi took a deep breath and looked a little more relaxed.
The aftermath is proceeding in an orderly manner, and the scope of impact has been controlled.
But no matter what, Ye Lan got into quite a lot of trouble this time.
If a practitioner attacks ordinary people, it would be a serious crime anywhere in the world.
As for what happened here, we can only make a conclusion after the investigation is completed...
Gu Yue Fuyao's injury was not serious.
After being sent to the hospital, he woke up quickly.
When Jiang Qiqi arrived, she was sitting on the hospital bed, looking out the window blankly.
Seeing his best friend arriving, Gu Yue Fuyao looked away and patted the side of his bed.
"Qiqi, come on, sit closer."
Jiang Qiqi's face was solemn, and she didn't even have time to care about her body. She couldn't wait to ask: "Sister Fuyao, did Ye Lan do all this?"
"no!"
Gu Yue Fuyao shook her head calmly and said leisurely: "It's Emperor Nangong De and Long 2."
Immediately, she told in detail everything that happened in the bank.
After learning that Ye Lan did not kill ordinary people, Jiang Qiqi breathed a sigh of relief.
But Gu Yue Fuyao's next words made her fearful again.
"Qiqi, do you think cultivators should exist?"
Jiang Qiqi suddenly raised her head and looked into Gu Yue Fuyao's deep eyes.
This ordinary person who holds the financial power of the Spirit Alliance seems very strange at the moment.
Without waiting for an answer, she smiled and said to herself: "I'm just sighing. Practitioners have been practicing for thousands of years. It's not something that one person or one generation can change."
It is clear.
This incident touched her so much that she began to consider how to treat practitioners.
Jiang Qiqi smiled softly and did not answer the conversation. Instead, she deliberately changed the subject and said, "Listen to me, Ye Lan is interested in you?"
Gu Yue Fuyao didn't speak, her eyes were blank and she said, "It's just a hormonal impulse. I have never been so close to a man that I can't forget him."
"Qiqi, I thought a lot before you came. He and I are not from the same world."
Hearing this, Jiang Qiqi thought to herself that it was not good.
How rational is a woman who can sit in the position of the God of Wealth in the Ling Alliance?
When she first met Ye Lan, she might still feel her heart pounding, but after experiencing this life-and-death crisis, she completely sobered up.
Sure enough, the next words made Jiang Qiqi's expression change.
"It is impossible for ordinary people to check and balance practitioners."
Gu Yue Fuyao's eyes were calm and she stared straight at her and said, "Qiqi, I need balance."
Balance means opposition, which means that the Spiritual Alliance cannot be the dominant one.
From the perspective of a secular country, this makes perfect sense.
Jiang Qiqi smiled hoarsely, stretched out her hand and gently closed the quilt.
"Have a good rest and rest assured, no matter what decision you make, I will implement it."
Gu Yue Fuyao nodded slightly and then slowly closed her eyes.
Jiang Qiqi, on the other hand, walked out with serious thoughts.
...
And the other side.
Ye Lan, who was covered in blood, was in the public restroom, constantly cleaning the blood on himself.
He couldn't remember how he escaped.
The last memory was when he unscrewed Emperor Nangong De's head.
After that, it was blank.
Under the stimulation of the forbidden body, he has turned into a war machine.
The injuries inside the body showed that the battle was extremely brutal.
Several ribs were broken, and he might not be able to engage in high-intensity fighting in a short period of time.
Just after cleaning, Jiang Qiqi's phone call came in.
"Where are you?"
"Bathroom, I don't know the details."
Ye Lan looked around until he saw the health responsibility sign, and then gave the specific address.
Jiang Qiqi left a word of "waiting" and immediately hung up the phone.
An hour later, Jiang Qiqi's SUV stopped outside the bathroom.
Ye Lan got into the car and she immediately threw a handbag over.
"I have made arrangements to change clothes. You can leave now."
"Go? Where to go?" Ye Lan asked hesitantly.
"Leave Daxia and go anywhere. This accident has greatly stimulated Gu Yue Fuyao. I'm afraid there will be great turmoil in the domestic cultivation world."
Jiang Qiqi said with a solemn expression.
The plan of the Zhenlinglong Group and the Nangong family succeeded in another unexpected way.
Although they failed to achieve their goals, they aroused the vigilance of secular managers.
Ye Lan, who is the origin of the matter, will naturally focus on it.
"I won't leave."
Ye Lan leaned back and threw the handbag into the back seat.
Jiang Qiqi slammed on the brakes, "Do you know how powerful the country is? No matter how powerful you are, can you withstand airplanes and cannons?"
"If I leave, Gu Yue Fuyao will definitely die."
Ye Lan said word by word.
Gu Yue Fuyao has been hit by an incurable cold spell.
For Qing, he would not just watch Gu Yue Fuyao be tortured to death by the cold curse.
Yu Li, Gu Yue Fuyao can't have any trouble.
Once she really dies due to this accident, the consequences will probably be even more serious.
"Cold Curse? You said she was hit by the Cold Curse of the Soul-Suppressing Dragon Group?" Jiang Qiqi said in a solemn tone.
"That's right, even the Soul-Suppressing Dragon Group can't completely resolve this cold curse. Only my Pure Yang Body can cure it."
Ye Lan nodded and said.
Hearing this, Jiang Qiqi showed a wry smile.
"Good brother, I'm afraid you don't know yet. This accident has greatly stimulated her. She has completely calmed down and is ready to draw a clear line with you."
"It shouldn't be!" Ye Lan looked strange.
A few hours ago, Gu Yue Fuyao was lying in his arms, like a shy little girl.
Do you have to draw a clear line with yourself in the blink of an eye?
"Good brother, do you think she is one of those love-minded little girls? She is the boss who controls the lifeblood of the entire Spirit Alliance!"
"Such a woman, once she calms down, is terrifyingly calm."
Jiang Qiqi's tone was leisurely, as if lost.
"At this point, there is only one way."
She turned sideways and said word by word: "Sleep with her and let her conceive the child for you."
Ye Lan's face turned dark. Her best friend was right about being fire-proof, anti-theft and anti-theft.
My best friend had just been stimulated, and Jiang Qiqi turned around and instigated him to sleep with her?
"Think about it, she is unable to practice due to physical reasons, but your forbidden bloodline is extremely domineering. Your descendants will definitely be cultivators."
"Identity determines thoughts. If her children are also practitioners, their thinking angle will be different."
"Besides, Sister Fuyao is pretty and gives you an advantage."
The more Jiang Qiqi talked, the more excited she became, and she even began to think about how to administer the medicine.
Ye Lan interrupted with a cold face. "Sister Qiqi, can you please stop leading me astray?"
He didn't bother to use this method, and he didn't want to have a relationship with a woman who didn't like him.
Not to mention having a baby.
Seeing this, Jiang Qiqi held her chin helplessly, "Then there's nothing we can do. Once a woman like her makes a decision, it's difficult to change it."
Ye Lan didn't want to discuss this issue anymore, and said helplessly: "No more talking, you'd better send me to Beijing University."
Jiang Qiqi no longer hesitated.
Perhaps this was just Gu Yue Fuyao's post-traumatic syndrome.
After she recovers a bit, she will still miss Ye Lan.
