"Niang Meie is a spirit condensed from the earth and fire. She is the most yin and cold thing. The yin pole must be yang. Niang Meie can burn all the evil things in the world."
Ning Ning pinched the little beetle and handed a branch he took out from his pocket to the beetle.
It quickly stretched out its two thin little paws, hugged the small branch and started chewing happily.
The man who spoke before tried his best to strike up a conversation: "Little sister, your branch doesn't look like a mortal thing."
Ning Ning glanced at him: "This is what I just folded in the flower bed downstairs."
man:"……"
Smiling awkwardly: "Hahaha, maybe I am ignorant, but I always feel that this branch is different."
He made a haha and changed the subject: "Little girl, can you sell this beetle on your hand? I will pay 20,000 yuan to buy this little bug on your hand. 20,000 yuan can buy a lot of candies, so many delicious ones." Yes, and nice clothes.”
This man opened his mouth and almost made Ning Ning laugh.
Is this person deliberately bullying her for her young age?
The four words "Essence of Earth Fire" alone are enough to be called a priceless treasure.
Not to mention 20,000 yuan, even 20 million cannot buy a foot of this beetle.
The little girl pursed her lips: "I'm sorry, Mommy is my friend, I won't sell it."
The man still wants to continue to pester.
A big hand was inserted coldly in the middle. Wearing a black trench coat, the imposing young man pursed his lips and said with a cold expression: "Don't pester my sister."
That momentum is really scary.
This group of desperadoes is still discerning. The man knew that he couldn't afford to offend him. He smiled and raised his hand: "Okay, I won't buy it."
He said he wouldn't buy it, but kept his eyes on the Beetle.
There is still some greed left in my heart.
If they could get their hands on this gadget, these brothers would surely make a fortune.
Ning Ning didn't care about their little thoughts.
If these people dare to attack themselves, they will definitely be the unlucky ones.
Xu Yanzhao, who was behind him, frowned and winked at the subordinate behind him.
The subordinate nodded imperceptibly, quietly turned around and exited the room, took out his mobile phone and made a few calls.
"Hello, this is Mr. Xu's phone number. Please find your leader."
"It's like this. I have something to trouble you about. We recently found out about a group of tomb robbers and want to report it to the relevant departments. Hahaha, you're welcome. If you can contribute to the national archeology, it's our job. A national honor.”
The subordinate looks like the male protagonist in The Matrix, but he is very simple in his speech and work.
As the saying goes, if you have problems, go to the government.
As a conscientious citizen, we should actively report criminals.
The slogan "Guang Zheng Great" can be seen everywhere in the Xu Group.
Fighting crime is everyone’s responsibility.
Be lenient if you confess, be strict if you resist, and don’t commit crimes over trivial matters.
Don't do evil because it's small, don't do good because it's small.
The bonuses earned from fighting crime alone every year are enough for Xu's employees to have luxurious meals for several months and travel abroad several times.
After hanging up the phone, the subordinate glanced into the brightly lit room, curled his lips and snorted: "How dare you threaten our young lady like you?! Ha, I can't kill you."
They got people in according to the rules and regulations.
As for what happens after entering, that is none of their business.
Father Zhou was already awake in the room.
The man who woke up shouted that he was hungry.
After being fed rice for three days, my stomach growled and my chest felt uncomfortable.
"Is there anything to eat? Wife."
"Yes, I'll bring it to you now. I've made vegetable and lean meat porridge. You wait."
Mother Zhou wiped her tears with joy and hurriedly turned to the kitchen to serve porridge to her husband.
On the small stove in the kitchen, a pot of green vegetable and lean meat porridge was warmed in a purple casserole. The aroma of the slurping porridge and noodles was rising. Mother Zhou quickly took out a large bowl with a spoon, cut a small handful of fresh green onions and sprinkled it on top. Use a small sauce plate and fill half of it with pickles and fermented bean curd.
The bean curd is specially drizzled with a layer of homemade sesame oil.
The spicy spicy food is very appetizing.
This is her husband's favorite thing to eat.
After the porridge was served, Father Zhou took a little tofu, regardless of how hot it was, and drank a few mouthfuls of the vegetable and lean meat porridge.
Then he sighed with satisfaction: "The rice cooked by my wife is still delicious."
Zhou’s mother smiled tearfully, glared at him and said, “You know how to talk sweet words, but you’ve made me worried to death.”
Father Zhou smiled happily: "My wife, give me another bowl."
"good."
Mother Zhou nodded quickly, took the bowl and turned into the kitchen.
Father Zhou wiped his mouth and glanced around the room. When his eyes fell on his daughter and Ning Ning, his eyes were very soft and full of love.
"Qianqian, dad has made you worried."
Zhou Qianqian's eyes were red and looked like a monkey's butt, which was both distressing and funny.
Ning Ning kept wiping her tears with a handkerchief, and sighed like a little adult: "Why do you think you cry so much?"
Zhou Qianqian glanced at her, pulled the handkerchief and put it in the corner of her eyes, and snorted: "What's wrong with me crying? Aren't you the one who spoils me?"
Look at how arrogant and coquettish this person is, Ning Ning really can't do anything to her.
Father Zhou looked at the two children with tender eyes and said to Ning Ning solemnly: "Thank you for saving my life Ning Ning."
Father Zhou is not a fool.
He always knew there was something magical about Ning Ning.
Now, except for his wife and daughter, the gangsters who were threatened by him and wanted to get something and had to send him back, the only ones who showed up at his home in the middle of the night were Ningning, his brother, and the gangsters who sent them back. The bodyguard came over.
My daughter has a very good relationship with Ning Ning.
So asking Ning Ning for help is not a problem.
Ning Ning smiled shyly, her eyes curved into crescent shapes, and waved her hands repeatedly: "Uncle Zhou, don't be polite. Zhou Qianqian and I are best friends, and his matters are my matters."
Zhou Qianqian's face turned red, her innocence mixed with a bit of joy, she lowered her head and whispered, "Ning Ning, thank you, we are the best and best friends."
If Ningning hadn't been there, her father would have been in danger.
Zhou Qianqian's face turned pale when she thought of this, and she hurriedly complained to her father: "The bad guy just called the funeral home and said he would burn you."
Lao Qin, who was on the phone, quickly interrupted: "It's all a joke. Brother Zhou, you know me. I am an honest person and don't have so many evil thoughts. I don't think so. If you die, I can also help my sister-in-law." Cook it."
Father Zhou smiled softly: "Really? Then I have to thank you?"
If this old Qin was honest, there would be no hypocritical and cunning people in the world.
But Zhou’s father didn’t expose him either.
Ning Ning doesn't like these people, but Zhou's father knows them, so it's hard to say anything.
Dad Zhou took a short rest. When the municipal hospital opens tomorrow morning, he will go there for a check-up.
Because of his physical weakness caused by being possessed for a long time, Zhou's father looked pale, but those few people did not intend to let him rest.
"Brother Zhou, when do you think we can continue this matter again?"
Lao Qin asked, rubbing his hands and licking his face.
Father Zhou said coldly: "You've added five, but you still think it's not enough? Why don't you rush to bury the female corpse with her?"
Lao Qin rolled his eyes: "Yes, I admit that we were not cautious enough in the previous matter, but it is precisely because we have lost so many brothers that we have to fight to the end. Those brothers died inside, but there must always be someone at home. It will cover the burial expenses. Wouldn’t it be a pity if we didn’t go down and bring something out?”
Father Zhou smiled coldly: "What a pity? I pity my life."
Lao Qin's face changed and he said sternly: "Master Zhou, don't forget that you owe your life to our brothers and fathers here. If my father and several uncles hadn't fought to save you from the bloody tomb of the general of the Zhou Dynasty, If you snatch it out, you'll probably feed it to the bloody corpse, right?"
That’s why I say that my heroic son is a coward.
The old men who followed Zhou's father to the grave were all loyal and courageous, caring for each other in life and death, but the son they gave birth to repaid their kindness and threatened their former master's family.
Father Zhou's face changed a little.
"Uncle Zhou, can you tell us what is going on?"
Seeing Zhou's father's displeasure, Ning Ning took the initiative to come to the rescue: "We want to hear stories, just like the stories you told us before."
