Mo Liancheng's voice was as calm as water as he continued, "From now on, just throw away this ordinary face. It's better to live your life back to yourself."

"Yes..." Qin Ling seemed to have been tapped on his acupuncture points, frozen in place.

It can be seen that he is very excited.

In other words, he personally hates Qin Ling's identity.

Is it really possible to live back to yourself?

Qin Ling said nothing and walked out silently.

Qu Tan'er blinked, as if she could understand Qin Ling's mood, "Chengcheng, he has really become your fan."

"It is his honor to worship me."

"Uh..." Qu Tan'er had a dark look on his face.

This guy is really becoming more and more narcissistic. You can't give him any color, otherwise he will really open a dyeing shop.

However, thinking about it carefully, Qu Tan'er also feels that his man is amazing. He suddenly thought of a way to solve the worries that were quite troublesome at first, and he has to earn people's gratitude. As long as the outside world believes that Qin Ling is dead, there is really no need to doubt anymore.

Go to the Qi'an Hall.

The boss is dead, so any conspiracy is bullshit.

Three days later.

It was reported from the outside world that Qin Ling, the miracle doctor of Qi'antang, was ill. It was said that he was infected while treating a dying patient. Within a few days, the patient died, and Qin Ling's condition became very serious. Qin Ling has been lying on the hospital bed,

His life was in danger. If he hadn't been a doctor himself, he would have died long ago.

As soon as the news came out, all the famous doctors in the capital rushed to Qi'an Hall to take pulse and consult.

I hope that everyone will be treated as a living Bodhisattva by the miraculous doctor.

Not far away, doctors from various cities and towns who heard the news rushed over.

Even though I'm sick, I'm still sick.

The disease in Qinling is getting more and more serious.

Finally, after struggling for nearly a month, Qin Ling died.

In order to save an ordinary person, a big figure from the Moyang Dynasty who had always been very positive passed away. This news shocked the whole country in a short period of time, and there was an outpouring of mourning and regret. After another seventy-seven and forty-nine days of vigil, in

On the day of Qin Ling's funeral, the streets were crowded with people paying their respects.

Among them, the majority are ordinary people.

It is said that most of them have been favored by Qinling...

Looking in the dark, Qu Tan'er was speechless.

This guy Qin Ling... is quite popular. But she knows that this guy is a little soft-hearted, but he is not a good person. Most of the time he saves people just on a whim. Also, most of them are considered deliberate, or they have some motivation.

There are various purposes. Occasionally, I just want to make a good name for myself.

In fact, Qinling is trying to gain a good reputation just for the sake of convenience.

Anyway, no matter how you think about it, the Qinling Mountains are not a good thing.

But so many people love it...

"Chengcheng, will I be so beautiful when I die?" Qu Tan'er's face was filled with jealousy, and she glared hatefully at Qin Ling, who had been standing behind Mo Liancheng, dressed as a follower, handsome and elegant, wearing ordinary clothes.

, can't hide that magnificence anymore. Now, Qin Ling has changed his identity and is Mo Liancheng's new disciple.

Mo Liancheng glanced at her and frowned, not liking the word death she mentioned.

Qu Tan'er pouted her little mouth and said, "I'm jealous, can't I?"

"Idiot." A certain man cursed gracefully.

"..." She wilted.

Qin Ling touched his nose nonchalantly and wisely remained silent.

In such a beautiful scene, he really made himself feel a little carried away.
Chapter completed!