After a meeting, Director Pei and Ximen Lang, as black and white giants, both got what they wanted. The former got money, the latter got promises, and they were both satisfied.
Director Pei put the gold card away and said: "Now that the leader of the Qinggang has been killed, you have become the target of their wanted list and are in a very dangerous situation. In comparison, our Public Security Bureau is undoubtedly the safest place. I see you are there.
Let’s stay in the reception room for a few days to avoid the limelight.”
Ximenlang nodded and said, "I think so too."
"Okay, it's settled. We have a cafeteria in the bureau, and I'll have someone bring food to you. Why don't you let Xiao Zheng come and take care of you? After all, she is a lesbian, careful, and can take care of others."
After hearing his suggestion, Ximen Lang immediately smiled and thought to himself, I won't be lonely here anymore. He smiled and said, "Let Director Pei worry about it."
Director Pei chuckled and said: "You're welcome, Brother Ximen, you are a distinguished guest. It's our honor to stay at the Public Security Bureau. I have the final say on this three-acre land. Of course, I want to make your stay comfortable. That's okay
, you should rest first, I'm going to work, if you need anything, just tell Xiao Zheng."
"I know, see you later."
Director Pei got up and left the reception room. Ximenlang was sitting cross-legged on the sofa practicing kungfu with nothing to do. Now he is vigorously developing the underworld business and building his business empire at the same time. He lives a very fulfilling life. Compared with those who have not come to country Z,
The days are really different.
An hour later, Ximen Lang took a long breath and stood up in high spirits. He felt that his power had deepened a lot and said to himself: "If we continue at this rate, I estimate that I can reach the seventh level of Hunyuan Gong by the end of the year."
It’s over.”
While he was rejoicing, he suddenly felt a severe pain in his abdomen. He was startled and knew that the effect of the Seven-Day Heart-Breaking Pill had started to take effect again, so he hurriedly went to take out the antidote in his arms.
Since being forced by ghosts to take the Seven-Day Heart-Breaking Pill, Ximen Lang seems to have turned into a woman. Every seven days, his belly will twist like a knife, which is about the same as menstruation. However, girls do this once a month, so he is lucky.
It happens once a week, so it should be called astrology. Besides, on the seventh day, I can’t tell when my head will move. Sometimes it’s during the day, sometimes it’s at night, and the attacks are faster and more severe every time. It’s really
It's terrible!
Fortunately, Ximen Lang found a bottle of antidote on the ghost's body. There were thirteen pills, which could last for three months. These days, whenever the Seven-day Heart-broken Pill attacks, he takes one of the antidote.
control.
Before Ximenlang could take out the antidote, he was already in unbearable pain and fell down on the carpet, with dense cold sweat oozing out from his forehead and the muscles on his face twitching violently.
That kind of severe pain cannot be described in words. Logically speaking, Ximen Lang is a golden snake with a supernatural body and has a strong tolerance for pain. He can endure it even if he soaks in the bone refining soup, but he cannot bear the heartbreak.
It hurts. However, this was just him. If it had been anyone else, he would have fainted from the pain.
On the stall, Ximen Lang curled up, reached into the pocket of his coat with trembling hands, took out a porcelain bottle, pulled out the cork, poured the pills inside, threw them into his mouth and swallowed them.
After completing this series of actions with great perseverance, Ximenlang could no longer hold on. He let go of his hand, the porcelain bottle fell, and the pills inside rolled everywhere. Then, his body rolled back and forth uncontrollably.
, gritting his teeth desperately to keep from screaming.
If his girls saw the current scene, they would probably shed tears of distress!
Three minutes later, the antidote took effect and the pain gradually eased. The exhausted Ximen Lang was covered in sweat and his clothes were soaked. He collapsed weakly on the carpet, and the gaze in his starry eyes became hollow.
, staring at the ceiling in a daze, his mind went blank, as if he had walked through hell.
After a long time, Ximen Lang's physical strength gradually recovered, and there was a little sparkle in his eyes. He gasped and sat up. When he turned around and looked around, he found that the porcelain bottle containing the antidote was lying upside down and scattered on the carpet.
I was shocked when I saw a few antidote pills. I got up suddenly, grabbed the porcelain bottle, picked up the pills on the ground, and put them into the porcelain bottle as if I was holding a priceless treasure.
Yes, these antidotes are priceless treasures to Ximen Lang. Each one of them is enough for him to exchange all his wealth, because this is the continuation of his life. Without these antidotes, he would have to die again and again.
Pulled back from the edge of death, maybe he would have died long ago!
"One pill, two pills, three pills..."
Ximen Lang counted nervously and softly, wanting to find out a few more pills. However, things went against his expectations. When he counted to the sixth pill, he suddenly lost his voice and sat on the ground extremely dejectedly, with cold sweat on his hands.
. He muttered to himself in despair: "There are only six antidotes left... six, seven, forty-two... In other words, I can only live for more than a month before I die... I'm going to die... Really
I'm going to die..."
All of a sudden, Ximen Lang became completely despondent. In his eyes, practicing martial arts and fighting for hegemony were all nothing, and everyone was going to die. Even if he was unrivaled in martial arts, so what if he became the black Taoist overlord of Z country? Dust will return to dust, and dust will return to dust.
, a void!
The banging on the door woke up Ximenlang who was in great fear. He stood up in a hurry, put the cork on the porcelain bottle, stuffed it into his pocket, trying his best to stabilize his emotions, not wanting others to see his cowardly side.
, said: "Please come in."
The door opened, and Zheng Manli walked in shyly, holding a convenience bag in her right hand, and said, "Director Pei told me to take care of you. I brought you food in the cafeteria. You can eat it while it's hot."
The shadow of death hung over Ximenlang's heart, making him have no intention of eating. He forced a smile and said, "No, please take the food away. I'm not hungry."
Zheng Manli was startled for a moment. She clearly saw a hint of sadness in the forced smile on the young man's face, which made her heart hurt. She hurriedly said: "How can that be done? You will be hungry if you don't eat. Why don't you look right?
Yeah, if you have something on your mind, you can tell me, maybe I can help you." At this time, since she had made out with the boy opposite, her original hatred had long since disappeared, and her heart was filled with love and pity.
Ximen Lang shook his head, "I'm fine."
"But, you..."
Before Zheng Manli finished speaking, the knock on the door rang again. Ximenlang walked over and opened the door. What he saw was a flawless face. He was surprised and said: "Aoxue, what are you doing?"