Chapter: 2591
"Okay, uncle, as long as you are happy." Huang Yinyin smiled sweetly.
An ant-like character, dead or alive is innocuous.
"Yin Yin, how long have you been in Yanjing?" Lu Chen changed the subject.
"Just arrived."
Huang Yinyin did not hide anything: "Recently, the Witch Gu Sect has taken on a big business, and my grandma asked me to lead the team myself. Firstly, I can practice, and secondly, I can go out to have some fun and relax."
"Oh? It requires so many masters of the Wu Gu sect. It seems that this business is not easy." Lu Chen was a little surprised.
Behind Huang Yinyin, there are several martial arts masters.
The rest are half-step masters, or congenital Dzogchen.
Such a powerful force is extremely rare and can compete with the four major royal families.
"It's really not easy, because the person who placed the order is..."
Huang Yinyin was about to speak, but was interrupted by an old man behind her: "Saint! This is an important secret of the Witchcraft Cult, and it must not be told to outsiders!"
"Um?"
Huang Yinyin glanced back, and the old man's pupils shrank in fright, and goosebumps appeared: "I'll say it again, this is my master, not an outsider, you'd better reorganize the language."
"The subordinates know their mistakes."
The old man immediately lowered his head in fear.
"Yin Yin, forget it."
Lu Chen shook his head: "Since it's a secret, I won't listen to it. I'm afraid of trouble. The more I know, the heavier the burden. Fortunately, it's better not to know."
"Well... that's fine."
Huang Yinyin smiled, but didn't force it.
Telling this secret would indeed bring some danger to Lu Chen.
"Uncle, I'm a little hungry. Can you take me for a midnight snack?" Huang Yinyin said coquettishly.
"No problem! You are new to Yanjing, and I will take care of you tonight as my master!"
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The next day, early morning.
Inside a VIP ward of Nancheng Hospital.
Song Yingming, covered in bandages, was lying unconscious on the hospital bed.
After escaping from the tiger's mouth last night, he fled home immediately, but as soon as he entered the house, he passed out and was sent to the hospital overnight for emergency treatment.
"Doctor, how is my son? Is he in danger?"
Looking at Song Yingming who had just come out of the operating room, Song Dehai couldn't help but feel worried.
"Mr. Song, please don't worry. Your young master's injuries are all superficial injuries. We have carefully cleaned them up and they are nothing serious." A doctor replied. JrNovels.com
An ant-like character, dead or alive is innocuous.
"Yin Yin, how long have you been in Yanjing?" Lu Chen changed the subject.
"Just arrived."
Huang Yinyin did not hide anything: "Recently, the Witch Gu Sect has taken on a big business, and my grandma asked me to lead the team myself. Firstly, I can practice, and secondly, I can go out to have some fun and relax."
"Oh? It requires so many masters of the Wu Gu sect. It seems that this business is not easy." Lu Chen was a little surprised.
Behind Huang Yinyin, there are several martial arts masters.
The rest are half-step masters, or congenital Dzogchen.
Such a powerful force is extremely rare and can compete with the four major royal families.
"It's really not easy, because the person who placed the order is..."
Huang Yinyin was about to speak, but was interrupted by an old man behind her: "Saint! This is an important secret of the Witchcraft Cult, and it must not be told to outsiders!"
"Um?"
Huang Yinyin glanced back, and the old man's pupils shrank in fright, and goosebumps appeared: "I'll say it again, this is my master, not an outsider, you'd better reorganize the language."
"The subordinates know their mistakes."
The old man immediately lowered his head in fear.
"Yin Yin, forget it."
Lu Chen shook his head: "Since it's a secret, I won't listen to it. I'm afraid of trouble. The more I know, the heavier the burden. Fortunately, it's better not to know."
"Well... that's fine."
Huang Yinyin smiled, but didn't force it.
Telling this secret would indeed bring some danger to Lu Chen.
"Uncle, I'm a little hungry. Can you take me for a midnight snack?" Huang Yinyin said coquettishly.
"No problem! You are new to Yanjing, and I will take care of you tonight as my master!"
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The next day, early morning.
Inside a VIP ward of Nancheng Hospital.
Song Yingming, covered in bandages, was lying unconscious on the hospital bed.
After escaping from the tiger's mouth last night, he fled home immediately, but as soon as he entered the house, he passed out and was sent to the hospital overnight for emergency treatment.
"Doctor, how is my son? Is he in danger?"
Looking at Song Yingming who had just come out of the operating room, Song Dehai couldn't help but feel worried.
"Mr. Song, please don't worry. Your young master's injuries are all superficial injuries. We have carefully cleaned them up and they are nothing serious." A doctor replied. JrNovels.com
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