He Seng was stunned for a moment and whispered: "Female Bodhisattva, isn't your man the one who moves?"

"I..." Zhou Xiru smiled bitterly, "I think about it, but my man obviously failed, he..." She gestured as she said.

"I only know that he was injured all over and was beaten." He Seng whispered, "Today, when I went to Youjia Manor, his personal doctor was still there. I asked, and my face was still complete."

"Mr. You are romantic and affectionate, maybe it's a romantic debt outside?" Professor Wang said angrily, "I didn't greet you on my face, I think it was a woman..."

Ranger opened the bathroom door and walked out, smiling gentlely: "Professor, are you looking forward to my disfigurement? After waiting for so many years, I still haven't disfigured. That child in your house, she..."

I looked at Zhou Xiru, but the Ranger didn't continue to talk about it. I felt that children should not teach bad girls to do this.

However, Zhou Xiru, based on the deep digging mentality of the melon-eating crowd, hurriedly asked: "Mr. You, what have you and Professor Wang's children done?"

"Boss You, if you dare to talk nonsense, I will kill you." Professor Wang stood up in anger and scolded angrily, "If it weren't for your face, how could Duo'er like you?"

Zhou Xiru asked Xu Zhizhi in a low voice: "Who is Duoer?"

Xu Zhizhi shook his head and said he didn't know.

"This old man's proud disciple seems to be his niece?" The golfer glanced at Zhou Xiru and said, "He looks gentle and clean, just... Later, Duo'er died. This old man blamed me for his face as his niece liked. He insisted on slashing a few times on my face!"

Zhou Xiru laughed out loud, Professor Wang was pregnant with a short time. As we all know, Deyimen was alive and dead. He didn't want to kill the golfer to bury her for burial. It was already very good. It was understandable to want to make him look like a face.

Zhou Xiru looked at Youxia with some scrutiny, and after a while, he slowly said: "Mr. You, it's a pity!"

The golfer was stunned for a moment, what a pity? Why didn’t he understand?

Xu Zhizhi knew what she was thinking, grabbed her finger and bit it down.

"It hurts!" Zhou Xiru was bitten by his sudden "ahwu" and suddenly burst into tears of pain.

"You... Zhou Xiru, I warn you to delete all your unhealthy thoughts." Xu Zhiqi scolded in anger.

As he said that, he stood up, held the money from the prince of the aristocratic family and said to Youxiao: "Since Mr. You are injured, I will discuss the matter of Kunlun Ruins after that. Let's stop here today."

The Ranger nodded slightly and said, "Goodbye!"

As he said that, he walked straight out.

"Mr. Xu, I won't disturb you and the female Bodhisattva anymore. Goodbye!" He Seng clasped his hands together and followed the Ranger out.

Outside, the two of them were surrounded by bodyguards and protected them to leave.

Waiting to walk outside, after Ranger got into the car, He Seng got into his car directly, and after the driver started the car, he asked, "What's going on?"

The Ranger leaned against the spacious and comfortable chair, closed his eyes and asked, "What are you asking? Isn't everything now going in the direction you have planned?"

"Are you really injured?" He Seng frowned and asked, "Isn't Zhou Xiru's people not hurting you?"

"Well, kill me a substitute."

"Mr. You, you look like this, it's hard to find a substitute, right?" He Seng said unkindly.

"Find someone with a similar foundation, plastic surgery..."

"Wouldn't you be tired if you look like this? I think Professor Wang's proposal is very good. Otherwise, you can splash some sulfuric acid on your face and disfigure it?"

The Ranger was so angry that he vomited blood again and cursed: "The color is empty, old monk, you are attached to the appearance."

"Tsk tsk tsk!" He Seng smiled indecently, "A question above?"

"What?" asked the Ranger.

"Are you really hurt?"

The Ranger thought for a while, immediately took off the expensive suit on his body, pulled the tie, unbuttoned a silver-green shirt inside, and said, "He Sheng, you can tell Miss Zhou now to reassure her. With me, it would be nice if I can go to the Rokka cabin tomorrow."

He Seng's eyes fell on his chest, and his fair skin was crisscrossed, all of which were scars.

"What have you done?"

"Well... Old monk, although we are familiar with each other, you can't care about my private affairs." The Ranger tidied up his clothes and told the driver, "Stop the car on the roadside and leave him down."

He Seng stood by the roadside and shouted, "I'm the last name of You, what do you mean?"

"He Sheng, it's good to be an ascetic monk by chance, and it's good to experience life." Inside the Rolls-Royce, the ranger's slightly sarcastic chuckle came.

"Lying..." He Seng almost blurted out his words and was busy covering his mouth.

After following Zhou Xiru these days, he has not learned how to bet on stones, but he has learned how to swear.

Standing on the side of the road, he picked up his cell phone and sent a message to Zhou Xiru, telling her that the Ranger was indeed seriously injured, and he would never be able to attack the Rokka cabin tomorrow.

After receiving his text message, Zhou Xiru couldn't help but sigh softly, looked at Professor Wang with some complaints, and asked, "Professor, what have you bet on with him?"

"You are going to lose. If I come back from Kunlun Ruins, if I am still alive - commit suicide!" Professor Wang did not hide it. He was very talented as a scholar and was just a straightforward.

"Old man, you can die now!" Zhou Xiru was so angry that she cried, "How long have I known you and I been? How do you know that I will win? And...and..."

Xu Zhiyi's heart moved, thinking of the jade hairy material that was sniffing the rose. He grabbed Zhou Xiru and asked stutterly: "Aru, you... have never thought of winning? Do you want to bring a piece of waste to participate in the competition?"

Zhou Xiru leaned on the chair and started to daze again. She was really not afraid of a god-like opponent, but a pig-like teammate.

Scholars...especially scholars like Professor Wang who have been cowardly for life, you really can't expect them to do anything well. With nothing to know, he dares to bet his life?

"Aru, how could you treat me like this?" Xu Zhizhi touched his chest, with a wounded look on his face.

"I asked Brother Yang that their deposit on the periphery is not capped. I just need to take a piece of waste to participate in the competition, and then win the periphery." Zhou Xiru said, "The periphery's dealer is still a ranger... In private, your bet will lose, but we can win back on the periphery, and then talk about Kunlun Ruins. From now on, the people who bet on the stone in Jieyang will not stare at me."

"I'm no longer a legend!"

"Although the information on sacrificial ships is precious, if you put aside the value of antiques and cultural relics, it is just used for research, and the same is true for copying, I have a backup!" Zhou Xiru said slowly, "The ones who lost are at most, there are only a few games. What are you anxious about?"
Chapter completed!