President Bingshan's Personal Crazy Doctor

In fact, Lin Yifan had no confidence in his heart.

Although Long Ling'er, the owner of Longmen Martial Arts, admired Lin Yifan very much, and hired Lin Yifan to work for Longmen Martial Arts.

Three years later, in the Enter the Dragon arena, he will represent Longmen Martial Arts.

but……

In the final analysis, Lin Yifan only had some use value for Long Ling'er.

As for whether Long Ling'er is willing to challenge the Xiao family for Lin Yifan, it is unknown.

"Okay, Long Ling'er, the owner of the Longmen Martial Arts Academy, knows my master's identity and background, and it's too late to flatter me, so I will definitely help with all my strength."

Upon hearing this, Huahua's eyes flickered.

Immediately, the two walked quickly to an inn on the seventh floor.

"Two guest officers, what are your needs?"

A waiter in the shop came forward to greet the business with a smile.

"Help us open a room, and also, help deliver a letter to the owner of the Dragon and Tiger Gate."

Lin Yifan said, "How many spirit fruits in total?"

"Our inn only provides short-term residence, which can only be lived for a year at most. The cost of the inn is calculated on a daily basis, three spiritual fruits a day for the upper class, and one spiritual fruit for the lower class. In addition, this Sending letters is easy, we only charge for one spirit fruit, but the owner of the dragon and tiger gate is not a person who can be easily seen, we can only entrust someone to send it to the dragon gate martial arts hall, as for whether the letter can arrive In the hands of the master of Longmen Martial Arts, we dare not guarantee it."

The shop boy said in a [-] way.

"This is a thousand spiritual fruits, first give us a set of high-class rooms to settle in."

Lin Yifan directly took out a Qiankun cloth bag and handed it to the waiter in the shop.

The waiter's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly used his spiritual power to probe into the Qiankun cloth bag, and only after counting the number of spiritual fruits was correct, he smiled.

"Okay, please come inside, guest officer."

The waiter shouted loudly and led Lin Yifan and Huahua into the inn.

Not far behind, Chen Long and Chen Hu looked at each other and sighed depressingly.

"These two guys, why did they suddenly settle down in the inn of Baibaolou? You can find dozens of inns when you go out, and the charge of each inn is cheaper than the inn in Baibaolou, and they can live for a long time. Choose the inn in Baibaolou?"

Chen Hu scratched his head, looking depressed: "If these two guys stay in Baibaolou for a year, wouldn't the two of us have to wait here for a year?"

"Could it be that we were exposed?"

Chen Long muttered uncertainly. After a while, he changed the topic and said in a deep voice: "Forget it, this matter is of great importance. The foster father has repeatedly told us not to miss it. Even if we spend three years here, we must Kill them both."

Chen Hu nodded seriously.

In the inn, after Lin Yifan and Huahua settled down, Lin Yifan quickly wrote a letter and handed it to the inn clerk.

The clerk took the letter and sent it to Longhumen.

The sky darkened.

The city of Yangzhou is brightly lit and full of people, making it a city that never sleeps.

Outside the gate of Baibaolou, more than a dozen warriors from the Xiao family squatted day and night, waiting for Lin Yifan and Huahua to show up.

In a teahouse not far away, the young master of the Xiao family and three holy-level powerhouses were drinking tea in the teahouse, and looked in the direction of Baibaolou from time to time.

They are the ones who have come to seek revenge.

In the inn inside Baibao Building, the room where Lin Yifan and Huahua lived was a first-class room, and the interior was a world of its own.

In addition to the two beds, there is also a practice field the size of a basketball court.

"Hmph, this is the first time I've had a room with a big man."

Huahua tested the softness of the bed, and stared at Lin Yifan with strange eyes.

"It's also the first time I have a room with an ugly guy like you."

Lin Yifan rolled his eyes.

In fact, he can open two rooms, and he can afford the starting price.

However, for the convenience of taking care of him, he didn't do this.

But I didn't expect that Huahua's mouth was so cheap, as if living under the same roof with Lin Yifan, he was at a disadvantage.

I don't even look for a bronze mirror to see what I look like.

It really makes no sense.

"breathe……"

Lin Yifan was too lazy to play tricks on Huahua, so he reached out and took out a futon, sat cross-legged on it, and started practicing on his own.

I saw his chest rising and falling very rhythmically, and every time he took a breath, he ejected a column of air about three feet long.

After a while, Lin Yifan entered a state of trance.

This made Huahua on the side roll her eyes, feeling like she was completely ignored.

"Bah, I just thought of practicing when disaster was imminent. I don't know whether to say that you have a big heart, or that you are an old man who joined the army and pretended to be active."

After Huahua complained, there was nothing left and right, and she simply began to practice.

However, he still couldn't calm down, and he looked preoccupied.

"Well, after today, I guess I won't be able to stay in Yangzhou for long. Those annoying guys will definitely come to look for me..."

Huahua let out a sigh of emotion, opened her eyes, and looked deeply at Lin Yifan with those triangular eyes, dazed in a daze, not knowing what she was thinking.

At the entrance of the Longmen Martial Arts Hall, a young man came forward with a smile on his face, and greeted a golden-armored guard guarding the door: "Senior, I am a clerk at the Baibaolou Inn. A guest entrusted us to send a letter, saying that it is for the owner of your Longmen Martial Art Museum."

As he spoke, he took out a letter from his pocket, held it in both hands, and handed it to the golden armored guard in front of him.

"A letter to the owner?"

The golden-armored guard raised his brows, and took the letter from the shop assistant with a serious expression. After a glance, he found that the signature was Lin Yifan, so he accepted it.

"Okay, I will forward the letter to the owner."

The golden armored guard responded.

"Thank you senior."

The man thanked him loudly, and quickly turned to leave.

"You take care of it, and I'll report it."

The golden armored guard greeted his companions beside him, and then quickly walked into the Dragon and Tiger Gate.

In fact, almost every now and then, someone would come to entrust them to deliver a message or bring a letter.

However, it is relatively rare for people who come up directly to find the owner of the museum.

Generally speaking, the golden-armored guards will repeatedly inquire about the letters handed over to the owner of the hall, Long Linger. They are afraid that they are idlers who want to get in touch with each other. When the owner of the pavilion, Long Ling'er, gets angry, their jobs will be lost.

However, this letter was signed by Lin Yifan.

The name Lin Yifan was unknown a day ago.

However, after the group arena at Dragon and Tiger Gate, it was rumored that the city was full of storms.

Especially in Longhumen, who knows who doesn't know who goes up and down?

It can be said to be thunderous.

A quarter of an hour later, the golden-armored guards came to a small courtyard.

An outsider who didn't know about it would never have thought that a majestic and powerful owner of the Dragon and Tiger Gate would live in such a small courtyard.

"I accepted the letter, and I will hand it over to the owner when he wakes up."

At this time, at the gate of the courtyard, the maid took a letter from the guard in golden armor and responded crisply.

"Miss Lao Qing'er is here."

The golden armored guard thanked him, turned around and took the order to leave.

The girl named Qing'er turned around and gently closed the door, walked lightly into the courtyard with lotus steps.

Suddenly, a somewhat lazy voice sounded beside her ear: "Qing'er, what's the matter?"

"Master, the guard sent a letter, saying it was to be delivered to you. I took a look at the signature, and it was written by Lin Yifan."

Qinger responded obediently.

"Lin Yifan?"

Long Linger's voice was slightly surprised.

The next moment, with a whoosh, Long Ling'er's figure appeared beside Qing'er out of thin air, spreading her palms.

Qing'er obediently forwarded the letter to Long Ling'er.

Long Ling'er took the letter, tore it open, glanced over, her beautiful eyes lit up.

"Good thing."

Long Ling'er laughed: "It's definitely a good thing that this little guy asks for me. If nothing happens, how can I reflect my value?"

As he spoke, he directed Qing'er who was beside him: "Go, call the boss of the casino, Old Liu."

"Yes."

Qing'er heard the words and left quickly.

Just 10 minutes later, the owner of the casino hurried into the courtyard, and when he saw Long Linger, he bowed and saluted: "Old Liu, my lord, the owner of the restaurant."

"Old Liu, you have a lot of contacts in Yangzhou City. I don't know how the Xiao family is related to you?"

Long Ling'er was sitting on a red sandalwood chair eating fruit, and asked casually.

"The Xiao family? Oh, I have been friends with the elder of the Xiao family for thousands of years, and the relationship is quite harmonious."

The casino boss said everything.

"Lin Yifan, do you know? He was bullied by members of the Xiao family in Baibaolou. Now the Xiao family is blocking the entrance of Baibaolou. Go and help out."

Long Ling'er gave an order.

"What? Lin... Lin Yifan?"

When the casino owner heard this, his eyeballs bulged, and he exclaimed in surprise: "My lord, didn't you ask me to solve Lin Yifan's matter as soon as possible? I sent two assassins to assassinate him yesterday."

Snapped!
Long Ling'er was furious when she heard the words, and smashed the wooden table in front of her with a slap, her delicate body leaned forward slightly, and her pair of watery eyes narrowed slightly: "Old Liu, you are not timid, and Lin Yifan is my guest .I tried my best to win him over, but you were lucky enough to send someone to assassinate him? Who gave you the guts!"

Hearing this, the owner of the casino was so frightened that his knees gave way, he knelt down on the ground with a thud, and said in a trembling voice: "My lord, I came to you before to confirm whether the IOU was written by you, and Miss Qing'er told me personally. The IOU was indeed written in your own handwriting, and you brought me a sentence, asking me to deal with this matter as soon as possible. I thought... I thought you wanted me to kill Lin Yifan and the others as soon as possible to settle the debt. "

Hearing this, Long Ling'er rubbed her temples with a headache, and snorted coldly: "Old Liu, are you a pig's brain? If I want you to kill someone, why would you write an IOU with your own hand? Isn't this superfluous? My The meaning is to ask you to deal with this matter as soon as possible - collect 500 million spiritual fruits to pay the other party. Do you know the origin of Lin Yifan's companion? Let the world evaporate!"