The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

Chapter 182 The Great Sea (Part 2)

Inside the door, the boy lying on the bed jumped up instantly, and the throwing knife slipped down his palm at the same time.

Looking out through the peephole, the corridor was empty.

But at this time, the knock on the door rang again.

In this silent late night, people broke out in a cold sweat.

The boy held the doorknob with one hand, squinted his eyes, and opened the door a crack.

The cold night wind blows from the crack of the door, mixed with a wisp of intoxicating fragrance, faintly drifting into the tip of the nose.

A slender white finger clasped the door frame, the boy's eyes flickered, the throwing knife spun in his palm, and flew out the moment the door was opened.

Crack the lights brightened.

The girl walked in with a smile, her bare hands raised lightly, and the throwing knife lightly hit the bullseye hanging on the opposite wall.

The young man watched her walk in like no one else, and his heart sank to the bottom of the valley in an instant.

Being able to find his address in such a short time can only show that he was exposed from the very beginning.

If she could come alone, she must be prepared for everything.

But in any case, there is no possibility of returning empty-handed.

The arrow is on the string and has to be fired.

The young man jumped up, with a faint glow between his fingers, and he grabbed the opponent's vest with a thunderbolt.

The girl's back was straight, and she walked slowly, as if she didn't know the danger that was coming behind her.

The red lips parted slightly, and said with a faint smile: Three...two...one.

The word landed on the ground, and when the tip of the knife was only half an inch away from her vest, it stopped suddenly.

The boy's eyes widened in disbelief, and the next moment he fell to the ground in embarrassment.

From his perspective, he could only see a part of the skirt floating away.

Ming Jing walked to the window, the window was sealed, and he could see the traffic on the road outside the window through the wire mesh. There were not many cars on the street late at night.

The young man struggled to get up, the veins on the back of his hands were bulging, he stared at the standing figure in front of the window, cold sweat rolled down his forehead, and his eyelashes were wet.

Patter drops to the floor.

Are you giving me medicine? The five words were almost squeezed out between the teeth.

Soldiers never tire of cheating, it's the first time to go on a mission, it's really tender. Ming Jing walked around the room and flipped through his ID card.

Zhang Wei, this is the killer's favorite name when hiding his identity. He hides in the city.

When did you find out?

Ming Jing picked up the phone, wondering if the other party was too confident, there was no password set on the phone, and when he opened WeChat, there was only one contact person who noted Honggu.

Ming Jing took out his mobile phone, added him as WeChat friends, and then pushed Honggu's business card.

I've made too many enemies, and I regret my life. I'm sorry that your mission failed. Ming Jing put the phone back where it was, turned around and walked in front of him, knelt down, and looked into his eyes.

These are a pair of very beautiful eyes, like a clear spring in a mountain stream, clear and clean, not stained with a trace of dirt.

Mingjing saw his own reflection in these eyes.

Even though he was reduced to a prisoner at this moment, the boy did not show the slightest shame or anger in his eyes, but kept trying to stand up.

Don't waste your efforts. This is a drug I prepared by myself. Those who hear it will lose their muscles and bones within three days. If you try to resist, the drug will enter the internal organs and reverse the meridians. I gave it a name, Poppy. Look, you At this time, the helpless and tragic appearance looks more like a beauty who has been played around by fate.

Ming Jing's voice was as gentle as water, falling on the young man's ears, but it was like a call from hell.

Kill me. The boy closed his eyes.

May I have your name?

The boy kept silent.

Ming Jing smiled: Saving someone's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. I'll give you a way to survive.

The boy opened his eyes and frowned at her.

Mission failure, WT's rules, there is no possibility of returning empty-handed, if you can't bring back the head of the mission target, then you can only bring back your own head, you are a talent, it's a pity that your master used the wrong place.

Ming Jing shook his head and sighed.

The boy's pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked at her in surprise: Who the hell are you?

Ming Jing brushed the hem of her skirt, floated out of the dust, and smiled faintly: Ordinary people.

At this moment, the light from the girl's body is like smoke covering her, exuding a faint golden light, like a goddess, holy and ethereal, unreachable.

I'll give you three days to think about it. Ming Jing smiled and patted him on the shoulder, and walked away.

When he walked to the door, he stopped and said without turning his head: If you sink forever in the dark abyss, you should walk on a road to salvation with me. The choice is in your hands.

Your brother didn't go with you? This young man is quite rebellious. Seeing Ming Jing going downstairs alone, the proprietress couldn't help but said.

Ming Jing smiled and shook his head: Give him three days to think about it. During these three days, Auntie, please don't disturb him, let him figure out how to go in the future.

The proprietress nodded: I see, you, as a sister, also have good intentions, starving him for three days and seeing if he is still stubborn.

Ming Jing smiled slightly and left the hotel.

What a gentle girl, this young man really doesn't know what's good and what's wrong, he should be hungry. The proprietress walked back cursing.

Sink forever in the dark abyss, or embark on a path of redemption, the choice is in your hands...

The boy closed his eyes, does he still have the qualifications for redemption?

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Ming Jing walked out of the hotel and walked slowly along the side of the road, while Han Suwen drove behind.

Mingjing, you're not home? What are you doing so late? Zheng Qing's questioning voice came from the phone.

Come out for a walk.

What kind of walk at night? Did you go to find Ran Tengxiao?

Der Spiegel did not answer.

Your slow temper really makes me anxious. When will you come back, I have something to tell you.

What did Ye Zhen find out?

You guessed it?

Zheng Qing also said bluntly: On the night Liang Yanran died, Xue An was photographed by a paparazzi. He didn't rush back to the apartment after Liang Yanran died as he said in front of the media. He lied to the media. At the same time, I checked The background of this Xue An is very interesting. I have only heard his name before, and he has a good reputation in the industry. I don’t know if I don’t check it. I’m shocked when I check it. The films he’s made over the years, one is bad, but there are still scenes. , After careful study, there is a deep meaning behind it, I probably know why Liang Yanran died.

Ming Jing walked on the street in the middle of the night, and the mottled lamp shadows fell on the skirt through the branches of the trees, like sparks jumping.

If the investigation continues, many people will probably be involved. My mother has a son to raise, and she is desperate. Helping Liang Yanran find out the cause of death is my last stubbornness.

Hey Mingjing, are you listening?

Why don't you talk? Is the signal bad? Zheng Qing's voice came from the phone talking to himself.

Ming Jing hung up the phone and walked alone for a long time.

once having seen the best, the rest is not worthwhile looking.

He is a veritable film king, weaving a beautiful dream with his superb acting skills.

A man who said one moment that Wei Jiang would keep his eyes open all night and repay his life for not raising his eyebrows, the next moment, he pointed the butcher knife at her.

Ridiculously, she actually believed it.

Rosary beads brushed over the fingertips, one by one, clear and clean.

Those betrayals, pain, hesitation, despair, unwillingness, had been so clearly tormenting her.

The bullet that pierced the heart that day, and the blood that stained the snow red, are as vivid as what happened yesterday.

Those hatreds have long been relieved in the ancient Buddha with blue lanterns for more than 4,000 days and nights.

It can be picked up and put down.

The wind blows the sleeves of the clothes, floating like a fairy, walking calmly in the dark night, like a blooming twilight.

Han Suwen drove along unhurriedly, looking at the figure in front of him on the right, for some reason, he always felt a little inexplicably sour.

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Ran's mansion was brightly lit.

Shouchang followed Ye Shuang into the hall.

He used to be very familiar with every plant, tree, brick, and tile here. When Master Wen was here, he came in and out at will, but now, he has become a prisoner.

Shouchang felt a sense of desolation as if a rabbit died and a fox was sad.

Shouchang, three months are up, where is the person I want?

Ran Tengxiao sat on the sofa in the living room, and asked lightly while making tea.

Shouchang lowered his head: At the beginning, Yujiang provoked the relationship between the three of us. Luchang and I were jealous of Jichang's trust in Lord Wen, so we framed Jichang to defect. Everything was in Yujiang's plan. She knew that Lord Wen was not Willing to chase after him to the capital, Master Wen was killed by me and Luchang.

Ran Tengxiao paused the hand holding the purple clay teapot, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

I'll ask you one last time, where is the person I want?

Yujiang has been undercover by Master Wen's side for two years. What is it that deserves such a troublesome plan by her or the organization behind her? Is it Master Wen's head? No, it is the Qinglong Seal in Master Wen's hand.

Ran Tengxiao walked up to him and looked at him expressionlessly: Qinglong Seal?

Master Xiao, this is boring. Didn't you go to great lengths to find the mother and daughter because of the Qinglong Seal? You should ask Xi Yu, he is Jichang's son, didn't Jichang tell him? It was this secret that became Jichang's talisman, for the sake of his beloved woman, Lord Wen could kill his brother, ask Xi Yu, is it worth doing this for a man who killed his father and his enemy?

Shouchang said hehe and laughed.

Ran Tengxiao narrowed his eyes, Have you met Xi Yu?

What did he tell you?

He is my nephew, just greet my uncle.

Very well, then I'll give you another three months. Whether it's your son or your nephew is more important, you should think about it.

Ran Tengxiao waved his hand, and Shouchang was dragged out.

Master Xiao, why didn't you ask Xi Yu directly? Ye Shuang asked in confusion.

Why bother, it doesn't matter whether he is Xi Yu or Dong Yu, I can't pry his mouth open.

Ye Jian glared at her: I haven't settled with you yet, what do you think of him, when did he meet Xi Yu?

Ye Shuang stuck out her tongue, Brother, I was wrong.

Ye Jian glanced at Ran Tengxiao, and said to Ye Shuang: Just this once, don't make another example, go.

Ye Shuang hurriedly left.

Ye Jian, what do you think? Ran Tengxiao asked.

Ye Jian knew that what he was asking was what Ye Shuang said just now.

Ye Jian scolded Ye Shuang for being stupid from the bottom of his heart, while replying: Xi Yu is not someone who can be threatened, and the result may backfire.

Ran Tengxiao sighed faintly: My uncle likes to keep his hand when doing things. Maybe Xi Yu is the trump card he left for this mother and daughter. I just wonder why he appeared at this time after hiding for twelve years. What is the purpose?

Ran Tengxiao tapped his fingers on the table and murmured: Xi Yu, I hope you won't disappoint me.

When Shouchang walked out of Ran's mansion, he shivered suddenly when the cold wind blew.

Looking back at the brightly lit mansion behind her eyes, she feels sorry for her.

Xi Yu was right, this was his only use value, and Ran Tengxiao was still reluctant to take his life.

Master Wen was brave and resourceful, cautious and calm, a generation of heroes, but this Ran Tengxiao was no less lenient, even a little more cunning.

But all of this was within Xi Yu's expectations.

Shouchang smiled disdainfully, this seat is not so easy to sit in, and Ran Tengxiao hurriedly looked for the mother and daughter, not because of the green dragon seal in her hand.

The Qinglong seal is combined into one, which is the Qinglong order.

The person who has the Azure Dragon Token is the real Patriarch of the Ran family, the head of the Xuanwu Hall.

The mother and daughter were like a sword hanging over his head day and night, making him restless.

Cursing his lips, Shouchang probably guessed what Xi Yu was going to do.

When Lord Wen stabbed him in the back, Ran Bocai and Ran Boxue brothers were indispensable. What good things could their descendants be.

One Ran Qing, one Ran Yang, and another Ran Tengxiao, a nest of snakes and mice.

The real Patriarch of the Ran family, only the descendants of Wen Ye's blood flow, are eligible.

Xi Yu, Xi Yu, I hope this day won't make me wait too long.

And Wen Ye is in the spirit of heaven, so he can rest in peace.