Chapter 10 Deadly Racer

#Shocked, the second young man from Zihai was attacked in the middle of the night, and the hospital is now unconscious

#Monthly terrifying night, the second young master is suspected to have become a vegetable

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The next day, news like this flew all over the city, from home to overseas.

One month later—

"In winter, the queen pierced her fingers while embroidering, and blood dripped on the snow, bright red. The queen thought, how great it would be if she had a daughter, her skin was as white as snow and her lips were as red as blood..."

"Uncle, you will have a daughter in the future, will your skin be as white as snow and your lips be as red as blood?"

"Won't."

"Why?"

"That's a ghost, the ghost's skin is so white and the lips are so red."

“…Okay.”

"…On the third day, when Cinderella was escaping, she hurriedly dropped a dance shoe... The prince told her father, I want to marry a girl who happened to be able to wear this golden dance shoe as my wife..."

"Uncle, if you meet a girl whose shoes fall off when you hold a dance party in the future, will you go to find her?"

"Won't."

"Why?"

"I'm very busy and I'm not available."

“…Okay.”

"Little uncle..."

"Mu Yuanqi, if you want to listen to my story, listen quietly. Where can you get so many words?"

"No, people want to pee."

"Ha ha--"

The evening sunset did not take away much heat, and the air was still very stuffy. The summer in Zihai City has always been like this.

There are two pots of green plants on the windowsill, and the gauze curtains are also light green, which adds some vitality to the snow-white and cold ward.

The air conditioner temperature is just right.

There are big and small sitting on the hospital bed, the small ones in the arms of the big ones, and the big ones tell stories to the little ones, which is very warm.

The younger one said he wanted to pee, and got out of the bed with his butt and ran towards the bathroom.

The boy on the sofa was flipping through the magazine and laughing.

The boy's short hair was trimmed cleanly, his sword eyebrows flew slanted, his forehead was slightly covered, his nose was straight, his black eyes were sharp, and his sharpness was hidden.

A fierce and aggressive face makes people afraid to get close to it.

This is the last time I helped Mu Yeqin paint a portrait, Ling Lie, who captured the woman, and "Xiao Ye" in Xiaochun's mouth.

Mu Yeqin has been awake for a while. He leaned on his pillow to eat grapes and asked, "Have your brother been back?"

"No," Ling Lie put down the magazine, took off his shoe nest and went into the sofa, looking at him sideways. This posture made him look very well-behaved. "The case in Nancheng is a bit complicated, and my brother may not come back in a while."

"Oh," Muye nodded.

The little guy finished swearing, dada da da ran out, climbed onto the bed, got into the uncle's arms, blinking his big eyes, "Little uncle, continue to tell stories to others."

He was tired of telling him a story, but Mu Yeqin wanted to refuse, but Ling Lie opened his mouth: "Yuanyuan, your uncle is tired, let him rest for a while, brother will tell you, okay?"

"Okay."

The little guy got out of the bed again, ran towards the little brother, climbed up along his legs, and arched in his arms, arched, "Brother, you smell so good."

A combination of peaches and jasmine fragrance makes people feel like they are in a midsummer dream, and their hearts are thrilling.

Unlike my uncle, I haven’t taken a shower for a few days, it’s all the smell of disinfectant.

Ling Lie smiled with his eyebrows and opened the story book. Although he looked at such a difficult person, his voice was like a spring breeze. Mu Yeqin was relaxed and drowsy.

At this moment, Xiaochun opened the door and walked in, and there was another person behind her.

He is a worker from the Mu family and Fu Shiyun.

Seeing the visitor, Xiao Yuanyuan twisted her butt and said hello: "Brother Shiyun, hello Brother Xiaochun~"

Everyone is an elder brother, only the younger uncle is an uncle.

Unless you are a son for your father, you can become an elder brother.

Dad once said that he didn't mind having such a big son, but the "son" refused.

"Come on," Xiaochun opened his arms to Yuanyuan, Yuanyuan came down from Ling Lie's body, and threw himself into his arms.

Yuanyuan little cute, she was beaten wherever she went.

The pink cheeks, long eyelashes, and big eyes are always filled with brilliance, full of innocence.

The body smells of milk, it is fleshy, not to mention it is so soft and cute.

Xiaochun hugged and kissed several times, rubbed his arms and legs, and couldn't let go of his love.

Brother Shiyun was bad and scratched Yuanyuan, making Yuanyuan giggle.

The children's crisp laughter filled the ward.

Fu Shiyun moved a chair and sat to the bed. Yuanyuan wanted to go out for fun, so a bodyguard accompanied him. Xiaochun and Ling Lie all came to the bed.

There was a table beside the bed, and Fu Shiyun put the photo in his hand up, "What should I do, you decide."

Mu Yeqin looked at the photo.

Fu Shiyun tapped the table with his fingertips and said, "The two women in red in the red at night are the same person, both of whom are the world's number one killer, Lu Wan, this is her brother."

"Damn the deer squid?!" Xiaochun never expected it.

Staring at the photo, Ling Lie suspiciously: "He?"

Mu Yeqin looked at him, "Why, you know each other?"

"A deadly racer, F1 champion for many years, doesn't know him. I've seen several games of his game and it seems to be called... Mu Qingshen."

The boy in the photo has yellow hair, leaning against a motorcycle, facing the sun, smiling freely and vigorously.

"Boss, you have to avenge this revenge. You don't know how much you were injured if I rescued you that day..." Xiaochun said with red eyes.

Xiaochun dug him out from a pile of ruins. He tried his best to lift the table and saw the curled man below charred, as if he was swept by flames. The blood was dyed black and spreading all over his body. He lay in a pool of blood.

Xiaochun trembled and didn't dare to move.

Until the ambulance came and was sent to the hospital, his face was injured, his legs were worn, his body was covered with holes, blood and blood, and his vital signs were almost zero.

The operating room lights were on for four days, and blood bags were sent in batches. The doctor was carried out one by one, and finally pulled him back from hell.

At the last moment, Juechen finally couldn't hold on and fell down.

Half a month ago, Mu Yeqin woke up from a coma. He was able to escape from such a severe injury because he was not his life, but that he saved himself.

He accurately predicted the range of the shell, and the jump happened to make the table hold him.

If the desk hadn't helped him block a lot of air waves, then how could he have waited until Xiaochun came to save him?

Fu Shiyun said: "After our people inspected the on-site, they inferred that the shell used by Lu Yuan was used. In fact, its power was not very large and the explosion range was small, so the upper and lower layers of Di Sheng were avoided from being affected."

It was because Mu Yeqin recognized it through light that he could make predictions in advance. Otherwise, he might be busy calculating how to usurp the throne of the King of Hell.

Ling Lie has a lot of research on weapons and has said a lot of his opinions. Finally, he said: "I have to say that Xiang Wan is a genius."

A genius in weapon research, the big weapons on the market are made by him.

The sound of footsteps sounded again at the door, and everyone looked at them together.
Chapter completed!