C258 How dare You Kill My Son!
C258 How dare You Kill My Son!
These girls who were originally very pure and ignorant, ever since they took up the career of the front desk customer service, their pockets didn't show any signs of life, but their observation skills were much more vicious. From the lipstick on Lee Nanfang's neck and the rouge on his body, it could be seen that he was a professional at the night arena.
Actually, Lee Nanfang didn't want to do that. He wanted to take a comfortable hot bath in the clubhouse, change into dry clothes, and come back to the hotel in a pretentious manner.
But now, he didn't dare to take a bath there. Every time he took a bath, those princesses who loved to take advantage of him would shamelessly break into his room and rub his back.
Rubbing your back is fine, why don't you take the money without permission and eat that stuff?
Hurry up and f * ck off, Brother Shen's price is so high that even he wants to eat it.
Furthermore, compared to those who were willing to spend a lot of money like God, these princesses had to have a great mouth job. After being humiliated for three consecutive days, the only thing they were afraid of was to immediately drive away after finishing their work.
Lee Nanfang was very clear that he was beginning to be infatuated with this kind of unscrupulous life. It was very dangerous.
If things continued like this, he would completely fall before Yue Zitong arrived.
This was not what he wanted, even though his abilities were rapidly being restored, including the changes to his body, it had at least doubled in size compared to before the Snake Dowager had bitten him.
He wanted to do some work and become a successful person, so that his wife would be pleased.
The Nanfang Group was the starting point of his business, and it was very successful. Last night when Worker Zhou called, he was so excited that he couldn't speak anymore.
The success of the Black Silk Technique meant that he could then mass-produce the unique stockings, making all the ladies of the world feel a sense of happiness as if they were caressing a lover.
The professional was the best.
When the Nanfang Group was formed, Jack had set up a strategic development program for the company, specializing in women's stockings.
Lee Nanfang was also very happy. He almost let himself go and spent the whole day with the princesses at the clubhouse to celebrate.
They ignored the disdainful gazes of the female customer service workers. They pretended to be serious. Did Brother Shen really not hear them whispering about the top quality Azure Dragon and swore that he would definitely go to the clubhouse and broaden his horizons once he had saved up enough money?
After a full rest, Jack decided that he would go to the Nanfang Group in the afternoon and not work at the clubhouse for the time being. He would take Lao Wang and the others to find a good hotel and have a good drink.
Who let those little sister servants look down on me?
Lee Nanfang, who was wrapped in a bath towel, fell onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
In the early morning, there was still a red light in the east, but it was unknown why it had darkened. Large patches of dark clouds, as the northwest wind grew stronger, quickly pounced towards Qingshan City.
As the saying goes, the rain from the northwest did not rain well.
Because the heavy rain was still secondary, the key point was that there would still be strong gales. And this season, was the time for the corn to grow. After the gale passed, 'corpses would be laid all over the ground', causing difficulties in harvesting and also reducing production.
The sky grew darker and darker as strong gales raged. From time to time, golden snakes of lightning would scurry down from the clouds in the northwest direction, accompanied by rumbling thunder.
As the lightning continued to move forward and the dark clouds became denser, a deafening clap of thunder came from the sky above the mountain. Yellow bean sized raindrops fell down with a pitter patter sound.
Bang!
After a dazzling flash of lightning, the thunder that seemed like it could shatter the whole world seemed to make the windows and windows make trembling noises. Lee Nanfang, who was sleeping soundly, was also awakened and looked out the window.
He saw a dragon.
The black dragon, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, drilled out from within the clouds. It then flipped back and, like a sharp knife slicing through tofu, messed up the clouds.
Lee Nanfang saw a man in a black dragon robe embroidered with gold. He had a jade belt around his waist and a crown on his head. He stood proudly in the clouds with the support of several beautiful ladies in royal clothing as he sneered at Lee Nanfang.
When Lee Nanfang met his gaze, he felt as if he was stabbed by an electric arc. He quickly moved away as his heart pounded non-stop.
He had seen this man before, a monarch in his dreams of being bitten and knocked unconscious by snakes under the Eight Hundred Horses.
Lee Nanfang remembered that strange dream very clearly. In the dream, he was a paper man with the old Yellow Ox, placed in front of a shabby coffin, waiting for the mourners to burn and escort the dead to the day of their birth.
According to the customs of the people, he absorbed the souls of six women. Although his body was burned down, he left behind a complete soul. He ascended into the sky with the old Yellow Ox and saw the king.
The king was angry that he had spoken to the old ox, that he had turned into a black dragon and roared into his mouth — and then he woke up and returned to reality.
However, in reality, how could he see the Emperor?
Lee Nanfang laid on the bed and didn't dare to take a deep breath. He only rolled his eyes slowly.
He didn't know why, but Lee Nanfang actually saw him!
Lying on the bed, he was no longer him, but a white paper man.
He was no longer a paper man made of bamboo strips made of bone. Instead, he was a paper man made of bone that had been bitten clean by snakes, covered with white paper, and painted with clear paint.
His face was still eerily pale, with the mouth of a cherry, and the two black dots were his nose, and his empty eyes were very large, and his dark, deep pupils were slowly turning, and he saw a warrior in blood-red armor, walking in formation before the king with an axe in his hand, and leading an old yellow ox.
The old Yellow Ox was in tears. The old Yellow Ox was lowing and moaning, and its entire body was covered in lashes, exposing the body that was bound together by thin strips of bamboo.
On its back was a paper man with a black iron chain tied to its neck.
Lee Nanfang didn't understand. How could a paper man that was light as a feather be able to withstand such heavy iron chains?
The paper man was crying like the old ox, begging for mercy.
"Scram!"
The Sovereign King roughly pushed away his imperial concubines who were supporting him, and dashed towards the old Yellow Ox. He grabbed the paper man by the neck and bellowed, "Spit it out! Spit it out!"
Lee Nanfang saw the paper man, which only had its little mouth left, open its mouth and stick out its tongue-- What made him even more terrified was that he himself felt a giant invisible hand grabbing his neck.
He couldn't breathe. He could only open his mouth wide like a paper man, stick out his tongue, try to break the hand but couldn't move it. When the sun started to rise in front of his eyes, he also saw the paper man lying on the bed, holding its neck with both hands and opening its mouth.
How could the things in the dream overlap with reality?
Lee Nanfang really wanted to understand this point, but no one would tell him that the concubines and warriors watching from the sidelines all had a face full of schadenfreude. They raised their fists high in the air to cheer the king on, to strangle him, to strangle him!
One of the concubines even untied the ribbon around her body and threw it over.
The Sovereign King caught it and wrapped it around the paper man's neck, stirring it up with his life on the line.
What did I spit out for you?
Lee Nanfang, who felt suffocated and could die at any moment, had this thought in his mind. The Black Dragon hidden in his Dantian suddenly flew up into the air and turned into a mouthful of black blood, flying straight for his throat.
"Spit it out!"
The Sovereign King roared again like thunder, Lee Nanfang opened his mouth and was about to spit out the black blood, when a White Shadow suddenly pounced and heavily smashed onto the Sovereign King.
It was a woman dressed in white, her hair disheveled and shaped like a ghost, her eyes sparkling white and dirty, as if she had rolled over in the rotten mud, her sharp teeth bared, and was screaming at the sovereign's throat, "You dare to kill my son!?"
Lee Nanfang knew that woman.
It should be that crazy woman who lured him to the top of the eight hundred horse trough with her cries, and almost caused his death by the snake's kiss.
But why did she suddenly appear, pounce on the Sovereign King, and shout those words?
Who, her son?
Lee Nanfang was at a loss and also felt relieved. As the Sovereign King was pounced on by the crazy woman, he could immediately breathe smoothly and the black blood that was about to spurt out also fell back down, turning back into the appearance of the Black Dragon.
"Kill her, kill her for me!"
The Sovereign King who was pounced on by a woman roared in rage as he punched her heavily in the face.
The armored warriors looked like they had just woken up from a dream, they all raised the axes in their hands and fiercely stabbed towards the crazy woman.
A great fire suddenly fell from the sky, enveloping the king, women, imperial concubines, and Lee Nanfang.
"Help, help!"
Lee Nanfang, who felt as if he was burning up, let out a pitiful bellow. Suddenly, the old yak rushed over.
Lee Nanfang sat up from the bed, and the fire in front of him disappeared in a flash. However, the old yak's cries still echoed in his ears.
Outside the window, the sun was shining brightly. There were no dark clouds, no heavy rain, and no kings. Crazy woman.
It was still a dream.
A dream.
On the other hand, the white bedsheet had somehow been twisted into a ball by him and wrapped around his neck.
Cold sweat, bigger than beans, rolled down his forehead. His breathing was ragged, as if he was gasping for air. His heart was beating even faster than it had jumped out of his throat.
His phone was ringing. Wang Defa's name was flashing continuously on it.
"Why isn't Director Li answering the phone?"
Lao Wang was so anxious that he raised his hand to wipe off his sweat. Then, he opened the door and rushed out of the reception room.
Outside of Nanfang Corporation's entrance, the new security guards, who were holding sticks in their hands, were confronting the dozens of hoodlums. All of them had wounds on their mouths and foreheads; this was the result of the battle.
The big sign on the left side of the door was also smashed to pieces by the other party's iron rod.
Gou Zi and co. were the little brothers that Chen Dalee brought with him. Because they got into the business on the street, few people in the Nanfang Group could look down on them. But who would have thought that when the hoodlums came to make trouble, it was them who blocked them?
Buzz, buzz!
Along with the roaring sound, a big black motorcycle sped over from the north. It was just like how Lee Nanfang drove towards Sun Laoer's men that day, with a ruthlessness that was about to destroy everything.
However, Lee Nanfang didn't hurt anyone that day, but the motorcycle crashed into the crowd amidst the screams of the hoodlums.