Strongest Guard

Duan Xiangning had just climbed onto Lee Nanfang's body when she was pushed to the ground and fell to the ground.    

    

Fortunately, there was a small carpet on the floor of the sofa.    

    

Otherwise, if the back of the head were to fall down and hit the ground heavily, it would definitely cause a concussion.    

    

It doesn't hurt at all.    

    

Just as Duan Xiangning realized that she had been pushed to the ground, another bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, followed by a flash of snow-white light.    

    

Van Gogh's paintings were known as rare treasures. Each of them were extremely nutritious. Oh, no, they were all valuable. Without a thirty to fifty million dollar collection, it would be impossible for them to be auctioned off.    

    

In fact, from Duan Xiangning's point of view, what did that old man draw? It was so abstract that she disdained it.    

    

However, Wu Yujie, this fake high and mighty person, liked it a lot. After all, how much of a high and mighty picture could be hung in the living room to show off his superior taste?    

    

However, it seemed that no matter how greedy that old man was, he wouldn't dare to waste thirty to fifty million or even hundreds of millions of dollars to make him hang on the wall of the living room of their home to act cool, right?    

    

Fortunately, the word "fake" existed in the world.    

    

For a few hundred dollars, you could buy a famous painting by Master Van Gogh and hang it in a frame on the wall to show off your taste as a millionaire.    

    

Duan Xiangning recognized this painting and knew that the original was very valuable, but the people on the painting were too ugly.    

    

Wait a minute, is this what they call a person?    

    

Calling him Ox-Head and Horse-Face was more like it!    

    

Just when Lee Nanfang pushed Duan Xiangning off the sofa and was about to get up, there was a flash of lightning and she saw the "Ox-head Horse-Face Map".    

    

In the blink of an eye, Ox-Head and Horse-Face seemed to have come to life as they grinned sinisterly and pounced out of the photo frame.    

    

"Ah!    

    

Duan Xiangning was scared out of her wits and screamed as she jumped up and threw herself on Lee Nanfang again. She hugged him tightly and shouted while crying, "Please, don't push me away. I'm afraid, I'm afraid of thunder, I'm afraid of ghosts. "    

    

After hearing her say that he was afraid of ghosts, Devil Lee remembered that he was playing the role of a ghost. He immediately sneered sinisterly: "Hehe, but I'm also a ghost."    

    

"I-I'm not afraid of you."    

    

Duan Xiangning drilled herself into Lee Nanfang's arms as she spoke.    

    

Lee Nanfang stomped on her stomach and said, "Why aren't you afraid of me? F * ck me, I'm a man of honor. No, that's not right. It's the gentleman in the ghost realm, what are you doing? "    

    

When he stepped on Duan Xiangning with his right foot, the terrified woman hugged him tightly.    

    

When Duan Xiangning scuttled over like a cat, didn't Boss Lee want to do something to calm down his suddenly agitated emotions?    

    

Duan Xiangning touched his pants before he could even raise his pants.    

    

Then, he heard Lee Nanfang's irritable snorts coming from the darkness, and then he scolded: "Wow, you female hooligan! "Scram, don't ruin my innocence."    

    

"This is his …"    

    

Duan Xiangning wasn't a pure and innocent young girl who didn't know the taste of meat.    

    

After being stunned for a moment, she went back and forth a few times. Lightning flashed in her mind as she became overjoyed. "You … You really aren't a ghost!"    

    

Ghosts don't smoke.    

    

Even if there really was a smoking ghost, how could it be so real?    

    

As long as Lee Nanfang wasn't a ghost, Duan Xiangning wasn't afraid.    

    

Don't forget, in Qingshan Central Hospital's office, on the flight to Beijing, no matter how unruly Lee Nanfang was, he definitely would not do anything to her.    

    

If he really wanted to do something to her, he would have done something to her long ago.    

    

Once the fear dissipated, Duan Xiangning's whole spirit was lifted. She heard Lee Nanfang yell, "Nonsense, of course I'm not a ghost." You were the one who thought I was a ghost and got sucked unconscious. How can you blame me for that? "Let go, I said, let go! F * ck!"    

    

After confirming that Lee Nanfang wasn't a ghost, but a living person, and not daring to do anything to her, the spirited Duan Xiangning became even more confident. Just as she was about to let go with a cold smile and say that the great young mistress of Dali would cherish you …    

    

This was her final warning to Duan Xiangning, "Try to leave Scumbag Lee, see if I don't send the green-faced fanged fanged ghost to capture you!"    

    

Duan Xiangning was scared out of her wits. Like a rabbit whose tail had been stepped on, she pounced on Lee Nanfang.    

    

"Get out of the way, let go, get out of the way, loose —"    

    

Lee Nanfang, who really didn't want to play with this woman, suddenly shook when he yelled that he was going to kick her out with his other foot.    

    

If he was not strong enough to deal with the current situation, he would have to seek protection.    

    

There was no free cake in the world. Lee Nanfang was not a bodyguard, nor was he his husband. At most, he was just a piece of scum, so why should he protect her for free?    

    

You have to protect her?    

    

Fine, then give me the protection fee.    

    

Protection fee?    

    

Duan Xiangning said no.    

    

But she has --    

    

After another thunderclap, Lee Nanfang stopped screaming.    

    

Lying on the sofa, he looked out the window, his face full of grief and indignation, and thought to himself, "Since I can't fight back, I might as well enjoy it. It will definitely be a sunny day tomorrow. "    

    

The heavens were always giving Lee Nanfang face.    

    

He said it was a sunny day, and the sun had risen from the east at six o'clock, beaming at the city that had been badly watered the night before.    

    

"Just when Qingshan was experiencing a drought that was rarely seen in a hundred years, when the spring water stopped flowing, when the farmers' uncle's crops were about to die and this flower like city was about to wither, a heavy rain that was similarly rarely seen in a hundred years came.    

    

Remember, it was midnight last night that suddenly descended upon the mountain.    

    

Minute precipitation has reached a rare -- "    

    

Almost all the people of Qingshan City were watching this big news on their televisions.    

    

The heavy rain that suddenly fell on midnight was definitely big news to the Qingshan City that had lost all its color.    

    

I believe that even if Dongyang suddenly sank, Qingshan City citizens would not be willing to change channels to look.    

    

To them, this torrential rain was a life-saving rain.    

    

His own city was about to dry out. Who would care if Dongyang sank or not?    

    

Not only that, but the key point was that this extremely heavy downpour was too strange and too mysterious.    

    

It made people suspect that there was a water tap installed in the sky that no one could see. After letting out just enough water to bring Teng Qingshan back to life, it was immediately turned off by a hand.    

    

To Teng Qingshan, this heavy downpour was as follows: "The next minute would cause a flood, but the next minute would not be enough to drink in this city."    

    

It just so happens to be fine!    

    

After an urgent analysis, experts from the relevant authorities used these words to describe the effect of the heavy rain on the mountain during an interview with the television station.    

    

It was too amazing.    

    

In the morning, as delighted people rushed out of their homes, they discovered that the city they lived in was like a beautiful woman who had finally been washed clean by a wild man in a coal heap. As the emerald willows swayed gently, a few swallows circled by the river, and fish leapt out of the water — showing the people of the Qingshan City her unparalleled beauty.    

    

On this day, along with a rumor that came from who knows where, a rumor spread among the common folk of Qingshan: "Last night, the dragon of the mountain went home."    

    

Some of them even invited their close friends to burn incense at a cliff somewhere in the southern mountains.    

    

They said that a black dragon was hidden deep in the ravine at the bottom of the cliff.    

    

It was the Green Mountain Dragon that protected the city forever.    

    

Earlier, the reason for the drought in Qingshan was because the dragon had gone out to get a horse.    

    

Sigh, even dragons need love, right?    

    

I can't always stay in the deep ravine and have a hard time sleeping all night.    

    

They had to look for love, too.    

    

The green dragon must have found his love.    

    

Otherwise, it wouldn't have rushed back in time to pour the elixir of life when the city was about to dry out.    

    

Who dared to say that was nonsense?    

    

Who!    

    

So it's you little bastard.    

    

Humph, don't go. Come, I ask you: "If this is nonsense, then the moon is still bright on the eve of the planting. Why was it that in just a split-second, dark clouds covered the sky, lightning flashed, thunder rumbled, and heavy rain fell? "Come, come. Explain to me in science what is going on!"    

    

The legend of the Dragon of the Mountains returning home that night spread like wildfire through the streets of the Green Mountain. When all levels of government were smiling, Lee Nanfang was still in deep sleep.    

    

When the two o'clock sunlight slightly slanted in the afternoon, Lee Nanfang had a dream again.    

    

This time he dreamed that he was Sun Wukong — pressed down by Tathagata at the foot of Five Fingers, waiting for five hundred years before the bandit on the white horse arrived.    

    

"Master, you're finally here! However, I, Old Sun, was squashed to death. I could barely breathe. Uncover that yellow surface paper, then retreat, then retreat — I, Old Sun, am also here! "    

    

Lee Nanfang, who thought highly of Sun Wukong in his dreams, let out a strange cry as he lifted up his hand to take the Five Fingers Mountain off Sun Wukong's body.    

    

The next moment, a woman's scream was heard.    

    

Lee Nanfang suddenly opened his eyes and saw a woman.