Chapter Seventy-Five: A Man Doesn't Tease Lightly

At this moment, Sun San saw the blind stick in the utility room.

He reached out and got the blind stick, used it as a crutch, and limped over.

"I'm X!" Chen Wei swears, you bastard!

The poisonous monkey didn't pay attention, and continued to rummage. Then Sun San swung his blind stick and slashed at the poisonous monkey.

"X!" The poisonous monkey cursed, turned around, and raised its arm to block the blind stick.

After all, the blind stick is only used by Nanming to experience blind people, and the degree of strengthening is not high. In addition, it is made of hollow aluminum alloy, which is relatively light in weight, and its purpose is "assist" rather than "attack", so its power is not as good as Nanming. Reinforced pick handles and branches.

But even so, the poisonous monkey's arm was still broken, which made everyone gasp.

That's how the pool of blood on the ground came about.

But the poisonous monkey is worthy of being a Lianjiazi. He turned over, escaped a sweep, and then rushed forward like a crazy monkey.

Both of them had injuries, the poisonous monkey was the son of the Lian family, and Sun San had a blind stick in his hand. The battle between the two of them basically traded injuries for injuries, which was extremely brutal and bloody.

Two words echoed in Nan Ming's mind: Desperadoes! The battle of trapped beasts!

Their opponent turned out to be such a cruel person!

Finally, the poisonous monkey realized that as long as Sun San's blind stick was in his hand, he would never be able to do well, so he took out his gun without thinking about anything else.

Seeing the poisonous monkey draw out his gun, Sun San turned and ran away, but was still shot, and the poisonous monkey chased after him.

Nan Ming also recognized at this time that the bloody man holding a blind stick in the corridor was Sun San, but he didn't know where the poisonous monkey went, whether it was alive or dead.

After the video was played, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

He Shan took a photo of the poisonous monkey and sent it out. Not long after, he got a message: "This person is the A-level wanted criminal in the Ministry of Public Security. For a few years, I thought he had stopped or died, but I didn't expect to come out again."

After listening to the deeds of those poisonous monkeys that He Shan read out, Chen Wei grinned, Grandma's, it's another character of Li Tubin's level!

However, Li Tubin was a scum from the army, so he didn't hurt the innocent very much, but the poisonous monkey was reckless, he killed people without blinking an eye, and he acted without any scruples.

Everyone was looking at each other, and there was a commotion outside, Nan Ming went out to take a look, brushed it, and tears came down.

Two people, Yang Ji, supported Zhao Gaofeng. Zhao Gaofeng was covered in blood, his right foot and right hand were twisted, obviously seriously injured, but his left hand was tightly grasping a blind stick.

"Report, the blind stick has been taken back." When Zhao Gaofeng saw Nan Ming, there was a trace of relief in his eyes, and then he passed out.

...

Mr. Peng has lost his mind about tea and food recently, and he has lost a lot of weight. His white-haired and childlike appearance has disappeared, and he looks much older.

In the past few days, he went to Jiang's house several times, and saw that Mr. Jiang could walk freely without a cane, and Jiang Chaohua even bent down, and moved a piece of pork that weighed more than 100 catties directly to the tricycle. , scared the old man almost had a heart attack.

Give Mr. Peng a pulse, Mr. Jiang is not well, how is this possible?

While the Jiang family was full of thanks, Mr. Peng suddenly broke out. He pointed his finger at Mr. Jiang Wanghai's nose and said, "Thank you, thank you. You only know how to thank me. What are you doing thanking me for? I didn't do anything at all! You're sick!" , It’s time to be paralyzed on the bed! Don’t thank me, I didn’t do anything, it’s all that brat Nan Ming! Yes, it’s all that brat! Go and find him!”

Jiang Wanghai was stunned...

"Peng Miracle Doctor, what... what's wrong with you?" Mr. Jiang is almost eighty years old, and he is still aggrieved like a child, "What did I do wrong?"

Mr. Peng had already turned around and walked away.

If he didn't figure this out, he felt that if he couldn't make it to the New Year, he would kick his legs and go back to the west.

He went out, took out his mobile phone for the elderly, and dialed Qing Zhongyang's phone number: "Qing boy, where is your father? In the capital or in Qingyang? In Qingyang? Well, I'll go find him!"

In fact, Mr. Qing had already returned to the capital a few days ago, this time he came here on a special trip when he heard that something happened to Nan Ming.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he arrived at the residence and sat down, he heard commotion outside the door, and the guards couldn't stop him, so Mr. Peng had already barged in.

"Brother Qing, today you..."

"Hahahahaha, Mr. Peng, you came today just in time. I was going to find you. I have a kid with a broken bone, and I was going to ask you for a prescription!"

It is said that doctors have a parental heart, and whenever they ask for a prescription, Mr. Peng almost never refuses. He held his breath, took out his automatic brush, wrote a prescription, threw it to Qinghuhu, and immediately Put on a straight face: "Brother Qing, let me ask you, how did that boy Nan Ming do it?"

"What?" Old Master Qing quickly put away the prescription while pretending to be innocent, "Hahahahaha, I just got a pot of good tea..."

"Stop pretending to me, Nan Ming..."

"Hahahahaha, I still have a lot of good wine..."

"you……"

"Hahahahaha..."

If Mr. Peng had a scalpel in his hand at this time, he would stab the old bastard to death!

"Nan Ming, where are you?" In the evening, the boss called, "The counselor told you to come back quickly, the treat is a big deal!"

Nan Ming is chatting with Zhang Feilin on WeChat. It seems that he knows that Nan Ming is in a bad mood. Zhang Feilin just sent a photo of Nan Ming modified with age-enhancing software. Zhang Feilin was teasing each other about the wrinkles on each other's faces.

With Zhang Feilin's enlightenment and comfort, Nan Ming's mood improved a lot, but at this moment, he felt annoyed, and held back his breath: "Don't worry about him, just say I don't answer the phone!"

"Nan Ming, be careful, I think it's a serious matter this time." The boss was still very worried.

For students, counselors are the most powerful figures. The various evaluation forms they fill out often control the life and death of students.

"It's okay." Nan Ming took a deep breath and said.

After hanging up the phone, Nan Ming shook his head.

No matter whether he is preparing to change the world for the benefit of mankind, or fighting to the death with the wicked, there are always people behind him desperately stabbing knives, what the hell!

The Qingyang University that his cousin once described to him, full of the era and university spirit, gradually collapsed in his mind.

Nan Ming shook his head, and hastened to reshape the collapsed image.

In Qingyang University, there are people like Liu Minzhong who are searching hard, and there are people like Mr. Peng who are hateful but pursue the truth. You can't spoil a pot of porridge just for a piece of mouse shit.

"What's the matter? Go back if you have something to do." Zhao Gaofeng, who had just woken up on the hospital bed, smiled in a low voice and said.

The voice was extremely dry and hoarse.

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