At the moment before he fainted, he seemed to see a man dressed in a black shirt with a straight body and a scar on his face running toward him with obvious concern and nervousness.
"Who is he? Why did he save me? Besides that, why did he look at me with such concerned eyes?" But before he could think further, his serious injuries made him feel he was burning. Then, everything turned black before his eyes and he lost consciousness.
Knife Scar was in a cold sweat, secretly feeling lucky that he had saved the young master at the crucial moment. Otherwise, he would not redeem his sin even though he died a hundred times.
His parents gave him his life, but it was his madam who gave him a second life, and it was Miss Ding who gave him a third life.
He owed his madam's family two lives. So, as a top mercenary soldier in the master's level, he gave up his career of bloody fighting, put on his suit and tie, and came to the city to be th
The old nun lowered her eyelids and joined her hands before her, sighing. "It is in your life. No need to resign to your fate." Qianlie seemed to be stricken by thunder, looking absent-minded. After a long time of silence, she prostrated. "Grandma, please help me." "Amitabha!" The old nun drooped her eyelids and said peacefully, "His destiny is wronged by women. One woman is one disaster. No one can help him but himself. Your entire life is full of suffering. Why not follow me to practice Buddhism?" "But he is also your grandson, don't you want to save him from trouble?" Ding Qianlie begged sadly. The old nun finally raised her head, looked at her coldly, and sighed. "I am away from the mundane world. My Buddhist name is Jingxin. I have no relatives or friends, and how can I have a grandson?" "Grandma, I know my grandpa once ill-treated you, but he is your grandson after all. My mother only has one s
When he was in a great panic, a powerful force kept beating his body. "Bang." Ding Ning felt his whole body was relaxed as if something was broken inside. The excess power found its outlet and kept flowing to a newly channeled meridian. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, that suffocating sense of swelling came again, and that newly channeled meridian could not accommodate that excess power. Fortunately, the beating was still on. As time passed, another meridian was channeled. The power once again found its outlet, but soon, the newly channeled meridian began to swell again. "Bang!" Another meridian opened... the sense of inflation soon returned... a new meridian was channeled again... it swelled again... The process went on. Not until seven meridians were channeled successively did the feeling of swelling disappear suddenly. Then, Ding Ning felt relaxed, happy, and enlightened.
Judged by her powerless steps, Master Jingxin was normal. Ding Ning frowned and overturned his previous conjecture. "Who saved me on earth? Who's that scarred man?" Along the way, he met a few little nuns, who respectfully saluted Master Jingxin and stealthily looked at Ding Ning with curiosity. Ding Ning returned a courteous smile, making several little nuns blush and trot away shyly. Silently following Master Jingxin, he carefully examined the changes in his body. In no time, Ding Ning had horror in his eyes. It was a shock, not joy. His eight extra meridians were all channeled, and his plentiful True Qi had now diffused and begun running in his ever-expanding meridians. This was not the most important thing. What surprised him the most was that his "God" had turned into a double-faced Buddha, with one side being golden compassionate and the other being black and evil? "
"Okay, remember what you said today, and don't make the person who saved you disappointed." Master Jingxin was gratified and smiled, and then her face returned to peacefulness. She slowly sat on the cushion and said indifferently, "You may leave!" "Master, who on earth saved me?" Ding Ning asked anxiously. "You will know later. Now, leave and never return!" Master Jingxin closed her eyes, murmuring the words of some sutra. No matter how hard Ding Ning tried to persuade her, she pretended she did not hear. Ding Ning felt helpless, respectfully bowed, and left. He would return to Ninghai University and continue his study. This time, he went through a disaster but got a reward unexpectedly. Not only did he not die, but he also had his eight extra meridians channeled. He was happy with it, but his confusion increased. "Who on earth saved me? Is it the master or that scarred man?" The master
Ding Ning had met many stunning women before, but he had to admit that this lady was beautiful enough to be a narcissist. She was like that aristocratic, elegant Snow White, which made others like her instantly, and also made the striking, sexy lady and the elegant lady look pale. If her breasts were not that small as if they were flat, Ding Ning would give her more than 90 points. Although her breasts were too small, Ding Ning had to admit that she was still an extremely delicate, nice Lolita. "Hello, handsome young man, we've met again." Ding Ning did not expect that the first one who came over to greet him proactively was that elegant, shoulder-length hair lady. If she had not come with the narcissist, Ding Ning would not have thought of the place where he once met her. "Hello!" Ding Ning gave her a reserved smile but stealthily looked at the blushing Wu Xian, sighing i
"F*ck you!" Black Dragon was also a tough guy. His neck was held, his eyes protruded, and he could not even breathe, but he flushed and swore, and his right foot raised in mid-air, kicking at Ding Ning's lower belly. "Go to hell!" Being furious, Ding Ning let go of his right hand, and his left elbow hit Black Dragon's coming knee cap hard. With a "crack", Black Dragon madly screamed. Holding the shattered knee cap, he lay on the floor, tears flooding down because of the pain. He screamed again and again, and lost the arrogance he had just now. No one knew that, outside the box, a KTV waiter saw the two fainted punks, became worried, and turned and ran downstairs. "Tell me, what happened?" Ding Ning pulled up Zhang Haifeng and Wu Xian. When he found that their heads were broken by beer bottles but their injuries were merely physical, not fetal, he was relieved. As he helped stop bleeding
After thinking again and again, Ding Ning braced himself to say, "I touched you, but I have bedded my girlfriend. I cannot break up with her only because I need to be responsible for you." "I, I can also sleep with you." Zhao Jingjing bit her pink lips, looking quite decisive. Ding Ning had a headache, drily coughed, and said cruelly, "It was my fault that I touched you, and I can apologize to you and make up for you. But I love my girlfriend very much, I won't break up with her, and I will won't do it in my whole life." Zhao Jingjing lowered her head and kept silent. One could not see her expression clearly in the dim light. Ding Ning felt nervous and said softly, "You can tell me whatever condition you want. If I can do it, I will promise you." "Okay, remember what you said. You owe me a promise." Suddenly, Zhao Jingjing raised her head and spoke expressionlessly. "Yes,
The Axe Gang and the Black Knife Camp would have a battle sooner or later, deciding the fate of the college town which had lots of profits. The party that won would definitely purge the three smaller gangs at first. In this situation, Tang Chengdong sincerely hoped some external force could interfere and form a tripartite confrontation situation, and then the Small Swords Society could profit from the disorderly environment. But when this new force was more powerful than he imagined, Tang Chengdong generated a new idea. Fat Buddha was a cunning, smart man who had never fallen into trouble, but when a person trimming his sails like him was also going to turn to Master Yun, it proved that he was very optimistic about the new force of Master Yun. Therefore, Tang Chengdong, who thought he was not as smart as Fat Buddha, also turned to the idea of submission. He looked admirable, but nobody but he himself knew his pain