Beauty and the Bodyguard

You got yourself into trouble, you got into big trouble! If such a master is really annoyed and leaves, what will happen to Tu Ranran, a little princess from the loess high school? Who will treat her?

Fortunately, Lin Dongfang didn't seem to have any intention of leaving.

"That's your business." Lin Dongfang said lightly.

"Yes!" Tu Wanghai no longer mentioned these things, but looked at Lin Dongfang anxiously: "Then... my granddaughter's condition?"

"She is a patient, and a mad dog is a mad dog. Since I am here for treatment, there is no reason to ignore it." Lin Dongfang has a clear grudge: "However, I have given a treatment plan. Either she follows me, and I will ensure that she lives until Fifteen years old, or if you take her away, I’m afraid she won’t be able to survive next year!”

"This..." Tu Wanghai immediately fell into a dilemma. He was worried about letting Tu Ranran stay here by himself. Tu Ranran was only two years old, didn't understand anything, and couldn't remember anything...

And Tu Wanghai is the sect leader of the Loess Gao Sect. Naturally, it is impossible for him to leave the sect and follow Tu Ranran here all the time!

However, if he disagrees, Tu Ranran may die. Tu Wanghai feels that Lin Dongfang is not alarmist, because many doctors have seen it and said that Tu Ranran will not live to be three years old, so Tu Wanghai is very difficult to make a decision.

"Old man, do you want me to tell you a fortune? It's very cheap, only one million." Just as Tu Wanghai was hesitant, a voice suddenly came from beside him, startling him, and he hurriedly Turning around, I saw a fortune teller wearing a Taoist costume next to Lin Dongfang's medicine stall!

The stall of this man dressed as a Taoist priest is very simple. There is only a small banner on it, which reads: "Fortune told by ancestors, no refunds allowed, only one hundred yuan!"

Tu Wanghai saw that this banner only cost 100 yuan, and he was immediately annoyed: "Do you think I am illiterate? It only costs 100 yuan, and you want me to have 1 million?"

"What kind of person, what price, you don't want to be defeated, just don't regret it." The fortune teller dressed as a Taoist priest shook his head, not caring at all.

"Only a ghost would believe you!" Tu Wanghai snorted, turned around and ignored him.

In normal times, he would have definitely taught this profiteer a lesson for raising prices, but today, he was not in the mood and did not want to cause trouble.

"You are right, even ghosts believe me." The Taoist fortune teller nodded.

However, Tu Wanghai ignored him and pretended not to hear. He regarded the Taoist fortune teller as an ordinary charlatan.

However, at this moment, a farmer who looked like an old farmer came over, came to the fortune teller's stall, respectfully handed over a hundred-dollar bill, and asked piously: "Mr. Mo, when can I tell you? It’s raining heavily, and the melons in my field will die. If there is no heavy rain within a month, I will take my son and daughter-in-law to work elsewhere and give up the melon field at home! Please give me some advice. Bar!"

"Go back, it will rain today!" The fortune teller known as Mr. Mo said without even counting with his fingers.

"Ah? It's going to rain today? That's great, great. I'll go back and wait!" the farmer said with great gratitude.

"You're welcome." This Mr. Mo is naturally Lin Dongfang's friend Mo Kongwen for many years.

"Ha! What a big joke!" Tu Wanghai was upset and didn't know how to make a decision. When he heard such a huge "scam" happening around him, he immediately found a point to vent: "Is it going to rain today? How can it be possible on such a sunny day? Raining? Do you think you are the weather forecast? Raining on a sunny day to water the tortoise? Old farmer, you have been deceived!"

"You idiot, you're still watering the bastard. I'll water you soon!" The farmer looked at the earth with disdain, curled his lips, and turned around to leave.

"You... don't know what to do!" Tu Wanghai was very angry, but as a cultivator at the ancient level, how could he argue with an old farmer? He could only shake his head depressedly.

"You... don't know what to do!" Tu Wanghai was very angry, but as a cultivator at the ancient level, how could he argue with an old farmer? I could only shake my head depressedly, a little dissatisfied with this fortune teller who took advantage of the situation, and even more sorry for the old farmer's stupidity.

However, at this moment, in the clear sky, there was a sudden "boom" of thunder, followed by a flash of lightning. Then, heavy rain flew down from the sky, directly pouring a chill on Tuwanghai. !

However, at this moment, Tu Wanghai did not feel unlucky because he was rained down. Deep in his heart, he was deeply shocked! He turned his head and looked at the calm and composed Mo Kongwen at the fortune-telling stall in disbelief, and suddenly realized: "Sir, I'm sorry, I was rude before..."

"You are not as old as me, so you don't need to rely on your old age in front of me." Mo Kongwen said lightly: "As for whether you are rude or not, there is no way to talk about it. You are not my guest. You can say whatever you want!"

Tu Wanghai is a heaven-level cultivator. He does not think that Mo Kongwen was cheating before. The heavy rain came without any warning. It started raining without even him noticing. It seems that Mo Kongwen really has some skills. .

Therefore, Tu Wanghai immediately became extremely respectful: "Senior, in your opinion... I should now..."

Mo Kongwen stretched out his hand and gestured with his finger.

"Tu Qingshui, come out!" Tu Wanghai turned his head and looked in the direction of the garbage dump: "Don't pretend to be dead! I'll punish you when I go back!"

"Yes... Lord Sect Master..." Tu Qingshui ordered, he quickly crawled out from the garbage pile and walked over cautiously, with two broken vegetable leaves on his head, plus it was raining, his whole body became The drowned rat will be as embarrassed as he is!

"Give me the checkbook!" Tu Wanghai said.

"Yes!" Tu Qingshui quickly found the checkbook from his backpack and handed it to Tu Wanghai.

Without saying a word, Tu Wanghai signed a check for one million, then handed it to Mo Kongwen and said: "Senior, look..."

"If you give your granddaughter to Mr. Lin for treatment, then I can guarantee that your granddaughter will not die at the age of three, but also at the age of fifteen..." Mo Kongwen directly accepted the check, and then said carelessly: "Moreover, you can live a long life, which will be a blessing to your entire sect!"

Originally, Tu Wanghai wanted to say the first few sentences of Mo Kongwen, aren't you talking nonsense? If I keep my granddaughter, Dr. Lin can guarantee that she will not die at the age of fifteen, why do I need your guarantee? But the words that followed made Tu Wanghai a little moved. If he lived a long life, could he still bless the sect?