Medical Sovereign

The three devils are equivalent to the bastards with the highest academic qualifications. In the eyes of Taoists, this kind of people are standard desperadoes, and ordinary people dare not provoke them easily.

In fact, only he himself knew how humble and cowardly he was. He was also anxious when someone hit him, so he casually touched a brick next to him and accidentally hit the other person's temple. The death was purely manslaughter, otherwise the sentence would not have been only more than ten years.

But this did not stop the Three Devils from being proud of it, and it became a capital to show off that he was respected by others on the road. Only then did a few bad boys come here and actively asked to become his younger brother, even if they had to live a full meal without eating. Dayton is a hard life, but in the eyes of outsiders it is also very beautiful.

The three devils had a smile on their lips, watching the three younger brothers trying to flatter him. He felt that life was so beautiful, so he helped Mr. Cheng get this done. From now on, he would be his loyal confidant. With him as the crown prince protecting him, who else would he dare to provoke in Qingjiang in the future?

Well, although these three little brothers are loyal, they are all like stunted bean sprouts. They don't look powerful enough. If there is a chance, they will have to recruit troops.

The Third Devil touched his chin and thought to himself that there were a few good young men among his friends who were big, ruthless, and brave enough to fight. He could consider developing into his younger brothers.

Those guys were all unruly masters. In the past, he would never have dared to think like this, but now, with the relationship with the Crown Prince, his self-confidence has also been inflated.

These days, who is still fighting and killing? Money is king. When Master Cheng's investment project is implemented, he can do some small projects by himself, and those friends will not come to hug him while crying.

Thinking of the bright future, the three devils closed Mei's eyes and chuckled.

"Brother Gui, that guy got off the car, what should we do?"

Maozi suddenly turned around nervously and asked for instructions.

"What should I do? Just go up and do it. You've been with me for so long, and you can't deliberately find trouble?"

Hearing Mao Zi's nervous tone, the three devils didn't even bother to open their eyes. They became more and more determined to replace him with some powerful younger brothers, and scolded him angrily.

"Gudu!"

The three younger brothers swallowed their saliva together, thinking that the boss was indeed the boss. After all, he had seen big scenes and was so calm and composed in the face of so many people ambushing him.

“But…but…there are so many of them.

"

No matter how smart the boss is, the younger brother doesn't want to die. Mao Zi was so frightened that his voice began to tremble.

"How come there are so many people... ah, what, so many people? No... just one man and one woman? How... how could... so many people suddenly appear!"

The three devils became more and more dissatisfied, and subconsciously wanted to yell and scold him, but then he reacted and suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the dense crowd in front of him. If there were not three thousand, there would have to be two thousand. He really didn't know how to do such a big scene. I've seen it before, and it made his calves begin to twist. He was so frightened by the wine that he woke up, and he stuttered.

"Boss, we were ambushed, what should we do? What should we do? I don't want to die, I miss my mother, wuwuwu..."

Yakun was the youngest, less than twenty years old. Looking at the burly men surrounding them from all directions, he was so frightened that he burst into tears and cried.

"I...I miss my mother too, I want to go home, wuwuwu..."

"I miss my dad. If my dad beats me with a belt again, he won't beat me to death, wuwuwu!"

Emotions are contagious. When Yakun cried, Yang Gang and Maozi also cried. Each of them was either crying to go home to find his mother or his father.

The third devil's eyes were also red. He was not a hero himself. He was just a rabbit that bit someone in a hurry. Now his legs were shaking like chaff, his mind was blank, and there was only one thought in his mind: It's over, he's dead this time.

Compared to their fear, Diba was completely shocked at this moment. His eyes were staring at Ding Ning in disbelief, hoping that he could give him an explanation.

Who are these tough men hiding in the suburbs? Why do both of them call him Master? What made her feel most embarrassed was that these guys all respectfully called her Young Mistress.

Ding Ning smiled and held her hand, and said with a chuckle: "Didn't I say I would give you a surprise tonight?"

"Is this a surprise? I think it's more like a shock."

Diba looked at this group of at least two thousand men who exuded a strong and iron-blooded aura, and leaned towards Ding Ning with some fear.

"Master, how do you deal with these guys who have evil intentions?"

What Diba didn't expect was that even the taxi driver was Ding Ning's employee. He was looking at Ding Ning respectfully and asking.

"It's just a few little miscellaneous fish. Let's control them first and wait until we finish the business."

Ding Ning didn't take Sanguizi and the others seriously at all. From the moment they left the guest house of the Provincial Supervisory Committee, he noticed that someone was following them. Every move of the Sanguizi and the others, including all their conversations, was monitored by his consciousness. .

If he hadn't been slightly interested in who Mr. Cheng was behind the three devils, he wouldn't have bothered to deal with these unworthy little gangsters.

"Yes, Master!"

As Lang Yu, who was pretending to be a taxi driver, bowed to respond, Sanguizi felt the door of the car being opened, and a big hand like a cattail leaf stretched out, slapped him hard on the back of the head, and he fainted happily.

Watching the three devils and others being carried down like little chickens, they were still on the side, and the most amazing thing was that with a wave of a big man's hand, the taxi disappeared without a trace. , Diba covered her mouth in shock and asked in disbelief: "They also know magic?"

"Magic? Hey!"

Ding Ning smiled mysteriously, took her hand, and said softly: "Do you still remember the song I played?"

"War Sonata?"

Diba asked confused, this was the name she gave to the song.

Ding Ning nodded and said with a smile: "Didn't you say that no matter what character there is, there will be a prototype? Then I will take you to meet that character prototype today."

"Who are you, the God of Colored War?"

Diba stared at Ding Ning with his eyes widened and asked, with a look of disbelief on his face.

Ding Ning smiled implicitly and said mysteriously: "Look carefully."

Diba's beautiful eyes widened suddenly. She saw Ding Ning in front of her suddenly bursting with colorful light. In the blink of an eye, she transformed into a colorful armor out of thin air. It was exactly the same as the colorful God of War costume that appeared when the song was played. She almost screamed. He made a sound, stretched out his jade hand to cover his mouth, his eyes were full of incredible shock.

But this was not the end, it was just the beginning. Ding Ning, who was wearing colorful armor, waved his hand, and a red-haired monster appeared out of thin air, docilely feeding Ding Ning's thigh with its big furry head, with a cute and flattering look on his face.

Ding Ning rubbed its big head, turned over and rode on it, stretching out his hand to Diba: "Come on, my husband will help you show off and fly."

Diba was stunned and ignored Ding Ning's extended hand. This bizarre scene completely subverted her outlook on life and the world. Even American blockbusters did not show it like this.

It made her feel as if she was in a dream, which was not real at all. She had previously believed that the God of War must have a character prototype, and she had secretly laughed at Ding Ning for being narcissistic, even making the figure of the God of War exactly the same as him.

But she didn't expect that Ding Ning turned out to be the prototype of the colorful God of War. This made her feel extremely shocked and even a little funny. Is this interesting? He also uses magic to deceive his visual nerves.

But the next moment, she saw that two thousand strong men actually stretched out their hands and waved, and a ferocious giant wolf with the same head as in the music score appeared out of thin air, kneeling on the ground in a humane manner, as if to Pay homage to Ding Ning.

And those tough men who exuded an iron-blooded killing aura uniformly knelt down on one knee towards Ding Ning, with fanatical admiration in their eyes, and shouted straight into the sky: "See you, Marshal."

Marshal?

Diba is so Spartan, these people are so professional in acting, right? And that giant wolf, could it be a composite of light and shadow? How come it looks so real?

"This is magic, this must be magic."

Diba said to himself, trying to find a reasonable explanation for himself.

"You make me lose face."

Ding Ning stretched out his hand for a long time, but Diba stood there stupidly and ignored him. In front of so many wolf riders, he felt very embarrassed. This pretense was so big that Diba didn't believe it at all. ah.

"Ah...oh..."

Only then did Diba wake up, with an indescribable weird expression on his face. He stretched out his hand to hold Ding Ning's hand that was emitting colorful light. Ding Ning pulled her into his arms with a little force.

Diba touched the broad, smooth and plush texture under her body. Her beautiful eyes were full of confusion. She couldn't distinguish between reality and dreams. She subconsciously twisted her arm. The severe pain made her feel He cried out in pain, and then realized that this didn't seem to be a dream, but reality.

"Silly girl, this is not magic or a dream, this is reality. In fact, I am not a magician, but a warrior, or a monk."

Ding Ning looked at her silly look and couldn't help but explain softly in her ear in amusement.

"Monk? Does he really exist?"

There is an incomprehensible look in Diba's beautiful eyes. She has filmed many film and television works, and once played the role of a monk who can fly into the sky and escape from the earth, but aren't those all fictitious?

"Of course, your husband and I are considered a monk."

Ding Ning said with certainty.

Although according to the classification of the cultivation world, the Holy Martial Realm still has the word "Martial", it has not completely broken away from the category of warrior. It is in the transitional stage of transformation from warrior to monk. Strictly speaking, it can only be regarded as a warrior.

But the basic characteristic of a monk is that he can use the power of heaven and earth to perform magical powers, and his situation is quite special. He has trained his body, has supernatural powers, and has cultivated both internal and external skills. He can perform magical powers as early as when he was still in the Xuanwu realm. , it’s okay to say he’s a warrior, it’s not wrong to say he’s a monk.

"Isn't that a god?"

Diba covered her mouth in shock and said in disbelief.

"There are no gods in this world. The so-called gods are just a name that ordinary people give to things or existences that they cannot understand."

Ding Ning smiled calmly and explained patiently.

Diba's eyes dimmed. At this moment, she was more sensitive than ever before. The word "ordinary person" made her feel very shocked. The big star status she was once proud of was nothing more in the eyes of such a powerful being. It’s just all living beings.

Ding Ning was paying attention to her feelings with all his heart. How could he not know what she was thinking? He hugged her a little tighter lovingly and said softly in his ear: "From now on, you are no longer an ordinary person." Now, I want you to be like me, are you willing?"

"Can I...can I?"

Diba's eyes suddenly lit up, and he asked with some surprise and some anxiety.

"You are my woman, I said yes of course."

Ding Ning's tone was full of strong confidence and dominance.