Medical Sovereign

"What? The monster Liu Junwei turned into, Baqi? His good friend was used as a bait by the people of the Goddess organization, trying to lure him to Shenzhou? Want to threaten us to let go of Thor? The virus can not only be infected by blood and contact, but also It can be transmitted through water and air, what the hell, no, I have to report to my superiors immediately."

Seven kills couldn't digest this huge amount of information at all for a while, and after being shocked for a long time, he opened his eyes wide, gritted his teeth and cursed angrily, took out the phone and was about to dial, when Ding Ning held it down, looked at him with complicated eyes and said: "Don't Contact the superior, this is the news that the money bag passed on to me, I can't explain the source of the news, let's wait and see who they connect with before making plans!"

Qi Sha's hands visibly trembled, his face became a little gloomy, and he stared silently ahead, only from the sharp rise and fall of his chest, he could see that his heart was not at peace.

Ding Ning secretly apologized in his heart, he couldn't see Qisha's affection for Qiandai, but, from now on, there will be no such person as Qiandai in this world, only Liusheng Qiandai.

"She... is she okay?"

It took a long time for Qisha's slightly hoarse voice to break the silence in the carriage.

Ding Ning couldn't bear to look at him, and finally gritted his teeth: "She was infected with the zombie virus, and she called me before she turned into a zombie. After telling me this, there was no more news."

"Crunch!"

The car screeched to a sudden stop, the wheels skidded on the snow, almost turned over into a ditch before nearly stopping, Qi Sha was trembling all over, looked at Ding Ning tremblingly with red eyes and asked, "She... where is she now?"

"I don't know either. She has been following that monster. At the last moment of her life, she told me the news that she paid for her life, and entrusted me to help her say sorry to you. After finishing speaking, she hung up the phone and waited for me. If you call back, she won't be able to get through."

Ding Ning couldn't bear to see him in pain, closed his eyes and murmured in his heart, I'm sorry Qisha, please forgive my selfishness, Liu Sheng Qiandai loves me, and I love her too, I can't put her in any danger, Let her once purse disappear completely!

"Wuwu, money bag... money bag, I never blamed you, you are so stupid, so stupid... Wuwuwu..."

Seven kills buried his head on the steering wheel like an injured wild animal and cried loudly. Seeing this tough man showing his true feelings, Ding Ning felt uncomfortable for a while. told him.

But he still held back, Qisha likes money bags, not Liusheng Qiandai, and coupled with his status as a national scholar, it is impossible for him to be with Liusheng Qiandai in his life. If this is the case, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain , let him completely give up, I believe he can bear such pain.

"Seven kills, I... hey!"

Ding Ning couldn't bear to pat Qi Kill's shoulder, which was still choking and twitching, he hesitated to speak, but finally turned into a long sigh.

"I'm fine, I'm really fine, let's go on!"

Qisha wiped away his tears, took a deep breath, and seemed to let out all the depression and grief with this breath, showing a smile that was uglier than crying, with red eyes like rabbits, and started the vehicle again. Go after.

Ding Ning looked at him worriedly: "No, let me drive!"

"No, I'm really fine. It's just that I feel uncomfortable when I think of the money bag turning into a zombie like this, and there is no place to bury it."

Qisha's voice was hoarse and choked, which made Ding Ning extremely entangled in his heart, but he could only grit his teeth and continue to hide it, and even comforted him insincerely: "Qiandai only told me that she was scratched by a zombie and then lost contact, but No one knows whether she is dead or not, maybe she is lucky enough to escape the catastrophe."

Seven Kills is not so optimistic. The zombie attack on the border just now brought him a huge psychological shock. Thinking that there might be a poor purse in it, his heart was bleeding from pain, and he shook his head with dull eyes: " Forget it, don't comfort me, I know Qiandai likes you,

I just have unrequited love, and I never expected to be with her, I just hope that she can live well, even if she is a member of a god-descendant organization that endangers society, as long as she can live well, I can be satisfied... woo woo woo..."

As he spoke, Qisha's tears flowed again uncontrollably, big drops of tears wet the steering wheel, and Ding Ning was moved by the sea-like affection.

He always thought that the seven kills were just to give birth to some affection between men and women for the money bag. How could he have thought that he would use such affection so deeply that he didn't even mind that she was a member of the Goddess organization. He just hoped that she could live a good life. If I had known this , he would not deceive Qi Sha anymore, but the matter has come to this point, he can only continue to deceive cruelly.

For the rest of the journey, neither of them had any interest in talking, and the atmosphere in the carriage became silent and depressing.

It wasn't until the Ford Raptor ahead drove into a fork in the road that Ding Ning broke the silence again: "Don't follow."

"how?"

Seven kills had already restrained his emotions at this moment, slowed down and asked numbly, but the circles of his eyes were still red, obviously still in the midst of great grief.

"The fork in the road they took is a narrow path. Few vehicles will take this road. If we follow too closely, they will find out."

Ding Ning glanced at him speechlessly and explained, it seems that the "death" of the money bag had hit him too hard, and he, who always claimed to be smart, couldn't even understand such a simple truth.

"Well!"

Qi Kill immediately reacted, responded with a muffled voice, and stopped talking, just looking at his blank eyes, it seemed that he was still sad.

Why! What a crime!

Ding Ning sighed secretly, with mixed feelings in his heart, complicated and difficult to understand, he felt that he owed him a lot, and planned to help him improve his cultivation immediately when he was free, which could be regarded as compensation for him.

The sheep intestine path was rugged and difficult, and it took nearly two hours to walk in the bumps before arriving at a relatively spacious dirt road.

Fortunately, this dirt road was completely frozen by ice and snow. Although the car would slip on the frozen soil, it was still possible to pass slowly. Another hour passed before the eyes suddenly opened up, appearing in a green mountain. Even the temperature began to rise sharply.

Walking on the tree-lined path, without the ice and snow layer, the car is not as difficult to walk as before.

However, Xiao Jin, who was always hovering in the sky, lost his target. After all, once the car entered the forest area, no matter how good the high-altitude vision was, it was useless.

This made Ding Ning miss the Devil Mosquito even more. Looking at the God-eating Insect that was still sleeping in the Sea of ​​Consciousness, he was furious. This damned guy kept saying that it could replace the Devil Mosquito, but it turned out that I haven't woken up yet, otherwise there would be no need for such trouble.

"This should belong to the southern Tibet section of the McMahon Line!"

Qisha, who had already collected his mood, said with a dignified expression.

Ding Ning nodded noncommittally. It was also within his expectation that the connector set the agreed location at this unknown location. After all, this place has always belonged to the controversial "unmarked border".

Although the Shenzhou government has always firmly believed that this is the sacred and inviolable territory of the Shenzhou Kingdom, but in fact it has not really controlled this land. This is a problem left over from history, so I won’t repeat it here.

Fortunately, there is only one tree-lined path, and you can't make mistakes along this path. In addition, Ding Ning's current consciousness can barely reach a distance of 10,000 meters, so he can still follow a car.

As time passed, the Ford Raptor finally drove into a village made entirely of wood.

Qisha was curious as to why Ding Ning was so sure that the Ford Raptor, which was no longer in sight, had stopped, but he stopped the car as he said, and groped forward, but what Qisha didn't notice was that in Just as they got out of the car and changed to sneaking, the Toyota off-road vehicle they were riding on suddenly disappeared in place.

Ding Ning also had no choice but to put the car in the space. Who knows who is in this cottage, and whether there will be cars passing by. Finding strange cars parked on the side of the road will definitely reveal their whereabouts. Kill the danger you spot and put it away.

"Dear guests, welcome to come!"

The Ford Raptor was stopped by several men dressed as Tibetans with live ammunition at the gate of the village. After a few murmurs, a middle-aged man dressed as a lama walked out quickly to express his welcome to them.

"People brought it, where is your Living Buddha?"

The members of the Goddess organization had already changed out of their heavy clothes, wearing black robes and silver masks, and escorted White down. The tall man immediately shouted domineeringly when he saw the other party taking a selfie with a trumpet to greet him.

The middle-aged lama frowned slightly, and said with some displeasure: "The old living Buddha is not here, how could such a trivial matter make our living Buddha come forward."

"Hmph! What a shit living Buddha, what a big air!"

The thin man bumped all the way, and he was impatient for a long time. Seeing that the middle-aged lama dared to underestimate them, he immediately snorted and said in disdain.

The middle-aged lama narrowed his eyes, and shouted with a cold light in his eyes: "You dare to insult our great living Buddha, you want to die!"

The men in Tibetan clothes who looked like militiamen immediately raised their guns, and aimed murderously at the three members of the Goddess organization. The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense, and conflicts would break out at any time.

With so many guns pointed at White, he was so frightened that he almost collapsed on the ground, but the three members of the Goddess organization were happy and unafraid. The tall man sneered, "What? Do you want to rob people directly?"

The middle-aged lama smiled and said: "We are just partners, not your subordinates. If you don't apologize to our Living Buddha immediately, don't blame me for turning your back on me."

"Turn your face and deny people? You deserve it!"

The burly man, who had not spoken the whole time, let out a violent shout, and suddenly made a fuss, his figure shot at the middle-aged lama like an arrow that left the string.

Ding Ning and Qisha hid in the woods not far away and watched this scene, Qisha sneered and said, "I didn't expect the Goddess organization to hook up with Dalai Group, let's fight, it's best to kill them all."

Dalai has always regarded himself as a "religious leader", wearing the cloak of Tibetan Buddhism to deceive religious believers and confuse the public internationally. ~ Independence" reality.

They used red cassocks as a cover, used Buddhism as a signboard, borrowed the devotion of the people in Tibet to Buddhism and people's trust and respect for Buddhist monks, colluded with each other internally and externally, advocated "Tibetan-independence", and used various means to provoke ethnic conflicts in Tibet and Xinjiang. The contradictions arouse ethnic hatred.

Time and time again, instigating incidents in Tibet, inciting, planning and organizing rebellions, riots, vandalism, looting and burning incidents, destroying the economic development and social stability of Tibet and Xinjiang. The "Tibetan Youth Congress" is made up of vicious ethnic radicals who have repeatedly created terrorist attacks to undermine the stability and unity of the motherland and attempt to subvert the country's political power.