The subordinate wiped a cold sweat nervously: "Sir, will this... Miss Xi be too delicate and skip training again?"
This countryside lady ca to the city and didn’t learn much, but she did pick up the arrogance of a rich young lady.
Nangong Mo snorted coldly.
He continued moving the view of the binoculars.
In his view, suddenly there was a commotion on a training field.
A group of students gathered together, screaming in surprise, then suddenly silent, and then screaming again, it seed so stray bullet was fired.
He zood in, trying to see more clearly, but the lens suddenly went blurry, unexpectedly reflected by a dazzling light that prevented him from seeing anything.
The blinding light was definitely not sunlight, yet it was even more brilliant.
In an instant, only four characters flashed through his mind: "Tilting the world."
Clearly, there was nothing in the view, but a srizing image of a white-clad figure appeared.
Nangong Mo tossed aside the binoculars, his breathing a bit unsteady.
This familiar feeling, long absent, returned again.
The reason he ordered people to search everywhere for the white-clad girl, and to occasionally rember to look for the silly country girl Xi Zuzi, was because they could give him this feeling.
This feeling could take his life, and was his life.
He remained silent for a long ti.
He was just about to raise his eyes to continue searching for Xi Zuzi’s figure.
When suddenly his subordinate exclaid: "Sir, Bao Gucheng really managed to settle the Old President’s surgery plan, the surgery ti has been set, it’s tomorrow!"
Nangong Mo put down the binoculars.
The daze in his eyes faded slightly, as he coldly spat out two words: "Courting death."
The subordinate’s eyes spun, a plan forming: "Sir, you an, we can use Bao Gucheng’s attempt to persuade the Old President into surgery to teach him a lesson..."
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On the training field.
Xi Zuzi smiled gently at a flower, then looked at the pavilion on the distant hilltop.
She pinched out a gesture.
Ah, she didn’t want to be seen by that man.
The man’s gaze and his face made Ancestor uncomfortable.
"Ancestor, are you thinking of that undying brother again?" Xiao Crow chirped.
Fu Xiqin nudged Xiao Crow’s wing gently: "Brother Jin, how can you speak like that, don’t ntion my master in front of Ancestor! Ancestor, Qin Qin has a question to ask, why did you spare that Xiao Hong Xiao Hei earlier, not crush her to death?"
Xiao Crow was displeased at being interrupted by Chatty: "My Ancestor is rciful, what do you know?"
Fu Xiqin: "Is it because she swore to turn over a new leaf, so Ancestor gave her a chance to continue living?"
Xi Zuzi smirked: "No. Keeping her is useful."
Xiao Crow: "...!"
Fu Xiqin: "...!"
The previous one who was said by Ancestor to be kept alive for usefulness was Xi Ruzhu, right?
That Xi pig courted death again and again, ended tragically, his only usefulness to society perhaps being helping Gu Qiusha see the true nature of her scumbag husband.
What could Bian Xiaohong be used for?
Kept... for whose use?
At this mont, Xi Zuzi chatting with her pet seed to outsiders as if she was conversing mysteriously.
Everyone quietly gossiped, not daring to approach, but stealing glances from afar.
Just then, Instructor Yan, who had left to avoid gossip earlier, returned from the restroom to find chaos on the scene.
Xi Zuzi was the center of attention, while Bian Xiaohong was huddled under the Parasol Tree, trembling and tear-stained.
Having heard a stray bullet almost hurt soone, he couldn’t help stepping forward to defend Bian Xiaohong without finding out more: "Xi Zuzi, ever since you joined this training squad, there’s been no peace. What’s wrong with you!"
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