Passionate and reasonable, making Lin Tian sound like the best man in the world.
Lin Tian always knew Yan Xinrou could talk, but he didn't know she could talk like this. If he hadn't known she was the big boss, he would have thought she was in sales.
In just a few words, she extinguished Liou Zhengming's fiery anger, leaving him speechless.
Liou Zhengming looked at Lin Tian, his facial fat trembling, wanting to say sothing more, but ultimately just let out a long sigh.
He had been upset for a mont, but he didn't really want Lin Tian to leave.
His daughter was already with him, her heart had followed too. Could they really be separated now?
"Alright, from now on, I'll do the talking, and you can add if necessary."
As soon as Yan Xinrou finished speaking, she didn't give Liou Zhengming a chance to oppose and began to question: "You don't have to worry about us. Your father and I aren't lacking in intelligence. Looking at your current state, tattered clothes, and soot-covered body, is it related to the explosion at Yongxing Bridge yesterday?"
Lin Tian remained silent for two seconds, and finally nodded.
"Tell us, what's going on with those cultivators, and how did you end up in such a state?" Yan Xinrou asked sharply.
Facing his mother-in-law's questioning, Lin Tian couldn't avoid it and briefly recounted the battle.
Even though he skipped over many perilous parts, Liou Zhengming and his wife were still startled.
Is this like filming a blockbuster? It's too exaggerated!
"As expected," Yan Xinrou murmured to herself.
Suddenly, Yan Xinrou's gentle eyes turned sharp, staring at Lin Tian's face, "You killed more than twenty people in one night; you're not a maniac, are you?"
"No. I don't like to stir up trouble or kill people. But if I don't kill them, they will kill and my family and friends. I don't want to be a killer, but they don't see as an ordinary person either."
Lin Tian stood with his back straight, speaking firmly.
Yan Xinrou's eyes remained sharp, "We understand all this. In the business world, even if we haven't seen blood, there are still people dead because of us. So, I won't bla you for how many people you've killed. Moreover, Bai Wuchang and Xiaogang must also die!"
Yan Xinrou hadn't noticed the change in her own deanor.
That was killing intent! Only with the heart to kill does one have killing intent!
"Absolutely! Neither of them will live!" Lin Tian promised earnestly.
This was also what he had in mind. Now these two were at the top of Lin Tian's blacklist.
If he doesn't kill them, would he be worthy of Liou Qingcheng and her parents?
Liou Zhengming looked at them with a calm gaze. His earlier anger had subsided. After years in the business world, aside from smooth handling, the other thing was hiding emotions.
Even though his face showed nothing, Lin Tian knew Liou Zhengming also had the intention to kill!
In the following two days, Lin Tian stayed in the room with Liou Qingcheng.
There were tis when Liou Qingcheng would wake up, but after a few seconds, she would faint again, speaking feebly.
This situation made Lin Tian very anxious. Once the Spiritual Qi in the Sea of Qi recovered, it would continuously flow into Liou Qingcheng's body, nourishing her.
Frustratingly, no matter how much Spiritual Qi entered her body, it silently vanished without any reaction.
This was unprecedented. Lin Tian was deeply worried. Without the efficacy of the Spiritual Qi, he was like a toothless and clawless paper tiger, powerless against illness.
He kept searching in his mind for suitable prescriptions for Liou Qingcheng.
Unfortunately, there were none suitable.
As for Lin Tian's own injuries, they were slowly recovering as the Spiritual Qi replenished, but at this rate, it would take at least a week to fully heal.
That afternoon, Lin Tian suddenly heard arguing outside the door.
It was Wu Yong's two lackeys talking with soone else.
Lin Tian imdiately went out and saw a young and an old monk.
The young monk was about an eight-year-old boy, about 1.2 ters tall, with a shiny bald head, tender features, and relatively large plain clothes.
The old monk appeared at least ninety, with white eyebrows and a white beard, but a ruddy complexion and a face full of compassionate smile.
"What's going on?" Lin Tian asked softly.
One of the lackeys said, "These two monks insisted on entering. I asked them who they were looking for, and the old monk said they were looking for soone destined. So we didn't let them in, fearing they might ask for incense money for the temple. If it disturbs the sister-in-law, Brother Yong would skin us alive."
Lin Tian glanced at the two monks again and asked, "If you have nothing to do, then you should leave. My girlfriend needs to rest."
The old monk held a scripture and smiled with squinted eyes, "She is the one destined."
"Monk, don't you understand? We're telling you to leave. If it weren't for your old age, I would've thrown you out by now," one of the lackeys said impatiently.
Suddenly, the little monk puffed up and shouted, "How can you be so rude? Do you not know to respect the elderly and care for the young?"
"I'm respecting and caring, otherwise I would've thrown you out already."
"You!" The little monk pointed at the lackey, his chubby face turning red with anger, lifting his wrist as if ready to fight.
"Hahaha, little kid. Uncle will let you hit , but if your chubby little hand gets hurt, don't say I hit you." The lackey laughed.
"Hey! Take this punch!"
The little monk, in a childish voice, yelled as he raised his fist to punch.
Seeing this, Lin Tian's pupils contracted slightly.
This child... nearly at the level of a lower-tier Martial Artist!
"Qiyi, do not be rude."
The old monk slowly raised his hand, giving a light pat on the shoulder of the little monk nad Qiyi. Instantly, Qiyi withdrew his fist and took a step back.
Lin Tian saw clearly; the old monk's pat had dispelled all the strength in Qiyi's arm.
The action was light and graceful, strong yet soft, with a sense of returning to simplicity.
With just this display, Lin Tian knew this person's strength was unfathomable, far surpassing his own, as even if he perfected "Tai Chi," he could at most achieve 'using four ounces to deflect a thousand pounds.'
He absolutely couldn't achieve the simplicity of the old monk.
In an instant, Lin Tian's eyes lit up. He had encountered a master!
"Alright, alright, one old and one young, I won't argue with you. Just leave, I suggest you go sowhere else to seek alms; the patients in the hospital need money, who would have extra to give you?" A lackey waved his hand dismissively.
The old monk smiled gently, rubbing Qiyi's shiny bald head, "Let's go."
"Master, why?" Qiyi looked up.
"Nothing, it's just not ant to be."
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