Nan chant Buddha’s name! Did Nan chant Buddha’s name and let you kill me?

Although this short sentence did not cause storm in Nan Changshou's heart, it definitely made a crack in a solid line of defense in his heart. There was no unnecessary content in the entire high-inventory memory card, and there was only this sentence coming and going, but Nan Changshou listened almost two hundred times.

His mental attention was concentrated on these fifteen words from beginning to end. Even though he received a sincere invitation call from Zhou Buqun again, Nan Changshou did not completely come out of the recording. After absent-mindedly agreeing to the other party's request for meeting, he waved his hand to disperse the police who came to investigate after hearing the news.

Although there was only one sentence without a word in the recording, after identifying the voice of the assassin in white, Nan Changshou couldn't help but feel a grip. The fifteen words seemed simple, but the content and emotions contained in it were very large. A detailed interpretation was enough to destroy the defense line built by Nan Changshou.

Nan Changshou didn't know who killed the white-clothed assassin, but he knew that the assassin was shocked by the appearance of the visitor. The most important thing is that this is definitely not a simple pursuit of the white-clothed assassin by the Southern System, but an ulterior motive for killing people to silence the silence. Otherwise, the white-clothed assassin would not be betrayed.

Facing the Southern Clan pursuers, who may not even belong to the Southern Clan, the first reaction of the assassin in white-clothed was Nan's Buddha's name. It can be seen that he has always been wary of Nan's Buddha's name and is also cautious in stabbing the knife in the back. Otherwise, he would not have been questioned with such anger.

This made Nan Changshou easily judge that the assassin in white knew his baby grandson!

Then the old man remembered his half-dead drowsiness, dozens of old ministers who had followed him for many years, and the words of Jin Ge Ge in the Prime Minister's office. Before this recording, Nan Changshou did not hesitate to judge all the voices questioning Nan's Buddha's name as provocation and sow discord.

Unpredictable intentions!

What is Jiang Zhonghua and Zhou's teamed up to rescue him, what is Nan chanting Buddha's name to take the opportunity to cleanse old ministers, what is worried about the injury test and hastily cremated the body, and the family members of the old ministers all went abroad. These words fell in Nan Changshou's ears in the past, which was a rumor, and someone wanted to provoke their grandfather-grandson relationship.

Compared with the circulating and speculation with eyes, Nan Changshou believed more about Nan Chanting Buddha's feelings for him. He regarded all those who told him or suggested to him as lackeys of Jin Gege and Hua Ying, as imperialism's desire to destroy me, and strong trust built a solid line of defense.

If you don’t believe in your grandson, do you believe in outsiders?

But at this moment, Nan Changshou was shaken. The words of the assassin in white made a crack in the line of trust and defense. Nan Changshou wanted to trust Nan chant Buddha without any conditions, but these fifteen words were entangled like a spell. The more he wanted to despise the more he wanted to forget, but the result was that he remembered it unforgettable.

This forced him to find the truth and see if the recording was a trap of sowing discord or it originated from the white-clothed assassin's voice. If he didn't figure it out, Nan Changshou would have been entangled in this matter all his life. He believed that this might be the enemy's means, but he needed enough evidence to calm himself down.

So, Nan Changshou took out his phone and thought about whether to investigate. However, after his eyes fell on the bodyguards in the car, he gave up the idea of ​​looking for someone to investigate. At this moment, he found that all the bodyguards who protected him were newcomers, and no familiar face or an old minister had seen them.

This invisibly gave him a kind of pressure.

Nan Changshou still lit a cigarette rarely. Looking at the scenery that was constantly regressing outside the window, the lights reflected in the roadside shops, and the vehicles roaring by from time to time or roaring from opposite to him, Nan Changshou suddenly felt a little tired. At this time, he found that he was really old.

I feel hesitant to make a decision.

"Young Master Heng, what's the antidote for Young Master Nan?"

When Nan Changshou was as entangled as if he was a teenager, Gong Yue, wearing light-colored clothes and black stockings, was sitting in the corner of the Western restaurant in the Beijing Hotel, and asked Zhao Heng who was rushing to come with a nervous expression: "Do those medicinal materials work? Has Gou Sheng prepared an antidote?"

Zhao Heng asked the waiter for a cup of coffee and a sandwich. He had not been in the water since he came out of the Du family in the morning, and he had all his energy on Natasha. He was preparing to kill the giant crocodile in his hiding place tonight. As soon as the deployment was completed, he received a call from Gong Yue to come over to meet him.

Hearing Gong Yue's question, Zhao Heng glanced at the pretty woman. Perhaps Nan Jingbu's injury caused her to be too stressed. Gong Yue's face did not wear makeup today, and her haggardness and fatigue were clearly visible. She was wearing an electronic watch on her wrist, and counting down was on it:

Forty-six hours!

Zhao Heng knew that this was the countdown to the broken arm of Nan's Buddha's name. From this, it can be seen that Gong Yue was concerned about the latter. He also thought that this time, he found medicinal materials not only to detoxify, but also to Nan's Buddha's name for Gong Yue. Zhao Heng felt a little pity for the woman in front of him, and shook his head: "No!"

Zhao Heng reminded the woman in front of him with great kindness: "Although An Xiaotian found a lot of medicinal materials according to the list, there are still six kinds that have not been found yet. The ones found are different from what Bai Gou Sheng wants. He tried to prepare a few pills, but they were of no use."

Zhao Heng exhaled a long breath: "There are two days left, but in fact there is only one day. Because it takes time to prepare antidotes to find all the medicinal herbs, I didn't find all the medicinal herbs before tomorrow morning. Nan Shao's left arm was only broken. I hope An Xiaotian and the others can find something."

"Is there no other way?"

Gong Yue's eyes saw a trace of pain and struggle. She subconsciously held Zhao Heng's hand and asked. Zhao Heng smiled bitterly, patted her hand and comforted her softly: "If there were other ways, An Xiaotian and we would have gone to detoxify Nan Shao. You must know that Jiang Polang is also a master of poison use."

Zhao Heng also added meaningfully: "Maybe God is destined to be Nan Shao cut off this arm, so today's disaster will be achieved. But don't worry too much. Nan Shao's status and identity are determined. Whether the broken arm is broken or not has no effect on life, as long as you don't dislike him."

"How could I dislike him?"

Gong Yue looked sad: "I love him!"

At this time, the waiter had brought the food Zhao Heng wanted, and the latter picked up the sandwich and started eating it. Then he muttered: "It's a pity that your love cannot move God, otherwise it would be great if a medicinal material library fell from the sky, and Nan Shao's poison could be relieved in an instant."

"He doesn't need one hand to play golf anymore!"

Gong Yue's expression was slightly stunned and the corner of her mouth touched her twice. She frowned and understood Zhao Heng's words carefully, then she seemed to make up a decision: "Young Master Heng, I know a medicinal material library of Qi Jingmen was told by Le Shenzi before he died, but I don't know what was inside."

Her eyes suddenly became firm, looking at Zhao Heng, whose mouth was blocked by the sandwich: "I don't even know whether it is true or not. Can you do me a favor and send someone to Miaojiang to see the medicinal materials library to see if there are any medicinal materials left over from Baigou. Please help Gong Yue with a handful of them."

Zhao Heng pretended to be surprised: "Medicinal Materials Library?"

Gong Yue reached out and grabbed Zhao Heng's sleeve again, bit his lips and said in a low voice: "That's right, this is what Le Shenzi told me. He said this is the wealth I left for the rest of my life. If I can't make it, I will go back to the medicinal material warehouse to get some medicine. Anything is enough to have a good life for three to five years."

She breathed out a long breath: "I have never seen it before, and I don't want to touch his things. I also swear that I won't die well when I moved the medicinal material library. At first I didn't tell you, it was also a lucky person. But now I am facing the broken arm of Nan Shao. In order to save him, I am willing to break my oath."

"I'll go to the bank safe to get the keys and maps for you later!"

"Young Master Heng, you are so lucky. You are hugging each other everywhere!"

Before Zhao Heng could give praise to Gong Yue's love, a voice sounded inappropriately from behind. Zhao Heng turned his head and looked over, and saw Zhou Buqun, who was graceful and elegant, appeared. The latter had a bright smile on his face: "It is normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines."

Zhou Buqun gently pushed the glasses on his face, maintaining the kindness and courtesy that the wealthy family should have, but the words were hidden in the muzzle and were vicious: "It's just that there are so many women around you, I wonder how much love I have given to my seventh sister? Or do you just treat her as a bed playmate?"

"Fifth Young Master, don't humiliate Qiqi."

Zhao Heng threw the last sandwich into his mouth, stood up and greeted the other party's gaze calmly. He didn't know how Zhou Buqun was so hating him, and he dared to provoke him in public: "If you don't want to be beaten by me, you'd better get out of here."

Zhao Heng took a step forward and looked at Zhou Buqun, and stretched out his finger to poke his chest without hesitation: "I have always been ruthless and unrighteous. I will not let you three points just because you are Zhou Qiqi's brother. If you provoke me, you will still fuck you in the capital, let alone I have too many grudges with Zhou!"

"Young Master is angry and blood flows into a river!"

Zhou Buqun suddenly let out a playful laugh, raised his hands to his chest and showed a bright future: "I am an outsider, how can I mess with Young Master Heng? Don't worry, I'll get out of here, get out of here!" Then he looked at Gong Yue again: "Young Master Heng's woman is really delicious!"

Gong Yue felt the evil gaze, his body shook slightly and clamped his legs, subconsciously avoiding Zhou Buqun's cynical teasing. When Zhao Heng's face turned cold, Zhou Buqun licked Gong Yue's lips again, pushed his glasses back and said, "I'm still shy, I like this kind of woman!"

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