After Zhang Xiaobei walked out of the boxing ring, he saw Lan Fuxuan in the lounge outside,

He spent his time in the break room, seemingly worried about the situation inside the ring.

Because he was a step late and was not with Cai Yan, he was blocked outside and couldn't enter the ring to watch the duel.

When he saw Zhang Xiaobei coming out of it, he anxiously walked over and asked, "How is it, what's the situation inside?" ”

His heart is complicated, he is afraid that Qi Sen will lose, and he is worried that after Qi Sen wins, no one will be able to stop him.

"Qi Sen won!" Zhang Xiaobei said.

Indeed, in the ring of Fossa sanctions, he won.

Lan Fuxuan seemed to be relieved when he heard this, but immediately had a worried look on his face, "Then won't this kid Qi Sen be able to do whatever he wants, lawless?"

"You don't have to worry about that, he doesn't have this chance. Zhang Xiaobei said.

"What do you mean?" Lan Fuxuan frowned, not understanding Zhang Xiaobei's words.

Zhang Xiaobei walked forward, then turned back and smiled: "Give you a piece of advice, don't try to take revenge on me, otherwise you will only lose more!"

"What do you mean by that, kid?!"

Lan Fuxuan shouted at him.

But Zhang Xiaobei never looked back.

Du Jingtao dragged his injured body downstairs to the hospital to buy a bouquet of flowers, he wanted to put this bouquet of flowers on the vase next to Bao Xiaoyun's bed, hoping that she would be in a better mood when she saw these colorful and delicate flowers.

But when he pushed Bao Xiaoyun's hospital room open, he saw a middle-aged man with black-rimmed eyes sitting next to the bed.

This man has a well-proportioned figure, dresses appropriately, and can maintain such a good figure at such an age, which shows that he usually exercises regularly.

When Du Jingtao saw this man, he couldn't help but say with tears in his eyes: "Boss, it's really ...... I'm really sorry we didn't protect Miss. ”

This man is Bao Xiaoyun's father, Bao Fusheng, the head of the Bao family in Yizhou.

He was far away in Yizhou, and only learned that his daughter had been killed this morning, and after learning the news, he immediately put down all his work and entertainment, and flew to Dongming by special plane.

Bao Fusheng in the ward nodded slightly at Du Jingtao, "I know you have done your best, I can't blame you for this." Your injuries are not yet healed, so don't move around. ”

He walked to the door and took the flowers from Du Jingtao's hand, "Do you want to insert the flowers here?" He put the flowers on the vase next to the bed.

"Come, I'll help you back to your hospital bed to rest. ”

Bao Fusheng walked over and wanted to help Du Jingtao.

"No...... No need, Boss Bao, I can go by myself!" Du Jingtao shook his head resolutely,

But this bag of floating life is just as temperamental as his daughter, saying that if you want to help you, you must be helped.

Du Jingtao had no choice but to leave Bao Xiaoyun's room with his support.

When the two walked to the corridor, they happened to meet Zhang Xiaobei.

"Xiaobei, are you still coming to see Miss so late?" Du Jingtao asked with wide eyes.

"Yes, I have something to give her back. Zhang Xiaobei replied.

He noticed the man with black-rimmed eyes who was holding Du Jingtao.

"This ......"

Zhang Xiaobei was stunned for a moment,

This person is too similar to Bao Changqing, there will be no mistake, this black-framed man is definitely a descendant of Bao Changqing, if he takes off his eyes, he and Bao Changqing are like the same person.

If you guess correctly, this black-framed man should be Bao Xiaoyun's father, Bao Fusheng.

When Bao Fusheng noticed Zhang Xiaobei, he was also stunned for a moment.

The two looked at each other, as if they had confirmed something at the same time.

Bao Fusheng left Du Jingtao, walked up to Zhang Xiaobei, and observed Zhang Xiaobei's face up close.

As he looked at it, he muttered, "It's so similar!

He put his finger across Zhang Xiaobei's lips, "If there is a tuft of beard here, it will be even more like!"

When Zhang Xiaobei gave him a look like a neuropath, he noticed his gaffe.

"I'm sorry, young man!" Bao Fusheng apologized, and lowered his finger from above Zhang Xiaobei's lips, "You look too much like a benefactor of my Bao family, yes! You should be the descendant of that benefactor." May I ask your name?"

"His name is Zhang Xiaobei! It's a friend we met here!" Du Jingtao limped up and said.

"The same surname, that's right!" Bao Fusheng grabbed Zhang Xiaobei's shoulders excitedly, "If my ancestors knew that I had found the descendants of our Bao family's great benefactor, then they would definitely jump out of the coffin happily, haha!"

He couldn't help but laugh a few times.

Zhang Xiaobei also laughed awkwardly with him,

I'm afraid that this Bao Fusheng would never have thought that he was not a descendant of the great benefactor of the Bao family, but the great benefactor of the Bao family.

"What's your father's name, where do you live now, and who else is in the family, have you been living a good life in the past few years?!"

Bao Fusheng took Zhang Xiaobei's hand affectionately, asked this and that in the tone of an elder, and asked for warmth.

Their Bao family has passed down an ancestral motto from generation to generation, that is, to find the descendants of Zhang Ke, the great benefactor of the Bao family, in order to repay the great kindness, more than ten generations of Bao family heads have abided by the ancestral teachings, and strive to find the traces of Zhang Ke's descendants, but they have not been traced.

After all, Zhang Xiaobei often changed his appearance in ancient times, and changed his face after living for a few decades, it was impossible for ordinary people to find his traces, and then he was buried in the soil for hundreds of years, in these hundreds of years, there will be no trace of him in this world, and he has not left any descendants, and it is even more impossible for the descendants of the Bao family to find half a trace of him.

Now he is recognized by Bao Fusheng, mainly because he did not change his appearance when he used the identity of Zhang Ke during the Song Renzong period, so Bao Changqing was able to paint his original appearance, and his portrait must have been passed down from generation to generation in the Bao family.

Zhang Xiaobei hastily answered Bao Fusheng's questions, and then took out a glass bottle from his arms, in which Bai Qi's left eye was placed, and as for Bai Qi's right eye, he had already put it away in another glass bottle.

The left eye was returned to Bao Xiaoyun, and the right eye was planned to be taken away by himself, and he was not going to return it to the Lan family.

"This ...... It's!"

Bao Fusheng looked at the eyeballs in the transparent glass bottle excitedly, wanting to reach out and take it but afraid that it was not true.

"That's right, this is Bai Qi's left eye, I helped Bao Xiaoyun get it back!" Zhang Xiaobei said indifferently.

He gave the glass bottle to Bao Fusheng.

Bao Fusheng's hands trembled when he took the bottle, because he knew better than anyone that this small glass bottle contained his daughter's life!

"Our Bao family owes you a great favor to the Zhang family!"

When Bao Fusheng shouted these words, his eyes had become hazy.

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