"It's not difficult to get a kidney. If you don't want your dad to continue to suffer, take me to the hospital now. ”

Zhuo Junran looked at Jing Wusheng, and his mind was racing.

This person was still trying out in the studio of Minghe Media in the morning, but in the afternoon, he suddenly became a university teacher at Huaxin Art School, and now he took the initiative to ask for a kidney replacement for his father!

How can there be such a coincidence in the world, nine times out of ten it is to take a fancy to her.

But it was about his father's health, Zhuo Junran knew that it might be a scam, but he couldn't help but want to try it.

"Okay, I'll take you to the hospital now, as long as you can cure my dad's illness, I'll ...... I'll just promise to be your girlfriend. ”

After hearing this, Jing Wuming raised his eyebrows and smiled, "I don't need a girlfriend, I just need your Yuan Yin body, in the words of your modern people, it is one, night, love." ”

Zhuo Junran was stunned for a moment, she never thought that someone could take this kind of request for granted and be frank and straightforward.

I can't say why, Jing Wuming is so direct, but it makes her feel that Jing Wuming is much better than Sheng Lingxiao, who used a trial play to force him to obey in the president's office.

If Saint Lingxiao knew that he had unknowingly sunk again, he would probably want to pull Xie Minghe out and whip the corpse a hundred times.

Zhuo Junran bit his lip and thought for a long time, twisted and said, "This matter, wait until you can really cure my father, let's talk about it!"

"Well, let's treat it now. Jing Wufang's words were about to fall, Zhuo Junran was pulled into his arms, and after a period of dizziness, the two of them had arrived at Zhuo Cheng's ward in a blink of an eye.

Looking at the parents in the ward who were immobilized and unable to move, Zhuo Junran looked up at Jing Wusheng in disbelief, his eyes were frightened and faintly excited: "You, how did you do it?" After thinking about it, he suddenly realized something, and asked in surprise: "Are you a master of cultivation?"

Jing Wuming was not very clear about the urban realm after the revival of the aura, and asked with some embarrassment: "What realm is considered a master?"

"The most important is the external strength, generally the internal strength is more, the slightly more powerful is the transformation realm, for example, the boss of the Tiger Head Gang is the peak of the transformation realm, and the most powerful is of course the grandmaster!

Although Zhuo Junran had never met the Grandmaster, in the era of national cultivation, he had heard a lot of news that the Grandmaster could go one step at a time.

Jing Wuming took her just now, and instantly moved a distance of hundreds of miles, although it was not yet a step of thousands of miles, but the realm was probably not low.

"I'm not a grandmaster. "Jing Wuming has successfully condensed the godhead of God Killing thousands of years ago, not to mention the grandmaster, even the master of the God Realm in the world is not his opponent with one move.

Zhuo Junran was obviously a little disappointed, but he was afraid that Jing Wusheng would be embarrassed, so he comforted and said: "Grandmaster is actually nothing good, I heard that there are many grandmasters, every day there are people who come to the door to deliver battle posts to duel, and they are all life and death duels, this kind of person is dead, and the family can't even get insurance." It's good!"

"I'm not a transfiguration either. ”

Zhuo Junran couldn't guess and was a little embarrassed, "Are you internal strength? No, I haven't heard of people with internal strength, can you still move instantly?"

"Well, it's really not internal strength. Jing Wuming laughed in his heart, not to mention these realms, even if it was a god realm, he didn't pay attention to it.

"...... "Grandmaster, the transformation realm, the internal strength is not it, then it can only be the external strength! Zhuo Junran was a little disappointed, and said in his heart that it was just an external strength, and he thought that he could cure my father's illness, which was too ridiculous.

Jing Wuming was too lazy for the two of them to guess, so he told the truth, "I am a killing god." ”

Zhuo Junran was stunned for two seconds, and then silently sent out a roll of his eyes, and automatically classified Jing Wuming into the classification of secondary two teenagers. I no longer expect Jing Wuming to cure Zhuo Cheng's illness.

"It's easy to cure your father's illness, but have you figured out what I've proposed? ”

Zhuo Junran didn't believe Jing Wuming's words, but when he heard Jing Wuming say it so bluntly in front of his parents, he was angry: "Don't worry, as long as you can cure my father's illness, I will definitely meet the conditions you proposed." After speaking, he sneered in his heart.

You have an external strength realm, but your fists and feet are faster, and you can be cured before you see the hell!

"Okay, then as you wish!"

Jing Wuming didn't say a word, and waved lightly at Zhuo Cheng on the hospital bed.

A stream of dark red gas flew out of Zhuo Cheng's left kidney, condensed in Jing Wuming's palm, gradually condensed and hardened, and finally turned into a dark red dry stone, which was gently crushed by Jing Wusheng.

Click!

The dark red powder was scattered on the ground, and Zhuo Junran forgot to blink when he saw it.

Jing Wuming pinched Zhuo Junran's chin, and under the shocked gaze of Zhuo's father and Zhuo's mother, he said playfully: "At eight o'clock tonight, come to Building 001 of Tianding Villa, remember to dress up beautifully, and I don't like women who wear makeup." ”

After speaking, Jing Wuming didn't stay too long, and under Zhuo Junran's stunned gaze, he turned around and left the ward.

As soon as Jing Wuming left the gate of the hospital, more than a dozen vans stopped on the side of the road, blocking Jing Wuming's way.

Hu Meng got out of the van, and the thugs around him were all wearing big gold chains around their necks, and the tiger head tattoos on their arms and necks knew at a glance that they were members of the Tiger Head Gang.

Hu Meng stood in the middle of everyone, not very burly, neither wearing a gold chain nor tattoos, and wearing the most ordinary black shirt, if it weren't for the conspicuous position standing, I really couldn't tell that he was the boss of the Tiger Head Gang.

"Is my son dead?" asked the tiger in a deep voice.

Jing Wuming took his hands behind him, and looked at Hu Meng with great interest: "I'm quite curious, how did you know that your son was folded in my hand?"

Jing Wuming cast a spell to change the memory of Huaxin teachers and students about Hu Ben, but because he had never seen Hu Ben, he failed to cultivate Hu Ben's memory.

Therefore, Hu Meng found that his son did not come home from school, so he sent someone to the school to inquire.

This inquiry scared the tiger into a cold sweat, because none of the teachers and students of Huaxin remembered such a person as Hu Ben!

If it weren't for the fact that the household registration book and birth certificate in Hu Meng's hand were written in black and white, even Hu Meng would have to wonder if Hu Ben was the son he imagined.

After determining that his son had an accident, Hu Meng began to investigate, but all the monitoring in Huaxin Art School could not find Hu Ben's shadow.

So, Hu Meng dragged the relationship again, found the monitor on the relevant road of Huaxin Art School, and finally found the surveillance video at the gate of Huaxin Art School, which captured Jing Wuming talking to the principal and the director of academic affairs.

Because the distance was too far, the video was full of the sound of traffic shuttling back and forth, and it happened that Hu Meng had a brotherhood under him, so he translated the conversation between the principal and Jing Wuming to Hu Meng.

"My son hasn't been seen since you became the physiology teacher for Class 3. And in the surveillance video of the third class, I can't find the video of you teaching them, it must have been washed away!"

The corners of Jing Wuming's mouth raised slightly, and he nodded, "He's a smart person." ”

Hu Meng knew that Jing Wuming was not an ordinary person, otherwise he would not be able to make the teachers and students of Huaxin Art School collectively lose their memory. Moreover, until now, Hu Ben's body has not been found, and Hu Meng even has an intuition that if he doesn't come to find Jing Wuxing in person, he won't even be able to collect his son's body!