Everyone also said that Song Baojun suddenly had a beastly attack, and he disregarded etiquette, righteousness and shame, and insulted Wang Lingjuan in public. For a while, everyone shook their heads and looked sideways. Zhang Mingfang scolded even more, if it weren't for his identity, I was afraid that he would have stepped forward and slapped him a long time ago.

Even Liang Bohua thought that Song Baojun had suddenly become lustful, and followed up from the door to grab Wang Cunde and said in a low voice: "Sanshao can't help it for a while, let's go out first." Miss Wang will get better, I promise. I don't know if your company is interested in the project of the No. 4 unit of the port? Dr. Liu, you don't know anything about it here, and you can't see it, do you understand? Miss Kiki, you take everyone out first. ”

Thanks to Liang Bohua's old age, he thought about all the affairs of "dealing with the aftermath" for the army and young people in a moment, including appeasing, winning over Wang Cunde, threatening the attending physician, and so on.

Lin Mengxian was extremely disappointed, he didn't expect that the military brother he had always admired so much would have such a face. Brother Jun has been chivalrous all year round, helping the weak, fighting grievances, and acting bravely, how can he poison a weak woman who is mentally ill?

Ignoring Meng Manning's obstruction, she shouted loudly: "Song Baojun! You are still not the military brother I know!? If you have a kind, you will come out! I Lin Mengxian is not convinced!"

Liang Bohua frowned and said, "Miss Lin, don't shout. ”

How could Lin Mengxian tolerate his idol collapsing in front of him? Completely ignoring Liang Bohua's warning, he took Meng Manning's hand away and rushed in.

At this time, Song Baojun's hand came to Wang Lingjuan's delicate neck, Lin Mengxian slammed Liang Bohua away, pounced forward, firmly grabbed Song Baojun's hands, and shouted: "Song Baojun!

Song Baojun suddenly woke up from the state of entropy, and said in surprise: "Immortal, what are you doing?"

Lin Mengxian roared: "You can't poison Juan Juan!" Saliva sprayed Song Baojun's head and face.

"Why do you say this?" Song Baojun couldn't figure it out.

Lin Mengxian said angrily: "If you want to be a woman, you can! There is something outside, why bother to attack Juan Juan? If you don't do it, I can do it! If you want to be on me, just mention it! The old lady meets all your requirements!" Tan Qingkai pursed his lips when he heard this, so he had to pretend that he didn't hear it—a Jaeger-LeCoultre watch of more than 40,000 yuan in his hand was given by the fairy girl.

Song Baojun was almost stupid on the spot, and when he turned around, he found that everyone's eyes were full of Wu Song's meaning of looking at Ximenqing.

Lin Mengxian simply opened his collar and shouted: "Come on, me!

Song Baojun guessed the root cause of all this in an instant, slowly withdrew the palm on Wang Lingjuan's neck, frowned, and said, "What kind of plane are you doing? I'm treating the disease and saving people, Qiqi, drag the fairy out and let her calm down." ”

Liang Bohua's brain turned quickly, and whether it was to cure the disease and save people or not, it was important to save his reputation first, and hurriedly said loudly: "Wang Cunde! Why are you having a dirty mind? Sanshao is inspecting Miss Wang's condition, the so-called doctor's parents' hearts, what's the big deal about touching some skin?!"

Thanks to his timely shouting, he finally brought the people who were still sluggish back to reality from the state of chaos. Qiqi immediately lifted Lin Mengxian, who was fat and half-exposed, out.

Wang Cunde couldn't help but be surprised and suspicious, and asked, "Is the military young man really treating Juan Juan?"

Liang Bohua sneered: "Look at what your daughter looks like, it's not an exaggeration to say that it's a zombie, what kind of beauty doesn't we have in the third youth, where can we look at her? Use your dog brain to think about it! If it weren't for the former classmates and willing to diagnose and treat your daughter's condition, why bother to come to this ghost place?"

Wang Cunde was so scolded by Liang Bohua that he couldn't raise his head, and smuttered: "I, I didn't mean that......"

Song Baojun said in a deep voice: "Wang Lingjuan is sick, I care about her very much, I want to try if I can do something for her, you actually misinterpret my meaning, are you planning to spread rumors in the society every few days, the so-called I have a skin-to-skin relationship with Wang Lingjuan, and you have become my cheap father-in-law?"

Wang Cunde never expected that his careful thinking would be seen through by the military youth, and he couldn't help but panic and didn't know how to place his hands, and said hesitantly: "No, it's not ......."

Song Baojun said: "It's just your reminder, let everyone see how I treat Wang Lingjuan's classmates, if it can't be cured, it's fine, if Wang Lingjuan can recover, you can think clearly!"

Wang Cunde's face was as white as earth, and he almost didn't kneel down and beg for mercy.

Liang Bohua asked the attending physician to help move a few benches in, and invited everyone to sit on the side.

Lin Mengxian regained her senses, and was ashamed of herself for a while, hiding outside the door and not daring to enter. As for Meng Manning, Zhang Mingfang and others, although they had also misunderstood Song Baojun, they didn't show it in the end, so they weren't so embarrassed.

Song Baojun didn't care about her, stretched out his hand lightly, put Wang Lingjuan on the bed, and asked the attending physician to get a pillow and put it behind his head. Wang Lingjuan's expression was numb and stiff, and he let him do it.

The attending physician said in his heart that this is probably a third-rate doctor invited by Wang Cunde from somewhere, he is too young to speak, he can't put on a good score, and his level is only very limited. But since Wang Cunde paid the money, it was inconvenient to make sarcastic remarks, so he stood on the side with interest and observed.

Song Baojun closed his eyes and placed the two fingers of his right hand on Wang Lingjuan's eyebrows, trying to establish a Fourier channel.

Suddenly failed to open the imaginary space, Song Baojun realized that the ghost energy had been seriously insufficient since a few days ago.

The attending physician folded his hands behind his back and said to himself, "It's not like a doctor, it's like a wizard." ”

Wang Cunde could only watch tremblingly from the side, stretching his neck to reveal a flattering look.

"Kiki, come here. ”

Song Baojun asked Ling Anqi to stand behind him and ordered, "You put two hands on my shoulders." ”

Ling Anqi didn't know why, so she did so.

Song Baojun said: "Close your eyes, relax your mind, and imagine that you and I are one." ”

Soon, a Fourier passage opened from the imaginary space, leading to Ling Anqi's personality-destroying hell.

With Ling Anqi's all-round unconditional trust, Song Baojun easily obtained the authority of the hell space.

The surging ghostly energy was transmitted.

The imaginary space opened, and Song Baojun was able to appear in it, seeing the romantic personality who was busy like a small bee in the sky above the temple.

She happily built a towering minaret, and then felt that it didn't match the style of the main hall, and with a wave of her hand, the minaret that had taken a lot of ghost energy to build turned into dust and dissipated into the air.

She planted an endless field of tulips on the edge of the main hall, and saw that the colorful flowers were not beautiful enough, so she demolished them all and planted roses.

Song Baojun was taken aback, and said angrily: "I said that I can't make up for the ghost energy by eating and drinking nonsense that I haven't died in the past few days, it turns out that I have wasted this stinky girl for you!"

The romantic personality quickly flew over, circled back and forth around Song Baojun, and said with a smile: "Juche Juche, you are finally here, are the roses planted by others good? ”

Song Baojun frowned and said, "Wait until you turn into a human form like a philosophical personality." ”

The romantic personality stopped in front of Song Baojun, seemed to think for a while, and said: "It's not impossible to turn into a human form, but that will inevitably cost a lot of ghost energy, and it will affect my plan to comprehensively transform the space world." ”

Song Baojun couldn't help but say: "It's also a lot of ghost energy for you, so how much does it get? Forget it, don't transform yourself." ”

"No, no, for the sake of the subject's kiss, it is appropriate to waste as much as possible. ”

The handsome and handsome philosophical personality appeared in time and said, "Enough, romantic, go back to your place and continue to work." ”

"I don't want it!" the romantic personality snorted coquettishly, but when he saw the serious expression of the philosophical personality, he turned around and floated away.

The philosophical personality said, "Juche, you have finally merged with Ling Anqi's destructive personality?"

"I think it's hard to get a good acquaintance. Song Baojun sighed.

"Is that not already?, where does such a huge spectral power come from?" asked the philosopher.

"I just obtained the permission to destroy the hell space of personality and retrieved some resources. ”

"Yours is the case. The philosopher's personality smiled, his face more charming than Takeshi Kaneshiro, and said, "Are you going to inspect Wang Lingjuan's situation?"

"Yes, I suspect she has something to do with the imaginary space. ”

"Okay, let's take a look. The philosopher personality entered the temple with Song Baojun, used the soul furnace to determine the coordinates, created a Fourier passage, and sighed: "The incomparably abundant ghost energy is simply doubtful of life. ”

Passing through the Fourier Passage, the two appear in a strange forest.

Two moons hung high overhead, one orange-red one close to the ground, which was so large that it was at least the size of the mouth of the water tank, and the naked eye could see the faint crater above. There is also a white one that is far away, giving off a vague halo.

Song Baojun was no longer surprised by the strange things in this parallel world, and put his attention back to the forest.

A colorful butterfly flapped its palm-sized wings and flew past the two of them, and with each flap of its wings, a string of fine fluorescent green spots of light fell, forming a trail of light behind them, which was very beautiful.

A cluster of red plants grew opposite Song Baojun, I don't know if it was a flower or a leaf, spiraling upward, branching out seven or eight branches and leaves, the light red near the edge, the dark red growing in the plant, nearly one person tall.

On either side there are dozens of two-story green trees, with long, pale blue branches hanging from their foliage. The branches glow with a faint blue light, enveloping the entire tree.

Song Baojun couldn't help but reach out and pull a branch. Unexpectedly, the blue light of the branch suddenly flourished, and it rolled back in an uproar, startling Song Baojun.

"Romantics will love it here. ”

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