In the president's office of Thunder Investment Group, Zheng Wuming was sitting on his comfortable leather chair looking at a few documents in his hand, but Kunlun walked in without even knocking on the door.

"What's wrong?" Zheng Wuming didn't blame Kunlun for this very rude behavior, and after raising his head to look at him, he moved his eyes to the document in his hand.

"Da Shao, Su Qingwu has found him."

"Found it?" Zheng Wuming raised his head, took off the goggles on the bridge of his nose, and said with a smile. "Isn't that right? Otherwise, wouldn't the video I gave her be in vain? ”

"But, Da Shao, aren't you in a hurry?"

"I'm in a hurry? Why am I in a hurry? Zheng Wuming smiled and asked. Are you sure, he's his apprentice? ”

"Sure!" Kunlun nodded in reply.

If the conversation between the two is heard by outsiders, it will definitely not be understood - is he his apprentice? Who is Who's apprentice?

"It's okay." Zheng Wuming's handsome and handsome face, a smile was enough to fascinate many celebrities and girls in Yanjing, and there was an extremely confident smile on his face. "I don't want to meddle in the grievances of the previous generation."

"But." Kunlun said worriedly. "If you let him develop, then I'm afraid it will be difficult to deal with at that time, you have also seen, his hand is separated by a needle and a method of using qi luck needles, although it is not a ghost needle, but how can a person who can use a qi luck needle not know a ghost needle - his master, but the descendant of the ghost needle."

Zheng Wuming was not surprised why Kunlun knew the ghost needle - he was the king, the king of the younger generation, he was young, handsome, had a good family background, was talented, and had a vicious vision, so he was famous in Yanjing at a young age, and even said that he was famous in China.

However, no matter how great a person's strength is, there will eventually be a limit. As the saying goes, a fence has three piles, and a hero has three gangs.

Zheng Wuming is known as the first young man in Yanjing, and naturally there is a reason - as a king, there are two things that are indispensable, money and power? No.

Money and power are only accessories, and what a king needs is a sharp sword and a loyal dog.

Kunlun is a sword and a loyal dog - he grew up with Zheng Wuming since he was a child, and the treatment he received is no different from Zheng Wuming, a genuine young master, his loyalty is undoubted, and similarly, his force value has also reached a peak level, so these secrets cannot be called secrets to him.

"Da Shao, you really don't care?" Kunlun stared at Zheng Wuming seriously, wanting to see a trace of emotion on his face, but in the end, he didn't return.

"I didn't say I wouldn't care." Zheng Wuming said with a smile. "It's just that he's still too weak, I don't like opponents who are too weak, if you want to improve, you have to challenge the strong, play with the weak, and you will play yourself as mentally retarded."

"All dangers should be nipped in the bud." Kunlun said.

"Huh." Zheng Wuming stretched out his finger and pointed at Kunlun. "Kunlun, Kunlun, this is not like what you can say as a martial artist, it was the old man who asked you to tell me, right?"

"Of course." Kunlun didn't care about being exposed by Zheng Wuming for pretending to be a cultural person, shrugged his shoulders, and said. "I'm just a martial artist, how can I say such profound words, this is indeed what the old man asked me to tell you."

"Alright." Zheng Wuming waved his hand and said. "I still say the same thing, if I want to move him, I have to wait until he reaches a certain height - at that time, he is worthy of being my opponent, and as for grandpa, I will go and tell him." ――

Sleeping until you wake up naturally, counting money until your hands cramp are the ultimate dream of every **~ silk youth.

When Yan Murong opened his eyes, he found himself lying in a room that was all white, and he clearly remembered that he had deliberately found a nurse who looked to have a large chest before he fainted.

Sitting up from the bed and rubbing his head, which was still a little dizzy, Yan Murong couldn't help but smile bitterly, it seems that it would be better to do less of this kind of thing in the future.

Saving someone's life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, but saving someone's life requires putting one's own life on the line, which is not cost-effective.

In fact, Yan Murong pierced the heart with a silver needle not to stop the bleeding, but to control the speed of the heartbeat. If the heartbeat is fast or does not beat, then the blood will naturally stop moving - he cannot cut someone's heart with one cut, in that case, the blood will stop, but the person will die, so he can only use silver needles to control the speed of the heartbeat, so as to achieve a hemostatic effect.

If the water pipe is not equipped with a faucet, it will come out of the water endlessly, and the faucet acts as a controller, he can control the size of the water flow, but over time, the pressure from the water flow will also make the faucet break.

In the same way, Yan Murong wanted to control the speed of his heart beating and couldn't stop the organs, so he controlled all the qi in his body in one place - in this way, the meridians in his body naturally couldn't stand it, not only did it consume a lot of vitality, but it also hurt his body, and in the end, he fainted because of weakness.

He smiled bitterly, because he had seen the old man do this, he didn't have any, and after he was done, he could lick his face and let him run dozens of miles of mountain roads to the town to buy him pig's trotters to eat, but he did it once, and he almost lost his life.

"Click"

Just thinking about it, the door of the room was opened from the outside, and then, a woman in a nurse's uniform walked in with a tray in her hand, as soon as she came in, Yan Murong asked A strong aroma, and her stomach screamed.

"Are you awake?" The nurse watched Yan Murong sitting on the bed staring at the tray in his hand in a daze, and asked with a smile.

She is not very old, she looks like she is in her early twenties, she is not pretty, but she is also very delicate, plus a nurse's outfit, she can also charm some **~ silk who has a strong interest in uniforms.

"Is it food?" Yan Murong didn't answer her words, and asked as she stared at the tray in her hand without blinking. He thought the woman was stupid - if she hadn't woken up, would you be looking at a ghost?

The woman smiled and placed the dishes and plates on the tray on the only small table in the room. Yan Murong was not polite, the aroma of the golden millet porridge had already made him feel hungry, so he picked up the bowl, and poured it into his mouth regardless of whether it was hot or not.

"Slow down, be careful of the burning." The nurse said with a smile on her face.

"Woo, it's okay, get used to it." Yan Murong replied vaguely, but his hand did not stop, and he continued to pour the bowl into his mouth.

"Oh? So do you think it's the porridge or the fragrance in my arms? ”

"Poof—"

Yan Murong just drank a mouthful of porridge in his mouth, and it was all sprayed on the table without any waste.