Chapter 89: Count a Hexagram
The Doctor of Death visibly felt the tension in the room.
"Then please ask Mr. to calculate a hexagram for me." A somewhat weak voice rang out.
A pair of clear eyes that are so gentle that they seem to drip water are clamped on a perfectly handsome face, and the pure pupils and bewitching eyes are wonderfully fused into a very beautiful style, thin lips, and the color is as light as water. Dressed in white, the face of the charming beings only showed a sickly paleness, but it always revealed a noble and elegant temperament, matching his long and slender figure.
Even the Doctor of Death was amazed, it was a pity that he was so handsome that he didn't live long, but the Doctor of Death was the number one doctor in the world, and at a glance, he could conclude that this person was riddled with diseases.
"Well said, but—" Doctor Death rolled his eyes.
As soon as the man raised his hand, the person behind him immediately opened a box full of cash.
"It's just the second mercenary group in Northern Europe, the second mercenary group in South America who wants your life." The doctor of death saw the cash and said it directly.
Glancing at this somewhat sick man, it was not a mediocre person who could make these two mercenary groups go out together.
"Thank you for informing me." The sick man put another bank card.
The Death Doctor smiled, picked up the money and was about to leave, stopping when he walked to the door, "You have a very good appetite for me, if you can survive, you might as well go and heal your body as soon as possible!" ”
"Big brother, can you believe this?" The person who asked the question turned out to be the master of ceremonies, but the current master of ceremonies was full of solemnity.
Ximen Muchen and Nangong Duxue were also among them, and at this time, Zhan Chenyi also came in.
"What's wrong?" Zhan Chenyi looked at the solemn question in the room.
Nangong Duxue told what had happened before.
"Is the information reliable?" Zhan Chenyi looked at the sick man and said.
"It should be true." The sick man looked at Zhan Chenyi, and there was no one behind him: "I thought you could bring your younger brother and sister to me to see!" ”
"In the afternoon, the girl has the habit of taking a nap, so I didn't call her." Speaking of Nangong Yin, Zhan Chenyi's eyes were full of smiles.
"I really want to see what the girl who can make us Iron-Blooded Major tender looks like!!"
"There will be opportunities in the future."
Nangong Yin, who was told by Zhan Chenyi to take a nap, is now lying on the floor of the gym, and the current Nangong Yin now understands a sentence.
It's really sad that if you don't lose weight in July, you will be sad in August!!
Nangong Yin slowed down for a while and then got up.
Out of the gym, walked to his room and threw himself directly on the bed, 10 pounds, it was really a difficult process.
Nangong Yin rested for a while, and after a while, he touched the mobile phone, and as soon as he opened it, he saw the message sent by Brother Chenyi.
"Grandpa Zhao has nothing to do."
Nangong Yin turned over and made a few crying expressions.
"What's wrong? Didn't sleep? ”
After a while, Zhan Chenyi returned.
"Without me, I'm losing weight." Nangong Yin feels that she hates the words weight loss very much now.
"Why?" Zhan Chenyi was stunned when he saw the message sent by his little girlfriend.
"Because it's time for a physical test." Nangong Yin added in his heart that the instructor personally tested himself.
"Then don't skip meals, but also pay attention to your body and your stomach."
"Uh-huh."
Nangong Yin felt that she was energetic now, and sat up and leaned on the pillow.
Looking at Zhan Chenyi's words of concern for him, a smile appeared on his face.