Cold King’s Dominating Love, Genius Medical Consort

Undoubtedly, this ruffian and naughty playboy bully is none other than Long Xiaoze who loves to join in the fun.

The other leading dude was also dressed in a luxurious white brocade robe, but he looked like a rogue, rough and unruly, with dark skin. He looked like a vulgar, arrogant and wild childe.

And behind these two dandies stood a group of dog legs, each of them seemed to follow the master's son, one group was the image of hooligans, and the other group was the image of bullies with their nostrils turned upside down.

However, the group of people with their nostrils upturned obviously didn't pay attention to those people who were fooling around, or they just regarded them as passersby watching the theater, completely ignoring them.

Also because of this, Long Xiaoze acted as if no one was around, and brought his subordinates to stand at the nearest place where the incident happened.

One elbow was resting on the shoulder of a dog leg, the other hand was slowly shaking a folding fan, standing lazily and obliquely, with a smiling and harmless smile on his face, as if he was looking for a good show .

However, anyone who knows Long Xiaoze knows that if there is a good show going on, if he doesn't intervene, it will be abnormal.

The reason why Long Xiaoze was watching the show was because between the two groups of them, there was a pair of miserable father and daughter lying on the ground and kneeling on the ground.

Beside the two father and daughter was a pair of trampled bamboo baskets, and all the vegetables in the bamboo baskets rolled out, leaving a mess of rotten vegetables on the ground.

Looking at the situation, it is obvious that the two poor father and daughter have offended one of the two parties, and now the two parties seem to be fighting.

This time there is a free show to watch.

Qingling rested his arms on the window sill, and a look of interest flashed in his eyes: "Little Lingzi, if you say that these two teams fight, who will win?"

Before Mu Ziling could open his mouth, Qingling's eyes lit up suddenly, and he became very interested: "Why don't we make a bet?"

"Bet?" Mu Ziling blinked, and was immediately aroused, she asked amusedly, "What do you want to bet?"

Qingling rolled her eyes and said with a vow: "If I win, you can tell me how you improved your martial arts while sleeping lazily in the stalactite cave. If you win, I will do something for you. I will do whatever you ask me to do, no matter whether it is murder or arson, I will do it, how about it?"

In order to be lazy, this girl really went all out... Looking at the innocent little girl in front of her, Mu Ziling secretly felt funny.

"That's it..." Mu Ziling thought with embarrassment on his face, and then nodded reluctantly after a long while: "It will be done!"

Immediately, Qingling smiled slyly, and said in a very confident tone: "Hey, then I bet that the black team will win. They are all strong and strong, and they are big guys from the frontier."

That dark-skinned son Mu Ziling didn't know, but I have to say that Qing Ling's eyesight is still very accurate, and the description is very apt. The team looks really big, like a reckless man, and is of strength.

Compared to Long Xiaoze's team, although they are not inferior in momentum, they are all thin-skinned and fleshy, with slender arms and legs. In front of those big guys, they look like they can only be suppressed and picked up.

However, if you want to say that Long Xiaoze, a troublemaker who is afraid of chaos in the world, will make him suffer a little bit, then he is not called a bully.

Mu Ziling folded his arms around his chest, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, he pouted at the group of people below Long Xiaoze with great interest, as if he had suffered a disadvantage: "You picked all the powerful black people in that team , then I can only bet that the white team wins."

Mu Ziling's frustrating appearance that seemed to lose at the first bet made Qing Ling more confident that he would win.

But watch the street.

At this moment, the elderly father seemed to have just been kicked in the middle of the abdomen, clutching his stomach in pain, his face was pale, bloodshot from the corner of his mouth, he bent down and fell to the ground holding back, still begging for mercy.

The little girl was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a pretty face, but at this moment she was almost lying on her elderly father's body and weeping like pear blossoms and rain.

"Father, daddy...how are you? Dad, woo woo..." The little girl was crying out of breath, and the tears seemed to be opened and couldn't be stopped no matter what.

She turned around suddenly, kept kowtowing to the big boy, and begged in a hissing voice: "I beg... Please let my father go, we didn't bump into you on purpose, please..."

"Let him go?" Brother Young Master asked repeatedly, as if he had heard a good joke, he looked up to the sky and laughed, and asked the servants behind him: "This damn old man can't walk long enough and bumped into this son. Dirty my son's shoes, what do you think should I do?"

"Losing money!"

"What's the point of losing money? Let him kneel down and lick it clean!"

"What you said is wrong, let him lick it clean first, and then lose money..."

All of a sudden, the son-in-law's son-in-law was eager to give advice.

A group of people chattered, Long Xiaoze, who just came to join in the fun, listened quietly from the side, and understood what was going on.

After understanding clearly, Long Xiaoze rolled his peach blossom eyes, and immediately there was a calculation in his eyes, and then he whispered a few words in the ear of his subordinate who was resting on his shoulders.

The subordinate was very excited when he heard it, and immediately got the order, and then retreated back silently, and went to work.

But at this moment, a dog leg behind the young master, with wicked eyebrows and mouse eyes, whispered in his ear flatteringly: "My lord, take a closer look, this little girl from the Central Plains is so tender, juicy, and delicate, why don't you take me with you?" Go back and be the ninth concubine for the son of the world."

I heard that the elder son just lowered his noble eyes, and glanced at the little girl on the ground who was crying so pitifully. He seemed very satisfied, and he nodded with a smile: "Well, yes, that's a good idea."

Then, he rubbed his chin lewdly, and gave the little girl a rascally smile: "Little beauty, as long as you become my concubine, I will be magnanimous and let this dead old man go, how about it?"

This elder son seems to be a very upright gentleman, with a look that is easy to discuss.

"No—" The little girl turned pale with fright, and took a step back. She looked at her father who was still vomiting blood with a painful face, and tears fell even more fiercely.

After a pause, the little girl seemed to have made up her mind, her mouth choked a few times, and then she spoke intermittently: "Okay...okay, as long as you let my father go, I...I will go with you..."

The old father grabbed the little girl's arm and said in a trembling voice, "No, Xiao Lian, dad is fine... Even if dad doesn't want this old life, he won't let you go with them."

The elderly father knew very well that with such a big man in front of him, if his daughter followed him, she would be ruined and died, so he was unwilling to say anything.

And at this time, the elder son had already stretched out his big dark hand, ready to touch the little girl's white and tender face.

Seeing this, the elderly father didn't know where the strength came from, and he directly protected his daughter behind him, begging for mercy with a desolate face: "My lord, it was the old man who didn't have long eyes and bumped into you. You can do whatever you want, please. You spare my daughter."

"Father, don't!" The little girl cried miserably.

The elderly father panted, patted the little girl's hand, and comforted him: "Little Lian, you heard from my father that this old life of my father will not last for a few years, so death is not a pity, but you—"

Before the elderly father finished speaking, he was interrupted by an angry voice.

"Damn old man, it is a blessing that this son has cultivated in several lifetimes to see her. Don't toast and refuse to eat fine wine, just go away." One foot is about to kick the elderly father again.

However, at this moment, a voice that seemed to others to be looking for death came faintly.

I saw Long Xiaoze drooping his shoulders lazily, fanning his folding fan, his eyes swept around the two people on the ground and the elder son: "Oh! I thought something happened, the noisy, it turned out to be Robbing women in broad daylight... such a good thing, if you don't count me as a young master, how can I do it?"

What he said did not directly scare the father and daughter on the ground. One bully was enough, but now another one is coming, what is this all about?

Qing Ling, who was watching the play upstairs, saw Long Xiaoze standing up without fear of death, she immediately widened her eyes, triumphantly said: "Xiao Lingzi, the white team you bet on is too fearless of death, even dare to face the clamor, and is not afraid Being slapped to death by those big guys... Hee hee, it looks like I'm going to win early."

Mu Ziling glanced at Qingling helplessly, then glanced at Long Xiaoze who stood up below, and sighed, but didn't respond.

As everyone knows, Mu Ziling looks calm and helpless, but the emotions full of interest are shown in his eyes.

I hope that the little girl Qingling won't be so surprised by Long Xiaoze's behavior that the troublemaker will roll her eyes later.

On the other hand, on the street.

After Long Xiaoze finished speaking, he ignored the expressions on the faces of those people who were still unresponsive to his sudden words, and directly greeted the subordinates behind him on his own initiative: "Come on, I want all the old and young masters. Bring them all back to the mansion."

"Where did this bastard come from? How dare you rob someone in front of our elder son!" A big man behind that elder son suddenly stood up.

The elder son put away his feet that hadn't been kicked out yet, seeing Long Xiaoze's luxurious dress embroidered with dragons and phoenixes, he still had a bit of discernment, and felt that Long Xiaoze must also be a person of some status.

So, he snatched the heavy hammer held by one of his subordinates behind him, raised it high and shook it, and said with a sneer, "Dare to rob someone with me? Report your name."

"What kind of persimmon? How dare you not even know me." Long Xiaoze spat, as if he was not threatened at all. He waved his fan and motioned to a subordinate behind him: "You, tell this mutated black persimmon, little one." Who am I?"

That subordinate took a step forward with a serious expression on his face, this little dog leg is also a master who is not afraid of death.

He cleared his throat, and introduced grandly: "Hei Shizi, listen up, this is Mr. Long who everyone loves, who can run when the carriage sees flowers, and who will run by himself! "

Long Xiaoze's subordinates hadn't even finished speaking yet, the eldest son of the eldest son was accused of being black, and suddenly flew into a rage...