God-level choice: Angry married fat girl dowry 5000 million

Chapter 316 I want his life!

Xu Anliang chuckled: "It's too late to know now."

He walked towards Zuoqiu step by step, every step he took made Zuoqiu feel scared.

Zuoqiu could immediately feel the aura of death around him, and he said with a trembling voice, "You, can you...let me go?"

Zuoqiu is in the country, and his status in Shangjing can be regarded as high-ranking, so he doesn't want to just die like this.

Obviously just now he thought Xu Anliang was just an ordinary person, but everything changed too quickly.

Xu Anliang sneered: "It's late!"

He came to Zuoqiu with a blank expression on his face, and immediately picked him up with his hands.

No one can heal the fist that Zhi Yu had just twisted from Zuo Qiu's body, not even Wang Yishou.

It was broken by his internal force.

But Xu Anliang would not treat him at all.

"Great God, Dr. Xu, Boss Xu, please forgive me. It's my fault that I don't know Taishan. It's all my fault! If you forgive me, I will be willing to be a cow or a horse! "Zuoqiu now completely lost his former air, kneeling on the ground with a plop.

People, you still have to bow your head in the face of death.

Wang Yishou did not expect that Zuoqiu, who was so triumphant in the past and was sought after by thousands of people, is now even worse than a dog.

Tell it, I'm afraid no one will believe it.

Seeing his appearance, Xu Anliang suddenly said: "Huh? It seems that I don't want to kill you anymore."

"Cultivator, do you know?"

After all, if you kill this person, you want to dirty your hands
Xu Anliang didn't want to get his hands dirty.

Leaving this person alive is just enough for him to report back.

Zuoqiu asked in disbelief: "Are you a cultivator?"

He originally thought that if Xu Anliang really let him go, he would find someone to kill Xu Anliang.

But if Xu Anliang was a cultivator, let alone a master of martial arts, even the elders of their Wudang sect would not dare to offend easily.

The strength of a cultivator is not something ordinary people can bear.

For example, a martial arts master can only kill a thousand ordinary warriors in a row, but a cultivator can continue to kill.

"Well, yes, I'll let you go back and tell Lang Guangjiang that I'll take his life." Xu Anliang said softly.

"Okay, okay! No problem! I will definitely tell him!" After saying that, Zuoqiu stood up and ran out quickly.

He ran to a corner and made sure Xu Anliang hadn't caught up before he stopped.

Zuoqiu gritted his teeth: "Damn Lang Guangjiang! Almost killed me!"

If you offend anyone, you can't offend a cultivator, and the power of a cultivator is beyond comparison for people like them. '

If he is really offended, the whole Wudang Mountain will be affected.

There are not many practitioners in China, and they can be counted on one hand.

Wang Yishou was also very surprised by Xu Anliang's identity. He had indeed heard of the name of a cultivator before, but he had never seen it before.

I didn't expect my master to be a practitioner.

"Yes, cultivators, and those who are related to me are their blessings."

After all, Xu Anliang turned around and entered the company, and ordered someone to bring Gong Rongsen in for treatment.

"Go in quickly, the mayor is still waiting."

At this time, the mayor and Secretary Liu were sitting on the sofa. When Xu Anliang came, the mayor immediately stood up.

Xu Anliang said: "Mayor, take off your pants and clothes."

"Okay." The mayor took off his clothes and pants.

Xu Anliang took out a silver needle and aimed at the acupoints on the mayor's waist. The mayor's waist was blocked and the veins needed to be re-opened.

It's just that the process was a bit painful, and gradually, blood began to flow out. The mayor gritted his teeth tightly, and his whole body began to tremble a little.

"Well, it's alright."

After Xu Anliang took out the silver needle and sterilized it, he inserted it into the back of the mayor's neck.

Dong Sinian's Wang Yishou next to him looked very carefully, he didn't even dare to blink his eyes.

Xu Anliang looked like an ordinary needle, but he combined the emperor's needling method and the Tai Chi five-element needling method. The combination of these two acupuncture methods really played a very good role.

After the injection was finished, Xu Anliang pulled out the needle and asked, "Mayor, how do you feel?"

The mayor stood up, took a few steps, and said in surprise, "It's amazing! I feel a lot better."

Xu Anliang nodded and packed up the silver needles. "You are too thin, eat more protein and exercise more."

"Ok."

After hearing what Xu Anliang said, the mayor planned to run downstairs every day, or go to the gym for a good workout.

Wang Yidu said next to him: "Mayor, if you come to see my master for medical treatment in the future, the medical fee will not be cheap."

Let’s not talk about Xu Anliang’s acupuncture skills on the mayor. Let’s talk about Xu Anliang’s skills. The consultation fee is quite expensive.

The mayor suddenly realized: "Yes, tell me quickly, how much is the consultation fee?"

Xu Anliang shook his head and did not intend to charge his consultation fee.

"No money needed."

"That's no good, you saved my life just now, how can you not want money." The mayor said.

Xu Anliang inexplicably became serious, and said seriously: "Mayor, you have done too much for Tianyu City. You are the one who has driven the thorns in Tianyu City. As a citizen of Tianyu City, how can I ask for your money? If you If you give me money like this, I will be angry because you don't treat me as a friend."

The mayor was very happy after hearing what he said, and he couldn't close his mouth with joy.

To be friends with a person like Xu Anliang is really lucky for three lives.

In Biyuan community, the Xu family.

Mo Ting just moved into a new house some time ago, but she has been unhappy.

Xu Guohong didn't know why she was always like this. Moving into a new house should be a very happy thing.

But he was afraid that Mo Ting would be angry, so he never dared to ask.

Today, Mo Ting finally spoke out.

"Tell me, do we want to tell our son the truth?"

Of course Xu Guohong knew what she was talking about, and said: "Oh, he is our good son, and there are so many houses, the rest of our lives will just take the rent money. What are you worrying about these things?"

The Xu family has always been poor. If it weren't for Xu Anliang, they would never have a good life.

"But, but" Mo Ting sighed in her heart. "Should we enjoy the blessing of a son? All this belongs to the son, not ours."

Ever since they moved to their new home, Mo Ting has been a little unhappy, and she has always kept one thing in her heart. Their card has money from their son, and they may not be able to spend it all in the rest of their lives.

Mo Ting is not afraid of picking up the money, but what she fears most is losing Xu Anliang, her son.

This is her only child!
"You're right. We can't keep it a secret. If our son found out about it from someone else or inadvertently, then he should blame us." Xu Guohong was also very helpless about this matter.

(End of this chapter)