pet? Do not care! A real daughter, she is obsessed with cultivating immortality

This time was the third medicated bath, and the second one took place not long after returning to China.

That medicinal bath was also taken when the old man was not very sober, but this time, he took it when he was completely sober.

Shi Qi turned to face Mr. Ning with a smile and said, "Old man, tell me quietly if you're afraid of this? If you're afraid, you'll cry. It's okay. I understand."

Although Mr. Ning was not very conscious at the time, he could still feel the pain, and he already knew it in his heart.

It really hurt like hell, but how could he show cowardice in front of this angry little guy.

He rolled his eyes a little, obviously very disdainful.

It seems to be saying, come here.

Shi Qi exaggeratedly pretended to be very surprised and pretended not to understand.

"Ah, are you saying you're scared? Oh, be good, old man. The treatment will be over in just a moment. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid~"

She said and touched the old man's forehead.

Ning Zhenhai:......

It makes him angry.

Ning Zhengrong really wanted to send such a weirdo to piss him off to death!

Ning Zhenhai didn't dare to put his murderous eyes on Shi Qi, for fear that she would make up things again, so he could only stare at Ning Zhengrong.

Ning Zhengrong turned away and looked at his phone, pretending not to notice.

Ning Zhenhai: Even more angry.

Shi Qi raised the corners of his mouth and covered his mouth: "Oh, it doesn't matter if I touched the old man's Heavenly Bodhisattva."

Ning Zhengrong saw that the more deflated the old man was, the happier he became.

He comforted: "It's okay, this is also for the old man's psychological construction."

The two of them sang together, while Ning Zhenhai could only lie on the bed, unable to say a word.

Ning Zhenhai: He’s not kidding if he wants to die.

Ning Zhenhai's eyes were as wide as copper bells. He looked at the short man in front of him and ordered him to put him into the medicinal bath bucket like a dumpling.

Shi Qi said again: "Be patient, it's a little painful."

Ning Zhenhai looked calm and ignored the pain at all.

"If you can't help it, my uncle will come to pick you up. When the time comes, I won't be able to stop you."

Ning Zhenhai looked confused.

Then he entered the medicinal bath tub. It didn't hurt at first, which made Ning Zhenhai wonder if it was an illusion that it was so ventilated the previous two times.

But just before he could be thankful for a long time, the familiar pain came up again.

Burning like fire from the inside out, Ning Zhenhai's eyes were open and bloodshot.

His hands were tightly holding the sides of the barrel, veins popping out.

His back molars were clenched tightly, and a lot of cold sweat broke out on his forehead after a while.

If possible, he would like to bite off the base of his tongue and die, but the chance of death is too small and it will only add to the pain in vain.

But the voice in his heart kept urging him to bite the base of his tongue and fight off the pain with pain.

It hurt, it hurt so much that he wanted to die immediately.

The pain left him with no strength to even shout.

Everything in the body seemed to be being smashed and reorganized over and over again.

He really wanted to show an expression of pain, but when he saw an angry little guy looking at him with his arms folded, he could not change his expression even though he gritted his teeth.

This made Shi Qi couldn't help but sigh, as expected of the old man of the Ning family, most people would have been struggling in pain for a long time.

But unfortunately...

No matter how strong Ning Zhenhai's willpower was, his body still couldn't bear it.

The pain made his consciousness begin to blur, his vision became drowsy, everything around him began to turn black, and the sounds he heard began to blur.

It would be dangerous if he just fainted from the pain.

That would most likely mean that he failed.

I was afraid I would die if I slept this way.

Ning Zhenhai's consciousness became more and more drowsy, but the pain also weakened, which made him want to fall asleep completely.

It's so painful that I can't think anymore, I rely on my thoughts to support myself.

The scene in front of me is getting darker and darker, and only a faint light can be seen.

Until a vague voice sounded in my ears.

It's still a familiar formula, with a playful tone added to the words that deserve a beating.

"Mr. Ning? Isn't it right? You can't do this, right?"

"Mr. Ning? Are you going to die if you can't hold on? Oh my, what can I do? I've killed another person, oh my!"

Ning Zhenhai was perked up by her whirring voice.

What does it mean to kill another person?

Shi Qi opened her phone and showed it to the old man.

"Old man, if you die, I will take care of your funeral arrangements! Tell me, what kind of urn do you want? Is it this tycoon-style urn with diamonds, or this Barbie pink urn with bows? Hey, eh, Or this Instagram style? What about the coffin? How about using Instagram style for the coffin?"

"Old man, please don't die first. Hurry up and make your choice. I will give you a great deal!"

"How about I make the running water mat a success for you? Do you want to burn more paper money and gold ingots for you later?"

"Old man, answer me, it's urgent, dear~"

Ning Zhenhai:......

He was in terrible pain, but he still held on and cursed: "You, come here, shut up!"

"Oh, this matter can't be delayed. You are going to die soon. I will cure you to death now. What if your ghost haunts me in the future? You are Mr. Ning, I can't kill you. "

"I will give you a good life and take care of your funeral arrangements."

"Do you want to eat Australian lobster at your wedding banquet? Or...or Eastern Star Spot? As for wine, how about the 1982 red wine? I like them all, and I haven't drank red wine yet."

Ning Zhenhai listened to Shi Qi's words. Although he didn't listen to everything, just one sentence could make him very angry.

He couldn't hold it in any longer and said again: "I'm still here. I'm not dead yet, so you just have to worry about me..."

"Are you thinking about eating it?"

Shi Qi said hurriedly: "Come on, it won't make any difference if you die early or later."

Ning Zhenhai:......

"You're dreaming!"

Shi Qi pouted.

The darkness in Ning Zhenhai's eyes faded a bit, and he continued to grit his teeth and endure the pain.

He must survive.

She also wants to eat lobster and abalone, she is dreaming!

Shi Qi turned to Ning Zhengrong, pointed at Mr. Ning and said, "He can't hold on any longer. Isn't he destined to die? How about we talk about what to eat at his table?"

Ning Zhengrong had a rare moment of pity for Ning Zhenhai.

But he also understood that Shi Qi's behavior made Ning Zhenhai sober up.

Shifting your attention can help relieve pain.

Ordinary things cannot divert Mr. Ning's attention.

But Shi Qi's ancestor was different.

Ning Zhenhai listened to the two people discussing his funeral.

All the shrouds are covered.

He heard Shi Qi say: "If you ask me, the shroud should be made according to my vision. It's bright red and green. It looks festive!"

No, is his death something to be happy about?

Ning Zhengrong, who was led by Shi Qi, also suggested in a disgraceful way: "How about this flower fairy suit? Although it is a bit novel, it will definitely have a unique flavor when worn by the old man."