The special genius doctor of the beautiful president

"Ning Bao, don't push yourself too hard!" Ning Hai couldn't help but threaten, as if he forgot that he was under the control of others, and at the same time he was not Ning Bao's opponent. Such prestige was just asking for humiliation.

But maybe this is because caring makes chaos. After all, he still couldn't resist the warmth that had been frozen in his heart for a long time. This kind of deja vu scene reminded him of the way that old woman was when she was still alive. I don't live with this face.

"Among all of them, you are the least qualified to say that." Ning Bao satirized Ning Hai without raising his eyelids, knowing who it was without looking.

"Whether he is qualified or not is up to me, it's none of your business!" Ning Bingning kept Ning Hai on her lips, but in fact she was a little complicated in her heart. What Ning Hai did before was really chilling. , and now the sudden warm heart, is it really from the heart, or do you have other plans?

In fact, I really don't blame Ning Bingning's conspiracy theory. It's because Ning Hai has a lot of criminal records, and at the same time, he hasn't given them any sense of trust. Since his great-grandmother passed away more than ten years ago, everyone has known that guy's indifference. But he refused to listen, and could only let him go.

"Bing Ning..." Ning Hai was also a little surprised that Ning Bingning would protect her, thinking that she would also be insulted like Ning Bao. After all, this girl's mouth is never forgiving, especially for those who Those who hate people don't know how to write the word merciful.

Regarding this point, he was also very helpless, but he could only let her go. After all, after so long, he thought she had changed, but he didn't want to just hide this side of himself, presumably for An Rou's sake, Who would have imagined, but he was forced to reveal his true form again.

"You bastard, it's just a crime. Ever since Lanmei died, you haven't had a good day, but you yourself are suffering, and you can't bring people who care about you to do the same. It's really unfair to them. It's too cruel." A group of members of the Presbyterian Church around him couldn't help shaking their heads.

They have all noticed Ning Hai's behavior for so long, not because they never thought of asking him to correct it, but they also saw that preaching is useless at all. The corrected person has passed away, and what other people say to him is nothing but deaf ears.

"In fact, I know all about it. I also thought about easing up the relationship with them, and even thinking about changing myself, but in the end, it was futile..." After finishing speaking, Ning Hai couldn't help but sighed deeply, with a face full of shame. with remorse.

With such an attitude, how can people continue to blame him cruelly?Everyone looked at him like this, but they could only shake their heads and sigh. They didn't say anything more, and continued to pay attention to the mother and daughter in the field.

Unlike the fierce battle between Ning Bingning and Ning Bao, which made people feel up and down, An Rou did not move for the time being. The only change was that she stood outside the blood formation. After a week of patrolling, she was Gently caressing his little hand, his eyes were closed tightly, as if he was feeling something in his heart.

After a brief observation just now, she found that although there are some discrepancies between this formation and what was recorded in the ancient books, after all, it is a very old thing, even if it is restored by someone, there will still be some differences. The setter's own style is in it.

And this is indeed in line with Ning Bao's careful thinking. He didn't eliminate the resentment of the undead on all the blood, but he didn't forget to stimulate them from time to time, as if it was what he wanted most to keep the blood formation fierce. The important thing is indeed as he thought now, this blood formation is no longer as simple as a formation.

Although it is not so complicated to have one's own thoughts, there are still some fresh places in the end, such as the extremely strong resentment. If ordinary people are in it, they will be affected at the first time, and then release themselves. All the negative energy accumulated in the bottom of my heart was finally swallowed by this abyss and became the nourishment of this formation.

But now the person trapped in it is Lu Sen. In principle, there is not much to find out about the ghost knife he owns, not to mention that he himself is in the state of using the most essential power of the ghost knife. , so he didn't feel uncomfortable, but more excited.

It was the buzzing sound from the blade in his hand, and Lu Sen fulfilled the wish of the wraiths in the ghost sword, releasing them, allowing them to absorb the power in the blood array at will, to strengthen themselves, it is completely fighting With the same idea as Ning Bao, Ning Bao wanted to use Lu Sen to strengthen his blood formation, but he didn't want to be used by Lu Sen instead.

"Are you satisfied so soon? If that's the case, shouldn't it be time to come back?" Lu Sen narrowed his eyes slightly, and his muscles tensed up. Resentful spirits who want to materialize remind.

Of course, he didn't naively think that they would listen to him, and even prepared to be attacked, but Lu Sen did not forget to make the last struggle, "Don't forget what I promised you before, as long as you It’s over, if you find a suitable opportunity, I will definitely help you realize your long-cherished wish, and return your souls to clarity and peace.”

After finishing speaking, Lu Sen waited quietly for the next move of the group of undead. Both sides seemed to be probing, sizing up, and considering whether the promise given by the other party was true or not, and whether it was worth trusting. What Lu Sen didn't know was actually After absorbing their souls, the ghost knife in his hand has something like a contract, no matter what, they have to go back.

But they didn't want to let go of such an opportunity to deceive Lu Sen. The previous host knew something about the ghost knife, but Lu Sen's understanding of the ghost knife was not so deep. It just stayed on the surface. The functions have yet to be discovered, but Lu Sen has to keep in mind that the previous masters of this ghost knife have all died, and they all died at the hands of the ghost knife.

"Huh, it actually weakened. Could it be that he found something inside? Or did he do something?" Opening her eyes suddenly, she removed her little hand that was placed on the surface of the blood formation. An Rou's eyes were full of astonishment. I had a faint expectation for Lu Sen in my heart.

And Ning Bao, who was setting up the formation, felt it even more strongly. He clearly sensed that the resentment he had worked so hard to accumulate for so long had disappeared in the formation. Sen related.