Chapter 1611: : The means to save the world

What is Shen Qingwu's identity?
That is the leader of the world's largest gang of beggars.
As the saying goes, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes.
Wherever there are rivers and lakes, there are beggars.
The result of this kind of introduction is that where there are people, there are beggars and gangs, so there is no such person as Shen Qingwu, who is not found by the beggars.
At this moment, Shen Qingwu said that she could not find Li Nanfang.
Does it mean that Li Nanfang is no longer in this world?
Just as this thought emerged in Jing Hongming's mind, a lazy voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Xiao Ming, did you say that guy is dead?"
Hearing Shen Qingwu's words, Jing Hong almost tilted his nose, and instantly forgot the horror of the woman opposite, and said coldly: "Nonsense. Whoever dies, that stinky kid will not die. You can't find anyone. ----Uh."
Director Jing Hong stopped abruptly, looked at the phone in his hand, and fell into a strange silence.
After five full seconds.
Jing Hongming blinked, trying to break the silence with an apologetic word, but the result was a sorrowful cry from the opposite side that broke out first.
"Jing Hongming, you have no conscience! I serve you at home every day, and you are still not satisfied when you have three children. You scold me for such a trivial matter. Well, you scold me, I let you Show me death. Ooooooo----"
The cry was miserable, like a heartbreak.
Jing Hongming didn't feel the slightest pain, on the contrary, his whole body was erected, and his scalp was about to explode.
Shen Qingwu's woman is not really as weak and pitiful as she was when she made a phone call. If she doesn't have a way to stabilize her, God knows if she will lift the roof of Director Jing Hong's house.
It's all the trouble that Li Nanfang caused to Laozi!
Jing Hongming cursed fiercely in his heart, he was about to speak when reorganizing the language.
But as a result, Shen Qingwu took the initiative to hang up.
"I would rather eat three kilograms of soil, not to provoke Shen Qingwu."
This sentence circulated back and forth in Jing Hongming's mind like a curse.
Shen Qingwu who received Jing Hongming's curse for some reason was a little annoyed at the moment.
Of course, the reason for her irritation was definitely not that Jing Hongming dared to scold her, or she would not cry on the phone pretending to be a widow after being scolded again.
Shen Qingwu, who has the pure blood of the ancient family, is so arrogant that she won't get mad at someone's unintentional loss.
At best, it is just to hang up the phone to make people feel the inexplicable tension.
You must know that to deal with any one of Longteng's people in December is to pay a high price. It is hundreds of times more difficult to molest them than to kill them directly.
Therefore, Shen Qingwu really didn't want to trick Director Jinghong.
The reason why she hung up the phone was because she saw the elder of the Beggar Gang in Qingshan City and hurriedly walked to her.
"Helper, we have a brother who is crazy."
The elders didn't need to talk nonsense, and just said the most pressing issues.
Shen Qingwu's leisurely attitude instantly weakened a little, and she straightened up and looked into the distance.
The stupid little beggar whirled on the spot with the support of his companions and was dragged away after ensuring that the gang leader could see the status of this guy clearly.
Shen Qingwu was silent.
She came to Qingshan for a long time, and the reason why she spent so long here was to fulfill her promise to Jing Hongming.
Throw Li Nanfang where no one can see, and stay for at least half a year.
The negotiated time point is the business crisis contact of the Southern Group. Therefore, Shen Qingwu should act on the evening of the curtain call of the International Textile Expo.
However, due to the existence of Su Yaqier, this operation had to be postponed for a day.
No one thought that Su Yaqier was gone, and Li Nanfang suddenly disappeared after encountering a young girl.
It's just looking for someone, it's not a big deal for the Beggar Gang.
Shen Qingwu all had the ability to tease Long Teng's decent presence, but it was difficult to find someone.
It happened that the disciples of the beggar gang in Qingshan scattered out, without finding a bit of news, now there is another crazy brother.
Those who can join the gang of beggars are not simply beggars.
At the very least, this beggar should be physically and mentally healthy. Even if someone is physically and mentally impaired, they must have some special skills in order to be able to gain the sight of the local elders.
The crazy brother is a normal person.
Normal people are crazy when they say they are crazy. The only explanation is that someone is operating secretly, deliberately preventing everyone from finding where Li Nanfang is.
Driving people crazy, instead of killing them directly, is nothing more than sending a signal outward.
That is to tell the people behind the little beggar, don't try to find Li Nanfang, he is not in danger. Unless, you really want him to be in danger.
Shen Qingwu really didn't care if Li Nanfang was in danger.
If the person who secretly took Li Nanfang away, if the kid were to disappear, Shen Qingwu would still feel that it was easy, and he didn't have to think about it so much.
But now it's different.
The opponent used a crazy little brother to warn her of the beggar gang leader.
How can Shen Qingwu, who has always been arrogant and disdainful of everything, easily accepts warnings from others.
"Order the brothers below, don't look for them, just keep an eye on the movements of the Southern Group and those women."
Shen Qingwu waved at the elders around him. As for how to settle down except for the unexpected helpers, she didn't need to worry about this.
The elder took the order and left.
Shen Qingwu sat down again, took out his mobile phone, pressed the number just now, and redialed it back.
"Little fate."
Jing Hongming picked up the phone, and after hearing this crunching call, he only felt a terrible headache.
If it hadn't been for the fact that Qingshan was flying away from Jinghua, it would have been impossible to fly over in a few minutes. Jing Hongming had no doubt that the woman on the other end of the phone might be standing in front of his office.
"Go ahead, what's the matter?"
If you lose, you don't lose.
No matter how fearful Shen Qingwu was, Jing Hongming couldn't take the initiative to apologize or explain any misunderstandings.
What's more, Director Jing Hong manages everything every day, and he has no time to waste his mind on this little thing.
How Shen Qingwu moves, he will do it.
Anyway, it's not that this woman has never been molested.
Only a few minutes later, Shen Qingwu took the initiative to call, which either proved that she had found Li Nanfang, or encountered irresistible trouble in the process of searching for Li Nanfang.
Jing Hongming hopes to be the former.
Unfortunately, the facts are not what he wanted.
"I need all the information about Yang Coffin."
When it comes to business affairs, Shen Qingwu will slightly temper his joke mentality.
Jing Hongming couldn't help but pay attention to her request that was obviously solemn.
"Coffin Yang? I will send you all the information. However, that girl is really nothing worth noting."
"Not before, now there is."
Shen Qingwu's grin and Jing Hongming's doubts were intertwined, and at the same time they expressed concern for someone they had never cared too much about.
At the same time, Li Nanfang is also paying attention to this person.
In the early morning, after being brought to this small bungalow by Yang Jiagu, he couldn't help living a life like a paradise.
The exquisite farmer’s meal has nothing to say about the craftsmanship, and the taste is simply not too good.
Recalling this past period of time, whether at the Duan’s house or at the Shen’s house in Seoul, what I ate every day was basically meals made by the royal chef.
There is no need to consider the bodhisattva's grilled fish under Canglong Mountain.
Longchengcheng, who had the potential to be a good wife and mother, didn't know who he learned to order takeout with, and didn't let Li Nanfang eat hot meals a few days ago.
To this day, the vegetables cooked in the large stove in the small farmyard are placed in front of Li Nanfang.
This scene unexpectedly reminded him of the scene where he was waiting for his mother to shout for dinner every day before the age of fourteen.
I have to say that under the coercion of Yang Xiao, Zhanxingshen, who has been plasticized into Yang's coffin, has made rapid progress in cooking, and perfectly implemented the king's idea, to capture the man's heart through Li Nanfang's stomach.
After the meal, Yang Xiao and Li Nanfang often have Xiliang Mountain.
After playing, the two returned to this small bungalow and sat side by side on the sofa, watching some boring TV shows.
Until night fell, Yang Xiao went to prepare dinner again.
Later, he changed into Zhanxingshen to take over the identity of Yang Gugu, and after bringing a delicious dinner into the house, Li Nanfang recovered from a certain inexplicable mentality.
"Am I a lover's life with her all day?"
Li Nanfang asked himself, he was shocked by his performance.
It is true that he has a peaceful mind all day, like a man in love.
But the problem is that when Mr. Li recalled it, he only felt that everything was like an illusion. It was as if he had become a string puppet. Whatever Yang Qigu said, he would do what the woman said.
Except for a certain aunt, I would like to ask anyone who has seen Li Nanfang sit quietly with a big beautiful woman, without moving his feet for half a day.
There seemed to be a kind of magical power in Yang Qigu, which prevented him from blasphemy.
Aware of these, Li Nanfang would of course observe Yang Gugu with a scrutiny gaze.
But after observing for a long time, there was no clue.
All the feelings at this moment are very real, especially when he subconsciously stops Yang Gugu's delicate body, and after she shows no resistance, Li Nanfang secretly smiled bitterly that he should think too much.
Does he think too much?
The answer is, definitely not.
In order to allow Li Nanfang to treat himself with the attitude of his lover, and not to make any non-discriminatory actions during the day when he was emotional, Yang Xiao made great efforts for this.
You know, turning a scumbag into an undisciplined Liu Xiahui is a thousand times more difficult than turning a chaste martyr into a rider.
Yang Xiao wants a love that her body can bear.
At the same time, she did not want Li Nanfang to lose the feeling between men and women when she was with her.
Therefore, Li Nanfang would only feel in a dream during the entire day, while Yang Xiao was suffering.
Pain and happy, that's what I mean.
So when night fell, after replacing Li Nanfang with the Zhanxingshen who could have no reservations about Li Nanfang, Li Nanfang got a real feeling, and Yang Xiao was ---- more painful.
"Why can't I be really with him? Why do I still have near-death signs that my heart bursts once I am emotional!"
Hearing the sound coming from the room, Yang Xiao thought to himself and turned to look west.
The white figure turned into a breeze and left, she just wanted to use her blood to fill the lonely and empty soul under the long night.
"No, he doesn't like seeing me murder!"
After going back and forth, Yang Xiao sat back on the big tree in front of the small bungalow in Xitou, Xiliang Village.
Just to prevent the beloved person from smelling the slightest smell of blood, a demon gave up the ravages of the world.
Who said that Li Nanfang took on the mission of saving mankind is joking.
That night Yang Xiao didn't kill anyone, it was Li Nanfang's credit.
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