Chapter 2107: What are you doing

"Yeah, I didn't expect it to be them again this time. This white blood tissue is simply frantic."
Xu Mo followed with a sigh and vomited, "Before, they first targeted the president, but now the president doesn't know where he went, they came to target you again, Madam, I don't think this white blood organization will let it go."
"Damn it! Is there something wrong with this organization?"
Tang Nuanhua couldn't help yelling, and he almost hated this white blood organization in his heart.
She wondered whether the head of this white blood organization was pretty funny? When did she and Li Jingyi become the thorns of the white blood tissue?
If before, because of Song Yijun's existence, the two sides had some contradictions, at least there are reasons to follow.
But this time?
Song Yijun has been dead for 800 years. Tang Nuanhua and Li Jingyi are not familiar with the white blood organization. Is it necessary for this organization to come to the door again and again?
Are they brain disabled?
"amount……"
Xu Mo couldn't speak for a moment when he heard Tang Nuan's cursing.
I had no choice but to nod, "I don't know where these grievances came from, but now it's done, Madam Young, it's better to calm down."
"Quite? I can't calm down!"
Such a big hatred, if Tang Nuan's painting can calm down casually, it would be really funny.
She couldn't wait to immediately pull up all the members of this white blood organization one by one and beat them up a hundred times, okay?
Of course, this can only be thought of in Tang Nuan's paintings. If you really want to deal with this white blood tissue, you still have to take it step by step.
"Forget it, let's go back to the topic, continue to talk about Dong Xiaoxiang, I have to understand her problem first."
Tang Nuan painting finally calmed himself down for a while, and then let the topic go back, "So what you mean is that Dong Xiaoxiang and the lame who adopted her are all white blood organizations now?"
"Well, it can be understood that way."
Xu Mo nodded and said again, "But no one knows how she and the are now. They haven't heard from them for a long, long time. Some are just that Dong Xiaoxiang has been undercover for so many years. Information. If you guessed it correctly, I guess they are now completely white blood tissue people."
After all, if it wasn't for the white blood organization, why would Dong Xiaoxiang work so hard for them?
"okay, I get it."
Tang Nuanhua nodded, and finally knew what was going on.
At least now, they won't bump into them like headless flies.
"Go, follow me to the police station!"
Suddenly, Tang Nuan said in a powerful voice, and he walked out quickly.
"Hey, Nuan Painting, don't worry." Lin Nanxiang, Chu Chen, and Xu Mo had a meal, and then a few people immediately followed in the footsteps of Tang Nuan's painting.
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Half an hour later, the police station.
Because Tang Nuanhua had previously ordered friends in the bureau to help, and don't convict Dong Xiaoxiang for the time being, Dong Xiaoxiang is still locked in the small black room, safe and sound.
Except for a person who squatted here for a few days, everyone was a little stubborn, but the others were fine.
However, at the moment when the heavy iron door of the little black room was opened, Dong Xiaoxiang still raised his eyes hopefully, the light of hope reflected in his eyes.
But such a faint starlight disappeared instantly when it was clearly seen that the person was painting by Tang Nuan.
It's like a person who has been hungry for several days and finally saw the delicious food, but when the food came closer, it turned out to be a pile of shit, which instantly made people lose their appetite.
"Huh, what are you doing?"
With a cold snort from his nose, Dong Xiaoxiang quickly moved his gaze away from Tang Nuan's painted face, and continued to look hollowly towards the dark corner, and at the same time, he gave mercilessly to the little sparkling that had finally risen in his heart. Pinch out.
Tang Nuan was also painting at this time, and walked in with Lin Nanxiang and others.
The police helped at this time and turned on the light in the small black room. Tang Nuan painted instantly saw an extremely clear but very embarrassed face.
Dong Xiaoxiang stayed here. He hadn't closed his eyes for several days and nights. Naturally, he couldn't get any better.
But she didn't mind her appearance of being neither human nor ghost, but also scorned the appearance of Tang Nuan's paintings.
Inexplicably, Tang Nuan's painting suddenly felt a little ridiculous.
There is no good attitude to Dong Xiaoxiang at all. Tang Nuanhua directly sneered and asked, "Xiaoxiang, how have you been here these past few days? Are you comfortable?"
This sentence is obviously a mockery, and Dong Xiaoxiang is still not inaudible.
She thought silently in her heart that if she stayed in this place, she would be going crazy, even if she was not crazy, she would be driven out of neurosis, how could she get better?
However, Dong Xiaoxiang did not bother to show weakness in front of Tang Nuan's paintings.
She gritted her teeth and still snorted coldly, "Tang Nuan painting, since you have already come, you can see clearly what is the situation with me, so there is no need to ask these nonsense, right?"
"Forget it, anyway, I'm already in your hands now. If you want to kill or slash, I will listen to you, right?"
He said so, but Dong Xiaoxiang's attitude was clear and arrogant.
It seemed that he didn't take his life seriously, as long as he didn't show weakness in his momentum, Dong Xiaoxiang wouldn't care.
If you really want to die, then you die. Anyway, she thought to herself, she was just a fate, and it was nothing to be a pity.
But don’t want the next moment, Tang Nuan’s painting was not angry. Instead, he chuckled and asked,
Yes, it’s nothing to be a pity if you are such a life-saving person, but if I really kill you What should I do if the lame man in your family makes trouble for me?"
"what did you say?"
As soon as Tang Nuan's painting voice fell, Dong Xiaoxiang squinted his eyes, looking at Tang Nuan's face with a strange expression.
Tang Nuanhua didn't mind reminding it again, "I said, if you die in my hands, I am very worried that your lame brother will come to me for revenge, Dong Xiaoxiang, are you right?"
"You shut up, he is not a lame, my master is not a lame!"
Suddenly, Dong Xiaoxiang became excited.
She stared at Tang Nuan's painting angrily, as if Tang Nuan's painting touched a certain inverse scale in her heart, and suddenly the whole person became irritable.
If it weren't for her hands and feet to be locked, she would definitely rush to Tang Nuan's paintings to make Tang Nuan's paintings look good!
And Tang Nuan's painting also felt the importance of Dong Xiaoxiang's so-called "master", that is, the lame man, to Dong Xiaoxiang through Dong Xiaoxiang's excited emotions.