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  Luobing mentioned relaxing, Xiao Bai suddenly remembered the night they went to the nightclub and got drunk together. He took a step back and said: "Boss, tonight? Forget it! I'll treat you next time."

  Luobing: "What's with the politeness? It's not like I'm treating you! Have you forgotten what we talked about last time? The brothers under me have been looking for an opportunity to thank you!"

  Bai Shaoliu: "How about another day? I really have something urgent to attend to today."

  Luobing: "Going to the hospital to see your female classmate? Don't rush tonight, go tomorrow instead. There are some things I can only help you arrange tomorrow."

  Bai Shaoliu: "What else do you want me to arrange? Don't be like Mr. Luo and cause trouble for others."

  Luobing: "As the saying goes, adversity reveals true intentions. Without trouble, how can you show off your heroic qualities? Besides, if troubles can be solved without harming others, isn't that helping people in the end? I heard some rumors, and it seems that Xin Weiping's fiancée is actually your classmate Huang Jing, who is very beautiful! Is that true?"

  Bai Shaoliu: "She's quite pretty and has a gentle disposition. Many people pursued her in college."

  Luobing: "Congratulations, it seems you're going to have a romantic encounter! You're really making revolution for the sake of chasing girls! I'm truly envious of you."

  Xiao Bai Tui's leg softened and almost twisted his ankle, today he heard this sentence for the second time, hurriedly shaking his head and bitterly smiling: "Mr. Luo just wanted me to go help and comfort that family, didn't want me to chase their daughter."

  Luobing also laughed: "It sounds a bit unpleasant to say - your fiancé just died and you took advantage of the situation. But don't forget that human emotions are simple, Xin Weiping really didn't look back, she indeed needs comfort, it's hard for others not to misunderstand if you do this. It's not that I think it's complicated, things are often like this, good feelings come from this. Before you assist people in love on orders, I'll take you out to have some fun and improve your skills."

  Bai Shaoliu: "Really thank you, I'm not being polite, today there really is something going on."

  "Alright then, I won't disturb you. It's settled for tomorrow night at the Wandering Cloud Nightclub. You can't let our brothers wait in vain, I'll come pick you up!"

  Xiao Bai really had something going on, because tonight was the seventh day that Zhuang Ru's golden wound ointment had been applied, and it was time to remove the bandage and take a look at the wound. He was busy all day and didn't even have time to eat lunch or dinner, and when he looked at the time, it was already after 8pm. Zhuang Ru must be waiting anxiously at home.

  As soon as I opened the door at home, I almost bumped into Zhuang Ru. Xiao Bai took a step back and said, "Zhuang sister, why are you standing at the door?"

  Zhuang Ru: "I heard footsteps like yours, so I came out to open the door. I didn't expect you had already opened it and come in yourself. Have you eaten dinner? The dishes I cooked have gone cold, let me heat them up for you."

  "Didn't you eat either?"

  "Been waiting for you all along, don't know when you'll be back."

  "Are you stupid? Give me a call."

  Zhuang Ru: "I'm afraid of disturbing you when you're busy at work, what's the big deal about waiting a bit longer? You go change your clothes and wash your hands quickly, I'll heat up the meal."

  Bai Shaofeng smiled: "Zhuang sister, you're clearly anxious like an ant crawling around in your heart, how can you have the mood to eat? I think we'd better not eat first, let's take a look at your wound instead."

  Zhuang Ru smiled awkwardly: "I'm really anxious, I want to take a look myself but I don't dare."

  "What's there to be afraid of? Come to the bathroom and stand in front of the mirror, I'll help you take it off!"

  Standing in front of the washbasin in the bathroom, Xiaobai washed her hands clean and gently peeled off the two band-aids on Zhuang Ru's forehead. The central medicine of the band-aid had already formed a brown hard shell, which fell off with the band-aid as soon as it was lightly applied. Looking again at the original place of the small wound, it was pink new skin, just like the normal skin surface had shed a layer of thin skin, and there was no trace of the scar!

  Zhuang Ru stared at herself in the mirror for a full five minutes, her eyes scanning every inch of her face. She was panting and had to hold onto the sink to keep from falling over. "It's really gone!" she muttered to herself, repeating it many times.

  Bai Shaofeng didn't want her to get too excited, so he interrupted: "Don't move, let me take another look. How come there are still four small areas of skin that have wrinkled and turned white on these four sides?"

  Zhuang Ru: "Hate! You clearly know that's a band-aid sticker, try sticking a piece of tape on your face for a week?"

  "Are you relieved now?"

  Zhuang Ru originally stared at the mirror, her expression shocked and excited, suddenly she sniffled and her eyes turned red, turning around and burying her head in Xiao Bai's arms, sobbing uncontrollably. Although Xiao Bai understood that she couldn't control her emotions, he could only stand there motionless and let Zhuang Ru cry it out before speaking. Zhuang Ru's arms were wrapped tightly around him, making it slightly difficult for Xiao Bai to breathe, as she buried her head in his chest, wiping away all her tears on his clothes.

  Xiaobai had no choice but to gently wrap his arms around her, patting her back in an attempt to calm her down. He glanced at the mirror and saw that on the left was a sink, behind him was a toilet, and on the right was a bathtub, with himself standing in the middle of this scene, embracing a seductive female body. Unless it was between people who were extremely close and intimate, such a scene would never occur. He suddenly felt a strange sensation, his heart becoming softer than ever before, and he lowered his head to bury his face in Zhuang Ru's hair, softly coaxing her: "Don't cry anymore, the wound from today will heal soon, your face will be completely restored, you should be happy... Sister Zhuang, I'm hungry!"

  Xiaobai persuaded Zhuang Ru for half a day, but she just cried. However, the last sentence worked, and Zhuang Ru lifted her head, wiping away tears to smile: "I forgot you haven't eaten yet, wait for me, I'll wash my face and go cook right away." This crying fit came and went suddenly, and now Xiaobai feels a warm sunshine in her heart, even though the window outside is already dark.

  A person's mood can be contagious to others, although the vast majority of people cannot directly see through another person's heart, but the mutual infection of emotions is unconscious. Sitting in front of Zhuang Ru, who was basking in the warm sunlight, Xiao Bai felt good and his appetite was also good, eating food with big mouthfuls. Although this meal was reheated, it smelled much better than usual. Zhuang Ru sat opposite him, smiling as she asked: "Xiao Bai, do you want to drink some wine?"

  "Never mind, it's too late, I have something else tomorrow."

  Zhuang Ru: "I still can't help but ask, how long will it take for all the scars on my face to fully heal?"

  Xiaobai put down his chopsticks and thought carefully: "If it's slow, a year; if it's fast, half a year."

  Zhuang Ru: "I really wish it could be faster."

  Bai Shaoliu: "Zhuang Jie, you're getting anxious? Yeah, if I were in your shoes, I'd be anxious too. I'll try to hurry up."

  Zhuang Ru: "I'm not in a hurry, as long as I can get better, waiting another year is fine. Xiao Bai, everything revolves around you, if it weren't for you, today's me would probably be worse than death, maybe I'd already be dead."

  "Happy days are over for you, stay home and take care of yourself. Next time I'm afraid I'll have to make many cuts on your face, and they won't stop."

  Zhuang Ru smiled even more warmly: "Come on, I'd rather you give me a few more knives every day!... Little White, if others hear us talking like this, won't they think we're crazy?"

  Bai Shaoliu: "Those who don't understand the inside story might really misunderstand. By the way, I have another question to ask you. Since you mentioned life and death earlier, I had a classmate who died in a car accident today, and his fiancée is also my classmate. I plan to visit the hospital tomorrow, do you think I need to bring something?"

  Zhuang Ru didn't smile anymore, and said regretfully: "What a pity! What a shame! You don't need to buy anything for this kind of thing. There's no suitable gift for it. Just go see her without saying much. If there's anything you can help with, just lend a hand. If she's having financial difficulties, help solve some of them. That would be more appropriate."

  Bai Shaoliu was going to look for Huang Jing, and Luo Bing was going to look for Hong Hequan. All of this would happen after tonight. But tonight, the one who had caused all these troubles, Hong Hequan himself, got into big trouble.

  Hong and Quan made an excuse to get rid of Yang Heqing and Zhang Taoyu, and went alone to the money house to deposit the check into a private account. He then transferred one-tenth, or one million, to another account. After finishing these things, he should have returned to his own secret residence, where two young and beautiful women were waiting for him, who were selected from among hundreds of believers to receive his grace in the name of God.

  But what awaited him at home was not the two lovely young women who were completely under his control, but a more beautiful blonde woman. The woman had a pair of azure eyes, wavy long hair scattered on her shoulders, skin as white and tender as milk, slender and sexy figure, typical Western classical beauty. But when Honghe saw her, he didn't feel any excitement at all, instead, he took a few steps back, his whole body was covered with goosebumps, because the murderous aura emanating from the woman had already surrounded him in an instant.

  The woman sat on the sofa in the center of the living room, looking as if she were sitting in her own home. Hong and Quan didn't notice her until they walked into the living room. He instinctively turned around to leave, but then felt it was foolish to turn his back on this person, so he stood still and said in a low voice: "Who are you?"

  The woman's voice was cold, as if it came from hell: "I am the Temple Knight who guards the Vatican, my name is Aphthita Vina."

  Hong and Quan: "I don't know you, we mind our own business, what are you doing coming to my house? Please leave, otherwise I'll call the police!"

  "Aphrodite sneered: 'Call the police? The worldly law can't restrain people like us, only God's commandments can bring peace and harmony to this world.'"

  Hong and Quan understood, this was the Western church coming to stir up trouble. His face sank as he said: "You believe in your God, I believe in my God, Miss Weina seems to be overstepping her bounds?"

  Aphrodite: "I'm not interested in what you're doing in the country of Zixu, but by using the name of the Emperor to spread your evil and desecrate the sacred and pure faith, you have become an object I must eliminate. If you think I shouldn't kill you, go appeal to the underworld!"

  Aphthita looked at Hong and Quan as if she was looking at a dead man, without putting him in her eyes. She is one of the thirty-two Temple Knights who guard the highest level of the Vatican, and has never failed to subdue dark creatures and eliminate heretics. The only time was twenty-two years ago when she was mysteriously beaten by Feng Junzi. She didn't think that Hong and Quan, this swindling Jianghu master, had any real skills.

  Aphrodite somewhat underestimated Hong and Quan, this guy really had two brushes, he made a panicked and fearful appearance on the surface, but secretly he had already gathered his magic to wait for an opportunity to strike. He could feel that the woman in front of him was very powerful, and if they were to fight, he wouldn't stand a chance, so he would have to take advantage of her carelessness and strike with all his might to succeed. When Aphrodite said "Go plead your case in hell!", her expression looked very proud, and it was also the moment when she let her guard down the most, that Hong and Quan suddenly made his move.

  He suddenly lifted his head without warning, and his hands clasped together in front of his chest. The two heavy bronze beast statues on either side of the sofa suddenly shattered into sharp fragments and shot towards Aphrodite. At the same time, a metal cross on the wall behind Aphrodite silently fell off and rapidly and heavily smashed towards the back of her head. These movements were just cover-ups, and the most ferocious attack came from the front. Hong opened his mouth and let out a loud roar, spitting out a stream of green air that transformed into a lotus flower in mid-air, carrying an intoxicating aura as it flew towards Aphrodite.

  Even if the surrounding attacks are ineffective, this mouth-uttering lotus flower's soul-capturing skill should be able to subdue Aphrodite. If this move is successful, Honghequan can turn Aphrodite into a submissive person under his control. Subduing such a subordinate, a woman, and a tool would be hundreds of times stronger than all the followers of the current God-worshipping Brotherhood, and Honghequan had a very proud fantasy for a while.

  When the bronze fragments and crosses came flying in from all sides, Aphrodite didn't move a muscle. Her body emitted a ring of human-shaped white light, like an invisible shield. Everything that flew to the edge of the white light lost its forward momentum and fell to the ground with a clatter, as if it had rained. Next, the lotus flower flew straight at her, Aphrodite furrowed her brow and changed color, saying something in a strange language that Hong and Quan couldn't understand.

  What happened next was beyond Hong and Quan's wildest dreams. The Soul- Capturing Lotus Flower that he had condensed his spiritual energy to spew out suddenly and inexplicably shattered into fragments and dissipated without a sound! There was no power to stop the lotus flower, which was transformed by his willpower, from being dissolved by an even stronger spiritual force surrounding him in an invisible manner. His eyes fluttered open, and he saw Aphrodite floating in mid-air in front of him, her body straight as she had somehow left the sofa without him noticing.

  Aphrodite's clothes had disintegrated in an instant, but she was not completely exposed, for three pairs of six pure white wings unfolded behind her back. The topmost pair of wings crossed over from her shoulders to cover her chest, the lowest pair covered her lower body from her slender waist and rounded hips, and the middle pair floated in mid-air. It seemed as if there was a still wind around her that supported Aphrodite's body and her spread wings, while her golden hair flowed and fluttered in the air.

  The scene before him was stunningly beautiful and sexy, yet filled with a sacred aura. God! Wasn't this the image of an angel described in the Bible? Even Hong's usually calm mind was shaken, his knees weakening as he felt an overwhelming urge to kneel down. He muttered to himself that it wasn't good, bit his tongue and let out a loud shout, turning around and forcing himself to retreat backwards. He wanted to crash through the wall behind him and escape from this dangerous place.

  He had already accelerated to the fastest speed, but an even stranger thing happened. Athena stretched out her crystal arm in mid-air and pointed at him, then he felt that everything around him was speeding up. The bronze fragments rolled and bounced on the ground, making a dense and continuous sound, and the clock's pointer in the living room suddenly spun like crazy, faster than a fan. In fact, it wasn't the clock that had sped up, but rather his own speed had slowed down, slowing to the point where he was moving backwards slowly, like a snail - this was the effect of the most exquisite slow-motion technique.

  Aphthita's fingers lightly plucked the air, and Hong Hequan saw a silver longsword fly up, slowly but with an unstoppable force stabbing towards his own chest. It was not the speed of his cultivation that saved him, but the speed of his brain's rotation. In the nick of time, Hong Hequan shouted loudly: "Lord Laxus!" This shout condensed all his remaining magical power, barely breaking through the hindrance of the slow-down technique, and clearly and quickly escaped his lips.

  "Phil. Lachis?" Athena asked in mid-air, and the sword stopped. Hong and Quan no longer fled, standing still, this slow technique had a very special effect, Hong and Quan's surroundings also lost the illusion of time and speed. He was already drenched in sweat, his teeth chattering as he said: "Angel Miss, I am the loyal servant of Bishop Lachis!"

  Aphthita: "I am not an angel, I am a Templar knight who guards the dignity of God and the Church. You evil and unrepentant person, before you go to hell, do you still want to slander the revered clergy?" As soon as she finished speaking, the sword suddenly thrust into the air and pointed at Hong Weiquan's chest.

  At this moment, a dazzling white light suddenly burst out from the silver sword, but it was not emitted forward, but rather backward, with the tip of the sword as its center. It was as if an invisible barrier had blocked the sword. Aphthite sensed a powerful force appearing nearby and quickly withdrew her cross-shaped sword, asking: "Who's there?"