The person who spoke was Liu Xian'er, with a hint of helplessness and a hint of blame in her tone. In this tone, she obviously did not regard Ning Tao as an older brother or an elder of cultivation.

Ning Tao looked at Liu Xian'er and his voice turned cold: "The problem between us will be solved in the future. I just want my friend to come back now. I have no other conditions. I will let my friend go, and I will give you a healthy Song Chengpeng."

Who is in control of the cultivation force behind Chuangshi Biotechnology Company? Who is killed by Liu Shiba and Taoist Master Qingsong? These problems are not as important as Yin Molan's safety. Ning Tao does not want to solve these problems now. He just needs Yin Molan to come back.

"Who told you that he was in our hands?" Wu Xiaolin asked, his tone was cold, just as rude as Liu Xian'er.

Ning Tao said: "I naturally have my channels. I remind you that I can wait, but Song Chengpeng cannot. Now every minute, Song Chengpeng is more dangerous."

Liu Xian'er said, "Mr. Ning, you are really an unreasonable person. Your friend sneaked into our place with a bad intention. He was caught by us, but you used this method to force us to release others. Don't you think it's too much for you to do this?"

Ning Tao said lightly: "Song Chengpeng framed me, isn't that too much? If you want to reason with me, I can tell you until Song Chengpeng dies. If you want him to live, then let my friend go."

Song Beikun looked at Liu Xian'er and Wu Xiaolin, with a scent of begging in his eyes.

Liu Xian'er and Wu Xiaolin looked at each other, as if they had confirmed their eyes. Then, Wu Xiaolin took out his cell phone and called another phone. After the phone was connected, he walked to Ning Tao with his cell phone and handed it to Ning Tao: "Doctor Ning, please answer the phone."

Ning Tao took the phone and handed it to his ears.

A woman's voice came from her phone: "Doctor Ning, this is the last time. If you or your people interfere in my affairs again, the war will burn you."

The sound was like a piece of ice wrapped in your mouth.

Ning Tao said in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

"Your person is safe, he will call you, you should know what you are going to do." The woman's voice.

Ning Tao didn't expect her to tell him her name. He said, "As long as I confirm the safety of my friend, I will cure Song Chengpeng. In addition, I will also give you a warning. No matter who you are, as long as a similar situation occurs again, I will bring my account book to you and settle the accounts with you."

"Hmph!" The woman snorted coldly and hung up the phone.

Ning Tao handed the phone to Wu Xiaolin. He deliberately paid attention to the screen, but there was not even a mobile phone number on it.

Dingling, Dinglingling...

Ning Tao's cell phone suddenly rang. He took out his cell phone and looked at the telephone. Then he answered the phone: "Senior Yin, where are you now?"

Yin Molan's voice came from his phone: "I have come out of the Creation Building and am riding my motorcycle back. I am safe, so I call you to tell you something. I'll wait for you at home and chat later when I come back."

"Okay." Ning Tao hung up the phone and walked towards Song Chengpeng.

Jiang Hao asked, "Atao, do you want them all out?"

Ning Tao said, "No, it's a matter of one needle." When he was speaking, he had already taken out a Tianting needle and stabbed it on Song Chengpeng's chest.

The evil disease of the Tianket is that he transfers evil qi into the human body. For those who receive the needle, this is undoubtedly a punishment for the way of heaven and has no cure. But for Ning Tao, he only needs to exchange evil qi into good qi to cure the evil qi. For him, this unsuccessful disease is actually just a simple use of spiritual power.

As soon as the needle entered the body, a trace of black air suddenly moved from Song Chengpeng's body to the Tian Needle. Ning Tao did not recycle it, but pulled up the Tian Needle and pushed the evil air out of the needle. In a blink of an eye, a few drops of black liquid dripped from the Tian Needle, which smelled badly.

Ning Tao took out another fine primary prescription pill and stuffed it into Song Chengpeng's mouth. During this process, he injected a trace of spiritual power into Song Chengpeng's body to catalyze the pill power, helping Song Chengpeng quickly recover his vitality.

If Song Chengpeng is brought back to the clinic, it will be another result, that is, the clinic will cure Song Chengpeng, and he will earn hundreds of evil thoughts and sins, but he will need to cut off a pair of Song Chengpeng's eggs to atone for his sins. In this situation, it is obvious that there can be no trouble.

However, he was not worried that Song Chengpeng, the patient who was diagnosed with the money, had already made a contract for prescriptions for evil thoughts and sins. Now Song Chengpeng has taken the fine primary prescription pill again, and can set him a trap at any time in the future, cut Song Chengpeng's two eggs and earn the money he had on him.

When Ning Tao raised his hand, Song Chengpeng's face had already had a little blood on his face, and the stench of corpse on his body disappeared.

Song Chengpeng's mind also recovered. He stared at Ning Tao with a moment of silence, and suddenly exclaimed: "It's you! What are you doing?"

Ning Tao said lightly: "Mr. Song, you are sick, I have cured you, but I will only do such a thing once, so you can do it yourself."

After saying that, Ning Tao carried the medicine box, turned around and walked towards the door.

Song Beikun couldn't wait to come to the operating table and grabbed Song Chengpeng's hand: "Chengpeng, how do you feel?"

"Dad, why are you here? Didn't I tell you not to come? That guy..." Song Chengpeng looked at Ning Tao, but Ning Tao and Jiang Hao had already walked out of the emergency room.

In the corridor, Jiang Hao asked, "Who made the call that boy asked you to answer just now?"

Ning Tao said: "It was called by a woman, and it is very likely that the woman who took Wu Xiaolin and Liu Xian'er away..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly closed his mouth and stopped.

At the end of the corridor were two people, a gray-haired old man and a very young woman.

The old man's hair, beard and eyebrows were all white, but his face had no wrinkles, his skin was smooth and elastic, not inferior to the skin of a young man in his twenties. He was not tall, wearing a white robe, an old-fashioned sunglasses, and holding an erhu in his hand, giving people the feeling of being a blind old man who was performing in the martial arts world.

The young woman looks in her early twenties, with a well-behaved melon-shaped face, long eyelashes, and a pair of black eyes. She is tall and wears a navy blue cheongsam. Her arms and thighs exposed in the air are as white as jade, round and delicate, with a unique charming taste of a woman. She holds a flute in her hand, which is snow-white all over, as if carved from beautiful jade, not some bamboo.

The first impression is that this is a pair of grandparents and grandchildren who are performing arts.

However, in Ning Tao's sight of his eyes awakening, the white-haired old man holding an erhu and the flute-playing woman wearing a cheongsam were not ordinary street artists, but powerful cultivators. Especially the old man, his spiritual power was so powerful that he was almost the same as Bai Sheng! The erhu he was holding in his hand was definitely not an ordinary erhu, but a real magic weapon.

The girl who plays the flute in a cheongsam has a slightly weak spiritual cultivation, but it is only compared to the old man with white hair. Her spiritual cultivation is also a result of comparable competition with Bai Jing. The flute she is holding in her hand is not an ordinary flute, but a flute of magic weapon.

At the end of the corridor, these two powerful cultivators suddenly appeared, looking at this side with expressionless faces. Ning Tao's sixth sense suddenly awakened, and his sense of crisis was unprecedentedly strong. He reached his hand and grabbed it behind his waist, and the refined shell gun appeared in his hand.

Jiang Hao also took out a stick from behind his waist, shook his hands, and the white threads wrapped around the stick scattered and fell down, and it turned out to be a piece of Buddha dust.

This is the Buddha dust that Ning Tao has cultivated for Taoist Qingsong. When Taoist Qingsong dies, his Tianjia Buddha dust naturally becomes Jiang Hao's magic weapon. However, she is a modern female agent, Ice Demon. The first magic weapon in her life is actually a Buddha dust. The picture feels really a bit inconsistent.

Eight eyes met, and there was a sense of tension in the silent and unmanned corridor leaving the emergency room.

Ning Tao whispered: "Follow me later. If they do something, I will deal with that old man and you will deal with that young man."

Jiang Hao nodded and looked cold. She had countless practical skills and had long developed a psychological quality of not fearing the times.

"Let's go." Ning Tao held the refined shell gun and walked towards the old white-haired man and the cheongsam woman at the end of the corridor.

The cheongsam woman stepped forward from behind the white-haired old man and stood shoulder to shoulder with the white-haired old man.

The white-haired old man said: "What is he holding in his hand?"

The cheongsam woman said, "Grandpa, he is holding a gun and a wreck gun in his hand."

"Oh, it's a little trouble..." The white-haired old man's voice was very quiet.

Between these two words, Ning Tao and Jiang Hao were all alone, and there was only seven or eight steps left between the two sides. If the grandfather and grandfather still did not move away, the battle would inevitably be.

However, the grandfather and grandson still stood there, motionless. Both the old and the young were not strong, but they felt like a mountain blocking there and were insurmountable.

Ning Tao lifted the shell gun in his hand slightly.

The silk threads of Tianjia Fochen in Jiang Hao's hand also floated one by one, making her body feel cold. Before she could do anything, a water dispenser bucket in the corridor was frozen directly, and half of the bucket of water turned into a bucket of ice!

The white-haired old man raised his erhu in his hand.

The cheongsam woman also put the white jade flute to her lips.

But at this moment, a voice came from behind: "The son of the Song family is safe."

This is Liu Xian'er's voice.

The white-haired old man and the cheongsam girl followed and made way.

Ning Tao and Jiang Hao walked over between the grandfather and grandson. When they passed by, he glanced at the white-haired old man and said everything.

The white-haired old man didn't look at Ning Tao, and it was useless to see it because he was a blind man.

Only the flute-playing girl wearing a cheongsam glanced at Ning Tao, but said nothing.

Ning Tao said: "Blind eyes are nothing, they can be cured. If you are blind, you will be troublesome and cannot be cured."
Chapter completed!