Chapter 23

Li Daochong gave a dull hum, and a dark force poured into his body. His chest was stuffy and his brain was dizzy.

"Scum, if you don't want to die, stay away from Qiao Ximo. Otherwise, your end will be worse than your father. Oh, by the way, the Kanu girl looks very watery and quite in line with my young master's appetite. You must taste it if you have the opportunity." Zhan Honglie picked up Li Daochong, lowered his head and said in a low voice, with his mouth in his ear, full of disdain.

"You..." Li Daochong just spit out a word, and another dark force surged in. He was stuffy and short of breath and couldn't speak.

"Learn from your father. You have to slip when you should. After all, you don't have to worry about firewood and dead residue in the green mountains." Zhan Honglie sneered.

Li Daochong endured the pain, looked straight at Zhan Honglie, and said nothing.

"I'll give you a week to announce the termination of your engagement with Qiao Ximo. At that time, I'll give you a benefit of 500000 federal dollars. If I don't hear the relevant news within a week, don't blame me for being rude to you." Zhan Honglie said coldly.

With that, Zhan Honglie pushed Li Daochong away and turned away with a cold hum.

Li Daochong staggered for several steps, his left arm hung and couldn't move, and his back was soaked with sweat.

Is this the sixth floor of gas refining?

Sure enough, I'm not at the same level. The gap is too big. Now I have no resistance to Zhan Honglie's real opponents.

A week?

Li Daochong's lips rose slightly.

Maybe that's enough.

Li Daochong dragged his dislocated arm out of the school and casually found a small hospital to connect it. The dislocated part was always a little diaphragmatic, not as flexible as before.

Li Daochong immediately realized that Zhan Honglie had made a secret move for himself. He was afraid that shoulder dislocation was not as simple as it looked.

Li Daochong didn't have time to go to the big hospital to diagnose the injury. He went home first, took the bone chopping knife, drove his old lingfu broken truck and sped towards the underground city.

On the way, Li Daochong's expression has been frozen. The pain from his shoulder joints is stronger and stronger again and again. It seems that he may dislocate again at any time.

At the moment, going to the underground city, Li Daochong basically completed mechanical actions. He had planned to go to the underground city this afternoon to see if he could find a way to buy low-level ghosts.

But after being intercepted by Zhan Honglie and suffering a dark loss, Li Daochong found that the gap between them was much larger than expected.

Even if you have a hot blood updater, the necessary condition for upgrading is to absorb ghosts, but where can you find so many ghosts? Later, the soul power that needs to be absorbed will rise geometrically.

Li Daochong felt that he could not see hope and light, and his mood was extremely low.

A few days ago, perhaps everything went too smoothly. I thought I was at ease. When I met Zhan Honglie, I found that the gap was not generally large.

If you can't even deal with Zhan Honglie, you still have to investigate dad's affairs? Not to mention being the strongest friar, isn't it a daydream?

Li Daochong thought he was ridiculous. He didn't pay attention to Zhan Honglie before. In fact, he could stab himself with a finger.

Li Daochong was a little confused for a moment, and some couldn't find the direction. The pain from his shoulder joints constantly stimulated his pain nerves and crushed the soft little swallow in his heart.

A Zhan Honglie is so difficult to deal with, not to mention those who framed his father. They can imagine their strength to frame the golden elixir friar, and the suspicious guys of the Federal Security Agency are also staring at themselves. They think they must know the inside story of Li Tianyang's escape.

But Li Daochong really doesn't know anything.

The three forces are stronger and more terrible. They are just a silly boy abandoned by the family. What can they fight with others?

Li Daochong felt that a hungry dragon was looking down on him. The big mouth was opening bit by bit and was about to devour himself.

A shrill whistle came.

Li Dao rushed back to his senses, and several lingfu cars came flying in front of him. He saw that he was about to hit it, slammed the joystick, abetted and avoided danger.

Li Daochong broke out in a cold sweat. He was dead just now. His shoulder pain became severe and he had to land and stop the lingfu pickup truck.

Wheezing.

Li Daochong gasped heavily, lying on his back in his seat with his eyes closed. He felt very tired because of his mental tension.

As soon as he closed his eyes, Li Daochong found that he was no longer on the lingfu car, but returned to the room where he had spent countless nights typing keyboard programming codes.

A line of big characters written heavily with a marker on the wall facing him is facing himself.

"People must have some pursuit and dream when they live, otherwise they are a walking dung maker."

At this time, the line of words became tangible and burst into laughter.

"Gaga, are you afraid of such difficulties? Don't you want to be the strongest friar? Forget it, don't be it, you'd better be a dung maker, at least you don't have to face difficulties."

"Gaga, you are a walking dung maker."

"No." Li Daochong shouted, "I'm not."

Li Daochong suddenly opened his eyes. He was still sitting in the seat of lingfu pickup truck, which was parked next to a runmi rice field.

A red oil pig was eating weeds at the edge of the field.

Poof! Poof!

Fat head fat brain red oil pig shit while eating, just to fertilize runmi rice field.

Two farmers came out of the rice field with a smile. One of them said, "this one is fat and can be slaughtered."

"Yes, yes, that's it." the other man nodded.

Two farmers tied the head of the red oil pig with a rope and pulled it back.

The red oil pig groaned and was still eating. He didn't know that his time of death had come. He bowed his head and continued to eat weeds. He pulled a bubble of shit through the field.

Nongxiu dragged the pig onto an agricultural lingfu vehicle in the farmland, and then there was a scream. Soon it was quiet, and the broken meat and blood came out from the other side.

Eat, drink, Lazar sleep, and be slaughtered.

He is confused, doesn't think about the future, doesn't look for the future, just waits to be slaughtered.

The life of the dung maker is over.

Li Daochong, who happened to see the whole slaughter process, was stunned. In an instant, the whole person suddenly opened up, clenched his fists involuntarily, and suddenly scattered a touch of firmness in his cold eyes.

"I'm not a dung maker." Li Daochong roared.

Back when I learned programming, I was confused, confused, and even wanted to give up at the beginning, but in the end, with my original dream, I must make up a mobile game I want most and make unremitting efforts to become one of the few top programmers in China.

Nothing in the world is difficult for those who have a heart. Although their words are old, few people can do it.

"When I wanted to be a programmer, I survived all my poverty. Now I have a hot blood updater, but I'm still confused about the future with such good conditions. It's a bastard." Li Daochong scolded himself in his heart, started the lingfu pickup truck and sped away towards the underground city.

At this moment, lingfu pickup truck is more stable than ever.

Half an hour later, Li Daochong entered the underground city.

The streets of the underground city are dark and humid, and the pedestrians on the streets are all wearing cloaks, unwilling to expose their true colors too much.

Although Li Daochong came for the second time, he was still a stranger here. He walked along the street for a distance to find a place similar to the market.

There are many vendors gathered here. On both sides of the street, a tarpaulin is casually paved with many strange items for sale, and some are trolleys.

From time to time there was a cry.

"Don't miss it when you pass by. See you next year. Three soul crystals are sold at the reserve price of one thousand federal dollars."