Chapter 257 Retribution is coming

After saying that, she clenched one hand into a fist and hit him in the face, and covered his mouth with the other hand, suppressing all of Yaozu's cries into her stomach.

Mibao said: "I'm here to touch your face."

Bang! Another punch to his face.

"Let me touch your belly."

With a bang, Yaozu almost vomited out the overnight meal.

"Touch your legs."

With a bang, his leg was almost broken. This time he couldn't even scream. His face turned pale and he couldn't stop shaking.

It hurts. It hurts so much.

Mibao let go of him and threw him to the ground casually, "Do you want me to touch you anywhere else?"

After she finished speaking, her eyes swept over him bit by bit, and every time she looked at a place, Yaozu shuddered.

He looked at her with horror in his eyes.

He was scared, and the audience was happy.

[Hahahahaha sorry, I forgot who our Mibao is. How can she be bullied? Haha, these people should be more careful.]

[It scared me, but luckily Mibao is awesome]

[That's right, Mibao, he likes this kind of touch, use some force!]

Just when Yaozu finally reacted and was about to cry, Mibao waved his hand and a transparent figure appeared beside him.

Mi Bao took out a stick of incense, lit it, and the fragrance rose. The transparent figure took a deep breath. It smelled so good.

Mibao said, "Let's find a place to throw him away."

When the ghost heard this, he nodded, started working without saying a word, and floated out with Yaozu in his arms.

Yaozu was completely stunned, his mouth wide open in horror. The mountain wind filled his stomach, making him vomit in pain.

The ghost was startled and threw him out with a wave of his hand, feeling a little angry.

Why is this brat so dirty? It's so disgusting.

He retreated several meters, and when he saw where he had thrown Yaozu, his neck shrank.

It's over. There's a very evil ghost living in that place. It's very dangerous.

However, he rolled his eyes and thought that it was obvious that this brat had a grudge against the young Taoist priest. Even if something happened to him, it would be okay, right?

Thinking of this, he felt at ease again.

In the woodshed, Mi Baogang fell asleep in a daze. A piece of cloth flew onto the camera and covered it. Then, a tall figure appeared out of thin air.

Mibao opened her arms and rolled in that direction, landing steadily in a familiar embrace. She smacked her lips and muttered "Master".

The Chakravartin touched her little face and said, "Be good, go to sleep."

Mibao's belly was puffed up, and he was snoring peacefully.

Early the next morning, the old woman woke up and couldn't find Yaozu, so she became anxious.

"Yaozu, Yaozu, where have you been?"

She pushed open the door of the woodshed and asked Mibao, "Where is my Yaozu?"

Mibao had just been sent back by the Wheel-Turning King just before she came in. She opened her eyes dazedly and saw that she seemed a little scared. She shook her head and whispered, "I don't know."

She didn't know where the ghost had thrown him.

This is not a lie.

The old woman gave her a suspicious look.

Given Zhao Yaozu's temper, he should have come to settle the score with her yesterday.

The little girl is so pretty, how could Yaozu resist touching her a few times?

But when she looked around, Yaozu was indeed not there, so she had to hurry out.

Mi Bao looked at her figure and shook his head. Judging from her expression, he knew Yaozu very well.

Not only did she not think it was wrong to do so, she even seemed to think it was honorable.

What a pity, it’s not night time now, otherwise I could send her to accompany Yaozu.

Tsk tsk tsk.

Mibao followed him out slowly, holding the bottle in his mouth.

After walking a few steps, I heard crying.

She looked over and saw, oh, it was the Qian family.

Standing in front of Old Lady Qian was a middle-aged man who looked 70% like her. He lowered his voice and said, "Mom, don't cry. Do you really want everyone to know that Xiao Jin is in trouble?"

Old Mrs. Qian was terrified. She tried hard to hold back her tears, but they kept streaming down her face. "What about Xiao Jin? I asked the doctor, and he said that Xiao Jin's hand is badly injured. He definitely can't hold a scalpel. How can he continue to be a doctor?"

"And that school, after knowing this, will they not let us in?"

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and said, "What are you afraid of? I've already got the acceptance letter. At worst, I can just study Chinese medicine. Chinese medicine doesn't require surgery."

"Traditional Chinese medicine is good." Old Mrs. Qian felt relieved at once. As long as her eldest grandson had a future, it was good.

She said, "I heard from the doctor that there was a very good doctor at University A who might have been able to cure Xiao Jin's hand. It's a pity that he died a few months ago. Really, why did he die so early? He was such a useless person."

At the end of her words, she cursed.

The middle-aged man's expression suddenly changed, "Shut up!"

He scolded coldly.

Old Mrs. Qian was startled and looked at him timidly. After a while, she mustered up the courage to say, "Zhiyuan, didn't you also graduate from University A? Do you know that doctor?"

"I told you to shut up!" Qian Zhiyuan's voice became even more violent, even louder than Mrs. Qian's voice at the beginning.

He glanced towards the pigpen with a sinister look in his eyes, his expression twisted. His gaze darkened even further as he looked at Old Lady Qian coldly and said, "Do you know who that exceptionally powerful doctor is?"

"Who is it?" Old Mrs. Qian was confused. If she had known, she would have gone to look for it long ago.

Qian Zhiyuan pointed in the direction of the pigpen and said coldly, "Her father."

"What?!" Old Lady Qian was startled, then suddenly realized, "Oh, right, you said before that she is the daughter of that professor of yours."

you do not say.

She comes from a wealthy family and is a favored daughter, which makes people jealous.

If she hadn't come here, she would have become a genius doctor like her parents.

But so what? Can't I still only live in a pigsty and give birth to his children?

A hint of revengeful pleasure flashed in Qian Zhiyuan's eyes.

Old Lady Qian asked again, "Zhiyuan, can you cure Xiaojin's hand?"

Although traditional Chinese medicine is good, it is not as profitable as Western medicine. How much does it cost to perform a surgery?

Speaking of this, Qian Zhiyuan shook his head, his eyes dark, "Indeed, only he can do it."

Hu Qingrong is a well-known Chinese medicine expert. People who wanted to see him had to wait for more than half a year, and many people came from far away to ask him to treat their illnesses.

Later, in order to spread medicine, he went to University A to teach, and his students are all over the world.

His daughter also inherited his legacy perfectly.

Thinking of this, Qian Zhiyuan shook his head, suppressed the jealousy in his heart, and said with some doubt: "Speaking of which, I heard that before Hu Qingrong died, he received some photos, which stimulated him and caused a cerebral infarction."

"Photos?" Old Mrs. Qian murmured again.

Suddenly she thought of something and her eyes widened.

She remembered that Xiao Jin had taken pictures of the pigpen with his mobile phone.

Could it be that photo?!