When Wen Ziqing appeared on the screen, Zhuzhu adjusted the "play" speed to normal.
"Wang Xuyang, are you feeling better?" When Wen Ziqing appeared, he was holding a net bag in his hand, which contained several canned fruits and two large bags of malted milk. What surprised Zhou Yuanyuan was that there was also a cup and a steel spoon in the net bag.
"Wang Xuyang, are you feeling better?" Wen Ziqing knocked on the door and walked into the ward without waiting for Wang Xuyang to answer.
"Captain." Wang Xuyang smiled immediately upon seeing Wen Ziqing. However, even through the "screen," Zhou Yuanyuan and Zhou Zhixin could see the calculation in Wang Xuyang's eyes.
"Brother Ziqing." Zhou Yuanyuan couldn't help but call out softly. Just looking at Wang Xuyang's appearance at that moment, Zhou Yuanyuan was certain that Wen Ziqing was the person Wang Xuyang had promised Zhihe to take away.
On the "screen", Wen Ziqing walked to the bedside, put the things in his hand on the bedside table between the two beds, and sat down on the bed opposite Wang Xuyang.
"Captain, it's enough that you're here. Why do you have to bring things with you?" Wang Xuyang said politely with a smile on his face.
"Oh, this is not for you. I came to see you today and haven't had time to have breakfast!" Wen Ziqing replied coldly. His men were not idle either. They took out the cup and spoon from the net bag, and made a cup of malted milk with the boiling water from the kettle in the ward. They held it in their hands and drank it.
The ward was filled with the sweet aroma of malted milk. Zhou Yuanyuan couldn't help but burst out laughing at Wen Ziqing's composure. Brother Ziqing was being naughty. Was he deliberately provoking Wang Xuyang to get some information?
Seeing Wen Ziqing's disregard for him, Wang Xuyang's smile finally faded. He asked Wen Ziqing sullenly, "Mr. Wen, what do you want? Are you here to humiliate me?"
"Haha! Humiliating you? You don't deserve it!" Wen Ziqing threw the empty cup into his net bag, stood up, looked down at Wang Xuyang lying on the hospital bed, and said sarcastically, "Wang Xuyang, when you deliberately led us into the minefield, you were no longer my Wen Ziqing's comrade. I wouldn't feed my food to Da Huang from the logistics team, even if I had to feed it to Da Huang."
Da Huang is a dog in the logistics unit of the special forces. He once followed Wen Ziqing and his "Thunder Squad" on a mission.
Wang Xuyang couldn't contain his anger when he heard Wen Ziqing's words. Wen Ziqing meant that he was worse than a dog. How could a monk like him tolerate such an insult?
Wang Xuyang stopped pretending. He sat up from the bed with a whoosh, staring fiercely at Wen Ziqing's face. His voice was hoarse from his extreme anger. "Wen Ziqing, I admit I deliberately led everyone into the minefield. I wanted you dead, and the others were implicated by you."
"Wang Xuyang, even if we don't talk about family feuds and national hatred, don't you care about the comradeship we've shared for several months? Da Zeng has a wife and children waiting for him to return home, and Xiao Jin is still so young. They didn't die at the hands of the enemy, but died because of your selfishness. Don't you feel guilty?" Wen Ziqing thought Wang Xuyang was mentally ill. If he wanted him dead, Wang Xuyang could have attacked him in secret! What kind of logic was he using to drag the "Thunder Squad" down with him?
"Hmph! I'm happy with it. They're just mortals, like ants. They die, so what? What's the big deal?" Wang Xuyang snorted coldly, then continued, "Wen Ziqing, if my uncle hadn't given up on taking you in as his disciple all these years, why would I have set up this trap and let them die with you? It's you who killed them, so the consequences will all fall on you."
"I don't know your uncle. Did you recognize the wrong person?" Wen Ziqing shook his head and looked at Wang Xuyang as if he were a psychopath. Wen Ziqing felt that Wang Xuyang must be mentally ill to be blaming himself for the deaths of Da Zeng and the others.
Mortal? Uncle Master? What are these?
"Wen Ziqing, for a gifted child like you, born into a good family and blessed with many opportunities, it's not uncommon for you to forget a small incident from more than ten years ago. However, how can you understand the feeling of a grassroots person like me who longs for an opportunity but can't get it? I've always wanted to be a disciple of my uncle-master, but my uncle...looks down on me." Wang Xuyang got so excited that he stood up from the bed and stood in front of Wen Ziqing. Wang Xuyang's eyes were full of jealousy and wildness. When he said the word "looks down on", his voice was so low that even Wen Ziqing, who was sitting opposite him, couldn't hear it clearly.
However, with Zhuzhu's help, Zhou Yuanyuan understood.
This Wang Xuyang was thinking of blowing up Brother Ziqing so he could become the disciple of that "uncle master," right? Zhou Yuanyuan judged.
Wen Ziqing looked at the excited Wang Xuyang, his face still as cold as ever. It wasn't like he could choose his background. If Wen Ziqing had to choose, he definitely wouldn't want to be Wen Yulong's son.
Seeing Wen Ziqing's indifferent expression, Wang Xuyang became even angrier: "Wen Ziqing, you haven't forgotten the Taoist priest from twelve years ago, have you? The Taoist priest gave you a jade pendant and told you to go find him after you figured it out."
Taoist priest? Jade pendant? Wen Ziqing then recalled an event from long ago.
When Wen Ziqing was six years old, a Taoist priest declared him to have a unique destiny and offered to take him in as a disciple. Wen Ziqing had just arrived at Wen Yiran's side, and due to long-term, covert abuse by Wu Xiuli, the six-year-old had already developed autistic tendencies. He appeared somewhat dazed, indifferent to everything, and resistant to strangers.
At that time, the "Four Olds" and "feudal superstitions" campaigns were in full swing. Taoist priests were not popular, and few people paid much attention to their words. Especially Wen Yiran, who didn't believe in things like fate. Seeing Wen Ziqing shake his head, Wen Yiran also disagreed with the Taoist's suggestion of accepting disciples.
The Taoist priest sighed, left a jade pendant to Wen Ziqing, and then left.
If Wang Xuyang hadn't mentioned this matter, Wen Ziqing would have really forgotten about it.
Wang Xuyang looked at Wen Ziqing's cold eyes and almost spat out blood in anger. He knew that his uncle wanted to take Wen Ziqing as his personal disciple, and he was so envious, but Wen Ziqing looked unmoved.
Maybe... Wen Ziqing has no idea what kind of opportunity he has missed?
"Do you know a cultivator? A cultivator who possesses powerful strength, the ability to overturn rivers and seas, and can kill people without them being seen." Wang Xuyang said in a boastful tone.
Wen Ziqing's face changed and he thought of his little girl.
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