Jiang Bei threw all seventeen marriage certificates into the room and scattered them.

Jiang Bei's eyes were red!

In just one day... I experienced so much.

Jiang Bei had never felt that his psychological endurance was poor, but now he had this feeling for the first time.

Whether it was the inexplicably harmonious relationship between Chen Ningshuang and the other four women, or the nightmare he had this morning that woke him up.

The bottom line is…

I'm no longer confident.

When had the former King of the North ever experienced such a blow!

And these seventeen marriage certificates...

An extremely serious situation also arises.

According to what these four women now call fairness, three of them will each take two days. After Chu Ruoyi joins, the four of them will each take one day.

Time is shared during the day...how much you can achieve at night depends on your own ability.

What should we do if Jiang Bei continues and involves another person and refuses to back down?

Originally I had three days of free time a week, but now it’s suddenly become two days?

Also, Jiang Bei didn't have the confidence to return all of the 17 marriage certificates.

It would certainly be a good thing if I could successfully cancel the marriage certificate with the next lucky fiancée, and I would have finally taken a successful step towards canceling the engagement.

But after going through the tough battle of the first four marriage certificates, it took the fifth one to finally be rejected?

It doesn't quench your thirst at all!

Of course, directly announcing that he gave up now was totally against his character. What kind of a thing would it mean to give up on the engagement halfway?

Look at what is written in "The Memorial to the Emperor on Leaving the Capital": The late emperor passed away before he could complete his career.

How sad!

But whenever he thought of the four women at home, Jiang Bei's eyes would twitch.

Put away those useless thoughts and seal up these marriage certificates!

From now on, I won’t go out of the front door or come in. Could it be possible that those seventeen... can still come to my house?

Those old men have been in prison for three years, and the number of phone calls they have made can be counted on one hand. If they reveal his existence to the owner of the marriage certificate, they will not be so bored.

As for what happens in the future, we have to at least wait until our body recovers!

Jiang Bei sighed softly and couldn't help rubbing his eyebrows.

Without reaching the state of perfection, he couldn't even look inside his body.

The qi sea, which was already dry, now felt as if it was split open and the same was true for the head.

It may be because of the changes in the qi sea that there are real problems in the body.

As a doctor himself, Jiang Bei knew clearly that the battle last night did not cause any damage at all, but was only caused by the unlimited overdraft of the body.

He had never experienced such a situation before.

But the worst outcome would be that he would have no way of practicing anymore and his life would enter a countdown.

But compared to when I walked into prison three years ago, it seems nothing.

Afterwards, Jiang Bei tidied up his mountaineering bag, put away the seventeen marriage certificates and stuffed them directly into the bottom layer.

She took out the other ginseng king that Mr. Lu gave her as a betrothal gift.

What a joke! If you don’t even plan to return the marriage certificate, why are you still keeping this Ginseng King?

Wouldn't it be a waste if it gets spoiled?

Make up for it first!

While chewing the ginseng king, he was sorting out the things in the mountaineering bag he had just taken out.

When he was imprisoned alone and waiting to die, he brought nothing with him except the Tianxing Jue.

Now that he has been released from prison, he has never carefully looked at what else the old man has besides so many marriage certificates.

What if we find some more treasures?

Bank card... vulgar!

Short knife...even more vulgar! M..

The talisman...is so vulgar!

With such searching.

A rather old envelope appeared in front of Jiang Bei.

Jiang Bei's hand shook, and he almost threw the Ginseng King in his hand out of the window.

Damn it, why is there more!

Wasn’t that what we agreed upon in the beginning?

Damn it, I can’t survive. Anyway, I’m going to lie down and let it go... What can it matter if there’s one more letter?

Jiang Bei took out the envelope and looked at the words on it carefully.

The handwriting was a bit ugly, but one could barely make out that it was addressed to Sun Ao Shi himself, and the letter was sent two years ago.

It's okay, this can't be that Old Sun's marriage certificate was also stuffed into me by him...

It seems that the person who sent the letter had a very good relationship with Mr. Sun. Mr. Sun has been in prison for many years, and the Sun family doesn't know where the old man has gone, and his life or death is unknown, but the sender of the letter actually knew.

Jiang Bei opened the envelope while holding the King Ginseng in his mouth.

There was no letter in the envelope, only a handwritten invitation.

"Discussing Taoism at Mount Huashan?"

"The ninth day of the eighth month this year?"

"Isn't this three days later?" Jiang Bei curled his lips.

Besides, why are we still discussing Dao in this day and age? Why not just discuss swords? Jiang Bei complained in his heart, and felt that he urgently needed to release some energy.

Whether it was the feeling of suffocation after being beaten, or the feeling of powerlessness caused by the sudden change in the relationship between the four women.

As for this letter, Mr. Sun Ao Shi probably stuffed it in his bag in the hope that he would ask him to go.

but……

This is impossible!

My health is in such bad condition now, I will just go there to make up the numbers and get applause.

As for those who participated in the discussion, it was estimated that there could not be any cultivators like him.

They are probably like Grandpa Sun Ao Shi’s descendants, who claim to be ancient martial artists, but in fact, they are all too arrogant.

Those who are not well-trained may not even be able to beat the soldiers of the Shenlong Battalion...except for the new recruits of Team 4.

"Oh, right! Those bastards from the Shenlong Camp!" Jiang Bei slapped his forehead, remembering something.

Then he dialed a number and said, "Hello, this is Jiang Bei."

“…”

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone. As his breathing became heavier, Jiang Bei was speechless. "Speak!"

"Yes!" The other party responded quickly, "Wang...Have you seen all the new recruits who went to Shanghai to carry out the mission this time?"

"I've seen him. He's pretty good, but a little immature. I'll give you a task. Train the uninjured ones until they can't get out of bed for half a month. Especially the captain of this team, give him special care."

“…”

The phone was hung up.

Jiang Bei felt a lot more comfortable.

Looking at the envelope in front of me again, I suddenly felt bored.

Then I threw it aside and pretended I didn't see it.

Before he knew it, he had eaten most of the ginseng king and felt a little tired.

Not long.

Another phone call came.

Jiang Bei took a look and saw...the number of Shancheng Prison!

My scalp was slightly tingling. It must be those old guys who wanted to see me for something.

Looking at the invitation to the Huashan Forum...it is very likely about this.

But it's not a big problem.

Just pretend you didn’t see it.

The ringing of the phone in my hand lasted for a full minute before it finally stopped.

But before Jiang Bei could breathe a sigh of relief, the phone rang again, still from Shancheng Prison!

"Hello? Who is this?"

Jiang Bei hesitated for a moment, but finally answered the call.

"You little bastard! I'm your third master!" The old man on the other end of the phone had a very hot temper and started scolding him.

Jiang Bei was stunned. His guess was correct. It was really Old Man Sun who called.

"How's the marriage I arranged for you going?"

"I'm making a baby, it's okay, I'll hang up." Jiang Bei responded, then pushed the bed twice with all his strength.

Then hang up directly.