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Her figure was light like a swallow in the palm, and she was known as Zhao Feiyan. Her face and figure were both beautiful, and the most important thing was that she was known as the capital's most talented girl, and she was also the apple of the Ye Family's eye.    

Yang Ping shook her head, shaking off Ye Qingwu's figure and looked down along the communication record.    

Fourth name, Mu Zihan.    

Yang Ping probably not. With Xuan Xuan, she would not be a baby, and the body fragrance wasn't from the pillow. He was very clear about the perfume brand Mu Zihan was using, it was light, elegant and tall.    

Eh, why am I so familiar with Mu Zihan's smell?    

Yang Ping continued to read. The fifth name, was actually a man, Sunn Wangyue. Immediately, two figures appeared in his mind … She felt a chill run down her spine as she cursed. She couldn't even think about such a thing.    

He looked down and found that, except for the top few, the other calls had been made before he was drunk.    

With doubt in her heart, Yang Ping felt a headache coming on. If Mu Zihan, Ming Zhu and Ma Weiwei were not the same person, then who else in Dragon City could be related to him? He looked for several, but didn't see the name at the top.    

Zhu Xi definitely could not, because after the fight between the two last night, Zhu Xi would definitely hate him to death. It was basically impossible for the two of them to go down. Thinking about how she had always been used, Yang Ping found it difficult to calm her anger.    

Since it had nothing to do with Zhu Xi, then would Dragon God Competition continue to participate?    

This morning, he had received a text message saying that the eighth round of Dragon God Competition would begin at two in the afternoon. It was said that he would be waiting for the experts from the capital.    

Yang Ping was not interested in Dragon God Competition, so she did not plan to continue participating. Even if the competition was related to Zhu Xi, Zhu Yan and Prince Bell should be able to withstand the attacks of others without a problem.    

He returned to the Yang Medical Center and continued his deep sleep.    

Yang Ping took off the bed sheets, but did not throw them into the washing machine. Instead, she folded the sheets and placed them in the cupboard as a souvenir. He felt that if the person in her dream really cared about him, he would definitely appear again. Ancient women spent their nights in bed with a white handkerchief under their butts, and the next morning a red plum rose on the handkerchief to show their innocence. Of course, not every young person in modern society had a red stain. Many women had their membranes burst due to strenuous exercise or other reasons before their first visit.    

Perhaps the dreamer would wander about and come to the infirmary again.    

Yang Ping thought about her gains and losses.    

Losing Zhu Xi was a very uncomfortable thing. At least Yang Ping was uncomfortable, especially after being scammed, and her anger had almost activated the ominous energy in her body. Fortunately, he managed to quickly suppress it and return to normal, or else the consequences would have been unimaginable.    

The sound of a motorcycle came from outside.    

Yang Ping's body progressed, and she thought, could it be that she was someone who had dreamt last night?    

He quickly opened the door and walked out of the infirmary.    

Zhen Ying was placing down the motorcycle, and when she saw Yang Ping coming out, she laughed: "Big Brother Yang, I'm coming to cheer you on."    

Yang Ping's face turned weird, she sized Zhen Ying up. From left to right, face, figure, the creator's masterpiece, could it be that the person in the dream was Zhen Ying? Zhen Ying blushed slightly at being stared at by Yang Ping, and said: "Big Brother Yang, why are you looking at me like that?"    

Coming back to her senses, Yang Ping smiled awkwardly and said: "Come in."    

Zhen Ying brought Yang Ping breakfast, happily placed him on the table, and called out: "Lala lala, look, I bought a Soup Dumplings, it's delicious. Big Brother Yang, come and try it. "    

Yang Ping asked suspiciously as she sat at the dining table and smelled the fragrance of breakfast. "You still remember Big Brother Yang."    

Zhen Ying laughed: "Of course, I treat Big Brother Yang the best." She rolled her eyes and complained, "Big Brother Yang, were you sleeping in the infirmary last night? Why aren't you going back?"    

Yang Ping stopped eating and thought of Zhu Xi. She said with a wry smile, "I won't be going back in the future either. I want to open up the infirmary, cure the disease, and make some money. In the future, we might even have to buy a house and get married in the Dragon City. "    

Zhen Ying looked at him suspiciously.    

Yang Ping felt embarrassed looking at him and said awkwardly: What's wrong?    

Zhen Ying shook her little head and said with a frown: "Big Brother Yang, I feel like your condition today isn't quite right. The feeling it gave people seemed to have changed a lot. "    

Thump!    

Yang Ping was secretly shocked, could it be that the word "heartbreak" was written all over her face? Even Zhen Ying who was worried about her EQ could tell that if she walked out, the entire street would probably know what was going on.    

"Big Brother Yang, 2 o'clock in the afternoon, I'll go cheer for you." Zhen Ying said mysteriously, "The eighth round of Dragon God Competition has brought a saint from the capital. As the referee, he probably wants to select disciples. "    

Yang Ping was shocked.    

Saints did not just appear randomly. There were only a handful in China who were Saints, true Saints were not the only ones that broke through the Saints' barrier. The appearance of a Sage must be justified and had karma behind it. There were some who had broken through to another level in their Ninth Level Stage and were not able to be called saints. At most, they would reach Subsaint. But the conditions for the promotion of a saint are very strict. Of course, if you can be like the Madame Zhu, who can fight against four Saints one on one without losing, you can be called a Sage. Half of his Subsaint went against the Saint, and he had no chance of winning at all.    

Who were the saints in the capital?    

"I'm not going." Although Yang Ping was curious, her Dragon God Competition was boring as if she was watching a play all day. He was once a soldier and knew that real fighting was much more brutal than the fights in the arena.    

Martial arts training was not used to play the monkey game, but to serve the people, to serve the country.    

"Big Brother Yang, I have nothing to do today, so I'll help you clean up your bed." Zhen Ying, who was sitting at the side, was bored. With a flash of inspiration, he got up and walked towards her room. Yang Ping did not have enough time to stop him, so she could only give up.    

The sunlight shone into the infirmary, bathing in the golden light and lighting up the entire place. Feeling the warmth of the morning, Yang Ping's mood improved a lot.    

"Big Brother Yang, what did you do last night?" Yang Ping's voice came from the bed. Yang Ping suddenly woke up, thought of a possibility, her heart twitched, and guessed, the person in her dreams could not be Zhen Ying right.    

He delivered breakfast early in the morning and even helped to pack up.    

Could it be that Zhen Ying was here to look for that Plum Flower?    

Yang Ping got up and anxiously went into her room. She saw that Zhen Ying was busy and the bed sheets in the cupboard was taken out. Although she did not open them, Zhen Ying's goal was clear, and that was the bed sheets.    

Zhen Ying saw Yang Ping coming in and laughed: "Big Brother Yang, your room is so messy."    

Yang Ping remained calm and collected, drew closer to Zhen Ying, and walked behind her. She lightly pressed his body against hers, and brought her nose close to her hair to smell the fragrance. Zhen Ying's delicate body trembled. Feeling Yang Ping's approach, her face flushed red.    

"Big Brother Yang... You... What is it? " Zhen Ying said with a trembling voice.    

Disappointment flashed across Yang Ping's eyes. The smell of Zhen Ying's hair was not from the pillow, and although the two's smell was similar, they were different types. He sighed in her heart. In the end, she could not find who the person in her dream was.    

"What's wrong?"    

Feeling the disappointment in Yang Ping's eyes, Zhen Ying asked curiously.    

Yang Ping forced out a smile, pulled her out, and said: "There's no need to tidy it up, I'm used to it. What are you going to do today? "    

Zhen Ying didn't doubt his words in the slightest, and said: "Master said to withdraw from the Dragon God Competition, and senior brother has also withdrawn. They said that the Dragon God Competition this time is different from the past, and that the people who are preparing the districts are all from Unrivaled Genius, so they did not win any hope. "    

Yang Ping nodded her head. The experts that LEE Ba represented were not easy to deal with.    

"Master even told me about you." Zhen Ying laughed innocently.    

Yang Ping's heart stirred. She was very interested in the evaluation of Zhen Ying's master, the number one assassin in China.    

Zhen Ying said: "Master said, although you are a bit ugly, but you are worth depending on."    

Clang!    

Yang Ping revealed a resentful look, and laughed: "What evaluation?"    

Yang Ping saw that it was Liu Yu's, and was curious. At a time like this, she couldn't be trying to persuade him to participate, right? After hesitating for a moment, she answered: "Housekeeper Liu, what can I do for you?"    

Liu Yu said in a serious tone: "Madam wishes to see you."