Acting Quest: Pin Dao is really just an actor

The room is extremely luxurious, and everything used is readily available.

But these eye-catching luxury items were unexpectedly neglected, and there was no trace of being used by anyone.

Not far from the young man, stood a stern black Tang knife. Like the man, it was cold, daunting, and unearthly.

Looking at the rushing water of the Shenlong River outside the window, the young man's sword eyebrows slightly frowned.

"Tap, tap."

The electronic door lock rotated, and an elegant man in a white suit walked into the room. Looking at the back by the window, the elegant man smiled helplessly.

Du Xingheng sighed lightly: "Breakthrough?"

Standing by the window, Qilinzi of the Chen family turned his head slowly, only glanced at the person coming, then retracted his eyes, still looking at the tumbling river, and nodded slightly.

"The practice room said you had left a long time ago, and I guessed that you came back."

Du Xingheng slightly shrugged his shoulders, nestled into the extremely luxurious sofa, and picked up the top-grade red wine specially prepared for Chen Qilin. Looking at the intact bottle seal, the elegant man couldn't help but click his tongue: "The old man is so willing, I beg for this bottle For half a year, he refused to give it to me."

"Now it's specially prepared for you, but you ignore it."

The elegant man curled his lips: "You are really reckless with a dead face."

Chen Qilin stood by the window without saying a word.

The young and old, who don’t get a response every day, seem to be used to this feeling, and they don’t feel annoyed, and ask as if talking to themselves: “These 15 years of accumulation and blogging have been collected by appointment, what level has the breakthrough reached this time? gone?"

"Little Grandmaster?"

Du Xingheng was a little curious: "Or the Grand Master?"

"Half-step cave."

Chen Qilin cherishes words like gold as before.

"Gan!"

Du Xingheng grinned and cursed: "It's so damn talented that you can do whatever you want."

Chen Qilin ignored Du Xingheng's words, looked at the river under his feet, and said to himself: "What happened to that?"

"It's early."

Du Xingheng, who was still immersed in the blows of his cultivation base, fell on the sofa indignantly, with a look of letting life lie flat and reckless: "Can you talk about something else for a day, and staring at this thing every day, don't you bother?" ?”

"Other?"

Staring at the river, the Qilinzi of the Chen family spoke slowly, his voice still soundless: "Then what do you think of the river?"

Du Xingheng turned over and sat up, looked at the galloping Shen Longjiang and curled his lips: "They are all the same."

"Same?"

Chen Qilin glanced at the elegant man behind him, then looked at the river again, his dark eyes changed slightly, and he said calmly: "This time, not necessarily."

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feather water.

Outside the Bianchengwei Hospital, dozens of luxury cars were parked on the side of the road.

The top sports car with flowing lines, the top sedan with the statuette standing in front of the car, and the off-road cars with half-person height wheels are almost lined up, making people dazzled.

It can be vaguely seen that there are young people in their early 20s sitting in the car, all of them exuding aura of wealth, looking at the hospital in the distance and the scorching sun above their heads, looking a little impatient.

In the black car with a golden figure standing in front of the leading car, a middle-aged beautiful woman in luxurious clothes was rubbing her hands and looking at the huge hospital in the distance.

But for a long time, I couldn't see the figure I wanted to see, and the eyes of the beautiful woman were extremely anxious.

The Border Town Guard Hospital is not open to the public, it is only open to special operators such as troops or special operations groups.

The woman asked worriedly, "Xiao An, he won't have any problems, right?"

The butler-looking old man sitting in the co-pilot looked at the time on his wrist, and slowly shook his head: "Probably not, madam, please wait a little longer. According to the government, the young master will be back at twelve o'clock."

The middle-aged beautiful woman was a little relieved, but her eyes still couldn't help but drift towards the hospital.

The news that Meng An was controlled by the government caused an uproar in Meng's family.

Some of the forces of several families fell into trouble and others suddenly emerged, which made Meng An's line a little anxious.

In the past few days, Meng An's parents have been extremely sad. They frantically searched for news about their son, hoping to get any valuable help, but it was of little use.

How could the beautiful woman not be in a hurry when she finally received the news that her son had returned home safely.

Many Yushui dandies who had good friends with Meng An also received the news and came here spontaneously, in order to make this "friendship" more eye-catching.

……

When a bright red stamp fell heavily, several staff members in camouflage led the young man through the checkpoints.

Surrounded by the staff, the young man in hospital clothes slowly walked out of the hospital hall, stretched out his hand to block the sunlight, and took a deep breath of air.

Looking at the empty world in front of him, Meng An was in a daze.

Turning his head and glanced at the hall behind him, the young man smiled deeply, his eyes slightly strange.

Then, facing the sun, he walked down the steps step by step, his steps appearing a little vain.

……

Outside the hospital, the sharp-eyed butler looked at the shambling figure walking out of the hospital from a distance, and said happily, "Madam, it's the young master!"

The middle-aged woman with a worried face suddenly raised her head and looked at her son's figure from a distance, her eyes were quickly covered with mist.

After a series of muffled sounds of opening and closing the car doors, the beautiful woman and dozens of luxuriously dressed dandies rushed to the hospital gate, eagerly looking at the young Taoist priest inside the lifting pole with extremely hot eyes.

"Meng Shao!"

"Ange!"

"Awesome, awesome~!"

Whistles and cheers of various appellations sounded randomly at the hospital gate.

Looking at the turbulent posture in front of him, Meng An turned his head towards the hospital building and saluted with two fingers, raised two fingers in front of his forehead and swiped outward, with a deeper smile on his face.

The meeting room on the top floor of the hospital.