Slaying God: Mingjie Agent, starting with Emperor Armor

Baili Pangpang held a knife in one hand and an exquisitely packaged Rolex box in the other, looking at everyone with a smile.

He would give a Rolex to every person who came forward to take a knife.

Jiang Liu didn't know what was inside at first, but when he opened it, he almost blinded his eyes.

"Holy crap, a limited edition Rolex?!"

"Dude, does your family run a watch factory?"

Faced with Jiang Liu's surprise, Baili Pangpang shyly waved his hands.

"Ordinary family, ordinary family."

Jiang Liu:?

You carry a limited edition Rolex with you, and you tell me you come from an ordinary family?

Then what am I?

Do I still need to apply for subsistence allowance?

It seemed that he was too surprised and moved too much, which affected the wound on his body and made him grimace in pain.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?"

Lin Qiye seemed to have thought of something and asked with concern.

"He's not dead yet, but it seems like a few of his ribs are broken."

Jiang Liu looked at Jia Lan with lingering fear. This woman was really tough. She bumped into him and almost killed him.

If anyone marries her in the future, he will definitely suffer a lot.

The expression on Baili Pangpang's face was a little unnatural. He glanced at Jialan secretly, then immediately looked away.

"It's a minor injury, just a few broken ribs."

If Qiye and I hadn't stopped you, next week would have been your seventh day of mourning just based on what you said.

After An Qingyu heard this, a glimmer of light flashed under his glasses. He raised his hand honestly and recommended himself.

"I can treat it, do you need it?"

When Jiang Liu heard this, he looked at An Qingyu and subconsciously thought of him as the owner of the healing forbidden ruins, and instantly became alert.

"Really?"

You know, healing forbidden ruins are very rare and can save you a lot of pain, but they are hard to come by.

But he overlooked one problem.

An Qingyu is not.

"real."

After hearing An Qingyu's answer, Jiang Liu showed a hint of joy on his face. Just as he was about to take a step, he noticed the strange expressions on the faces of others.

"What's wrong? Is there any problem?"

Lin Qiye and Baili Pangpang, adhering to the principle of watching the fun while getting involved, tried to calm their expressions and shook their heads.

"fine."

"Qingyu is...very professional."

Hearing that it was very professional, Jiang Liu's smile became even brighter.

"It's so troublesome for you."

An Qingyu stroked his glasses and a gentle smile appeared on his face.

"No trouble, just follow me."

Watching the two people go away, Baili Pangpang still couldn't hold back.

"Is he going to be okay?"

"No, Qingyu is indeed professional, but the method..."

In a quiet corner, Jiang Liu sat on the open space, looking at An Qingyu with an innocent face, and only then did he remember the problem.

"Brother, what is your forbidden ruins?"

"Micro-treatment or resuscitation?"

An Qingyu turned his head. At this time, he had put on gloves and was holding a scalpel in his left hand.

"What's micro-treatment? What's life-saving?"

Jiang Liu looked at the scalpel in An Qingyu's hand, and suddenly a bad premonition arose in his heart.

"Neither... Then... how do you treat it?"

An Qingyu looked at Jiang Liu calmly, but the words he said made him shudder.

"Of course, we'll open the chest first, and then perform rib repair surgery."

Jiang Liu:?

What did he just hear?

Disembowel?!

What the hell? Opening up here?

Jiang Liuer swallowed, moved back cautiously, and asked tentatively.

"Brother, are you kidding me?"

"No."

"Don't worry, I'm a professional."

During the past few months at the military base, An Qingyu performed dissection experiments almost every day and had become an expert at opening corpses.

Looking at An Qingyu's serious expression, Jiang Liu was scared.

"Hey, big brother, I suddenly don't feel any pain anymore. My grandma is about to give birth to my dad. I'm going back to see if it's a boy or a girl."

Jiang Liu used his hands and feet, and turned himself into a four-wheel drive, running wildly outside.

Three seconds later.

Jiang Liuer's limbs were tied up in mid-air by black silk threads. He wanted to struggle, but he couldn't break free.

"Brother, big brother, godfather, I really don't feel any pain anymore, please let me go! I really don't feel any pain anymore!"

An Qingyu was completely unmoved.