Slaying God: Mingjie Agent, starting with Emperor Armor

After instructing the night watchman of Erhai Lake on some precautions, Su Chen and his group left the street and headed straight for Jiang Er's house.

on the way.

They happened to run into Jiang Er and her daughter, who were carrying large and small bags.

Upon seeing Baili Pangpang and his group arrive, Jiang Er was filled with surprise. She covered her mouth and exclaimed in astonishment, "Pangpang? What brings you all here?"

Baili Pangpang scratched his head: "Just here to join in the fun."

Lin Qiye chimed in from the side: "Auntie, this is our comrade-in-arms. He just happened to be on vacation here, and when he heard about Jiang Er's situation... he came along."

"Did I disturb Auntie?"

Shen Qingzhu and Cao Yuan quickly bowed and said, "Hello, Auntie."

Jiang's mother was taken aback at first, then looked at the three people who had followed behind her and waved her hand, saying, "It's alright, it's alright, we won't bother you."

"It's been a long time since it's been this lively."

"Come with me, let's go home."

Shen Qingzhu, with great perceptiveness, took the things from Jiang's mother's hands, while Baili Pangpang and Cao Yuan picked up the things for Jiang Er.

The group returned home in a grand procession.

Open the door.

An eerie silence descended.

The TV in the living room is off.

Sunlight streamed obliquely through the window, casting interplay of light and shadow on the floor in geometric patterns, making the dust motes floating in the air clearly visible under the beams of light.

On the side of the coffee table.

An Qingyu and Jiang's father sat facing each other, with a chess endgame set in front of them.

An Qingyu sat like a primary school student, with her back straight, hands on her knees, and an innocent, ingratiating smile on her face.

His lips twitched, as if he wanted to say something.

however.

They didn't dare say a word.

stressed.

Jiang's father frowned, his lips pressed into a straight line, and the veins on his forehead throbbed with each breath.

In his other hand, he held a cannon. His fingertips were white, as if he were about to crush the piece into dust.

Jiang's mother completely ignored Jiang's father's expression.

"Little Fish can even play chess? I've rarely seen this old man fail at chess. He's really promising for his age."

Hearing Jiang's mother say these words.

An Qingyu scratched the back of her head: "I learned some things from the captain before."

"Understood."

When those two words reached Jiang's father's ears, it was like being pricked by needles; they were incredibly grating.

When he first started playing chess, he said he knew a little bit about it.

The results of it?

Bureau 18.

A full 18 innings!

We lost everything.

The atmosphere grew increasingly eerie.

An Qingyu had no choice but to turn to Su Chen for help.

He had tried to give way to Jiang's father.

The results all ended in failure, with him always ending up with only one soldier left, leading to a stalemate.

There's really no other way.

burnt out.

Su Chen smiled and sat down on the sofa: "Uncle, you're amazing. Qingyu is the best chess player in our unit. Even our commander can't beat him."

Hear this.

Jiang's father felt somewhat better.

If what An Qingyu said is true, then his title of national chess champion is just for show.

But Su Chen said that.

Even the commander couldn't get away with it.

rounding.

Isn't he practically the commander?

Much more comfortable.

"I'm getting old, I'm getting old. Talented people emerge in every generation, and the Yangtze River's waves push forward, each wave stronger than the last."

Baili Pangpang, Shen Qingzhu, and Cao Yuan stepped forward and greeted Jiang's father one by one, which eased the atmosphere.

"Hello, uncle."

Jiang's father immediately put on a kind and gentle expression.

"Good, good, good."

"Everybody sit down, everybody sit down."

"There's fruit here, eat whatever you want, don't be shy with your uncle."

An Qingyu:?

Are you treating people differently?

I'm the son-in-law, right?

An Qingyu coughed lightly, her gaze lingering on Jiang's father's legs as he sat in his wheelchair, and tried to interject, "Uncle, your legs?"

Jiang's father reverted to his stern expression.

"I broke my leg when I was working on a construction site a few years ago, and it left me with a chronic condition."

The words fell.

Jiang's father glanced at Jiang Er, who was all smiles in the kitchen, and then at An Qingyu sitting next to her. Seemingly worried about something, he added, "Don't let my appearance fool you, I can take care of myself without anyone looking after me."

An Qingyu knew exactly what was going on.

She could have easily not told him these things, but it seems she added them because she was afraid of delaying her daughter's affairs.

“I do research in the military, so I’m very familiar with this kind of situation. Uncle, why don’t you let me take a look?”

Jiang's father looked at An Qingyu suspiciously: "This is not an ordinary ailment. Even the major hospitals in Beijing can't do anything about it. How could you?"

He's paralyzed on one side.

This is not simply a bone issue; it involves the spine, nerves, and other factors.

An Qingyu looked to be only about twenty-three or twenty-four years old.

A proper medical student.

this age.

It feels like I'm still doing my internship at the hospital.

Can it work?

Lin Qiye chimed in from the side: "Qingyu is indeed capable. Some of her techniques haven't been fully disclosed yet, and not many doctors have mastered them. Qingyu is one of them."

There really isn't a disease in the world that An Qingyu can't diagnose.

Others echoed.

Jiang Er poked her head out from the kitchen: "Dad, why don't you let Qingyu try it? It's his good intention."

Seeing that even her own daughter had said so.

Jiang's father finally wavered a little.

In the bedroom.

Jiang's father lay flat on the bed, while An Qingyu stood beside the bed, casually pressing on it, her eyes flashing with blue light.

After a while.

An Qingyu withdrew her hand and said with a smile, "It can be cured. These are minor ailments. Fortunately, I brought these medicinal herbs with me for my uncle."

Jiang's father looked on with suspicion.

What the hell?

Is it really that simple, just a couple of clicks and it's done?

You don't even watch movies?

An Qingyu left the room and went to the courtyard, where she found Su Chen.

"It's nothing serious."

"The problem lies in how to cure it properly."

An Qingyu, having deciphered so many mysteries at the Night Watch headquarters in Utopia, has acquired abilities far beyond what they once were. Curing her would be incredibly easy for her.

How to cure it properly is a problem.

Baili Pangpang walked out from the side, took out a bunch of random medicinal herbs from his body: "Just grind them into powder and apply it, isn't that enough?"

Everyone suddenly understood.

Anyway, the real cure doesn't require these medicinal herbs.

Applying it externally is just a cover-up.

Just do it.

After fiddling around outside for two or three minutes, Anqingyu brand Wantong muscle and bone patch was successfully launched.

An Qingyu brought her artwork to the bedside and skillfully placed it on Jiang's father's leg.

at the same time.

A wisp of strange energy flowed from An Qingyu's palm to Jiang's father's leg: "Uncle, can you feel it?"

Jiang's father looked on in astonishment.

Have!

That’s great!

"What kind of medicated patch is this? You didn't add capsaicin to it, did you? Just trying to make me happy?"

An Qingyu smiled but said nothing.

After this was repeated twice, the nerves, bones, and muscles in Jiang's father's legs recovered completely without him even realizing it.

Even better than before.

"time to eat!"

Jiang's mother called out from outside the door.

An Qingyu removed all the so-called ointments and walked out on her own: "Uncle, let's go, it's time for us to eat."

Jiang's father struggled to get up, preparing to move into his wheelchair as usual.

Just as he was about to exert his strength.

Suddenly I felt feeling in my leg again!

Jiang's father's heart skipped a beat.

Hallucination?

His eyes widened suddenly, staring intently at his legs, and he carefully sent a command to his brain.

Move your toes!

next second.

His toes twitched.

Overwhelmed with ecstasy and disbelief, Jiang's father trembled all over, preparing to try again.

I moved little by little to the edge of the bed.

Instead of using a wheelchair, he placed his legs on the edge of the bed, his feet touching the ground, where a cold sensation washed over him.

Jiang's father used all his strength to put his right leg down as well, and supported himself on his knees with his hands, standing up unsteadily.

He stood up!