The Third Devil was equivalent to a gangster with the highest education. In the eyes of the people in the underworld, this kind of person was the standard outlaw, and ordinary people did not dare to provoke him.
In fact, only he himself knew how humble and cowardly he was. Back then, he was also forced to pick up a brick beside him and coincidentally hit the other party's temple with it. It was purely accidental killing. Otherwise, he would not have been sentenced to only a dozen years.
However, this did not stop the Third Devil from being proud of it. It became a source of pride for him to show off in the underworld. That was why a few delinquents came to him and volunteered to be his underlings. Even if they had to live a hard life, they would still be glorious in the eyes of others.
The corner of the Third Devil's mouth curled into a smile as he watched his three underlings flatter him. He felt that life was so beautiful. After helping Young Master Cheng settle this matter, he would be his loyal confidant from now on. With the protection of the Crown Prince, who would dare to provoke him in Qing Jiang in the future?
Well, although these three underlings were loyal, their bodies were like underdeveloped bean sprouts. They did not look powerful enough. If there was a chance, he would recruit more underlings.
The Third Devil touched his chin and thought to himself, There are a few good seedlings among them. They are big, fierce, and brave. I can consider developing them as my underlings.
Those guys were all arrogant and unruly. If it was in the past, he would never dare to have such an idea. But now, with his relationship with the Crown Prince, his confidence had swelled.
In this day and age, who cared about fighting and killing? Money was king. When Young Master Cheng's investment project was in place, he could just do some small projects and those underlings would come crying to him.
Thinking of the bright future, the Third Devil closed his beautiful eyes and snickered.
"Brother Devil, that guy got out of the car. What should we do?"
The Maozi suddenly turned his head and asked nervously.
"What do you mean what should we do? Just go and do it. You have followed me for so long. Can't you purposely find fault with me?"
Hearing the Maozi's nervous tone, the Third Devil did not even bother to open his eyes. He was even more determined to get a few powerful underlings.
"Gulp!"
The three little brothers swallowed their saliva at the same time. They thought to themselves that their boss was indeed the boss. After all, he had seen such a big scene and was able to remain so calm even when facing so many people's ambush.
"But … but … there are so many of them."
No matter how brave the boss was, the little brother didn't want to die. Russian was so scared that even his voice began to tremble.
"So what if there are a lot of people … Ah, what, a lot of people? No … Wasn't it just a man and a woman? How … How could … So many people suddenly appear! "
The third Japanese became more and more dissatisfied. He subconsciously wanted to curse, but he quickly reacted. He opened his eyes and looked at the dense crowd in front of him. There were at least two thousand people, if not three thousand. He had never seen such a big scene before. His legs began to cramp, and he was so scared that he sobered up. He stammered, "What?
"Boss, we've been ambushed. What should we do? What to do? I don't want to die, I miss my mom, boohoo … "
Yakun was the youngest, not even 20 years old. Looking at the burly men surrounding them from all directions, he was so scared that tears came out of his eyes.
He cried, "I … I miss my mom too, I want to go home, boohoo …"
"I miss my dad. Even if my dad uses his belt to hit me, he won't hit me to death, boohoo!"
Emotions could be contagious. When Yakun cried, Yanggang and Russian also cried. They all cried that they wanted to go home to find their mom and dad.
The third Japanese's eyes were also red. He was not a hero. Back then, he was just a rabbit that bit a man when it was cornered. At this moment, his legs were trembling, and his mind was blank. There was only one thought in his mind. It's over, we're dead this time.
Compared to their fear, Diba's heart was filled with shock. He stared at Ding Ning in disbelief, hoping that he could give him an explanation.
Who were these burly men hiding in the suburbs? Why did they all call him Young Master? What made her feel most embarrassed was that these guys actually respectfully called her Young Mistress.
Ding Ning smiled and held her hand. He said with a chuckle, "Didn't I say that I would give you a surprise tonight?"
"This is a surprise? I think it's more like a shock. "
Diba looked at the group of at least two thousand men who exuded a strong aura and moved closer to Ding Ning in fear.
"Young Master, how do we deal with these guys with bad intentions?"
To Diba's surprise, even the taxi driver was one of Ding Ning's men. At this moment, he was looking at Ding Ning respectfully and asking.
"They're just a few small fries. Let's control them first. We'll talk about it after we finish our business."
Ding Ning did not take the Three Devils and the others seriously at all. From the moment they left the guesthouse of the Provincial Supervisory Committee, he had sensed that someone was following them. Every move of the Three Devils and all their conversations were monitored by his Divine Senses.
If he was not a little interested in who Young Master Cheng was behind the three Japanese, he would not have bothered with these lowly hooligans.
"Yes, Young Master!"
As Lang Yu, who was pretending to be the taxi driver, bowed and answered, the three Japanese felt the door of the car open. A big hand as big as a cattail leaf fan reached in and slapped the back of his head heavily. He fainted in happiness.
Watching the three Japanese and the others being picked up like chicks and thrown aside casually, the most amazing thing was that a big man waved his hand and the taxi disappeared without a trace. Diba covered her mouth in shock and asked in disbelief, "They also know magic?"
"Magic? Hehe! "
Ding Ning smiled mysteriously. He held her hand and said softly, "Do you still remember the song I played?"
"War Sonata?"
Diba asked in confusion. That was the name she had given to the song.
Ding Ning nodded and said with a smile, "Didn't you say that every character has a prototype? Then I'll take you to see the prototype of that character today. "
"Who are you? Five-colored God of War?"
Diba suddenly widened her eyes and stared at Ding Ning with a fiery gaze. Her face was full of disbelief.
Ding Ning smiled reservedly and said mysteriously, "Look carefully."
Diba's beautiful eyes suddenly widened. She saw Ding Ning in front of her suddenly burst out with five-colored light, and in the blink of an eye, a suit of five-colored armor appeared out of thin air. It was exactly the same as the suit of Five-colored God of War that appeared when the song was played. She almost screamed and covered her mouth with her hands. Her eyes were full of disbelief and shock.
But this was not the end. It was just the beginning. Ding Ning, who was wearing the five-colored armor, waved his hand, and a red-haired monster appeared out of thin air. It meekly put its big hairy head on Ding Ning's thigh, looking cute and flattering.
Ding Ning rubbed its big head, turned over and rode on it. He reached out to Diba and said, "Come on, your husband will take you to show off and fly."
Diba was completely dumbfounded and ignored Ding Ning's outstretched hand. This bizarre scene had completely subverted her outlook on life and the world. Even American blockbusters did not have such a plot.
It made her feel like she was dreaming and unreal at all. Previously, she had been sure that the Five-colored God of War must have a character model and secretly laughed at Ding Ning's narcissism. He even set the figure of the Five-colored God of War to be exactly the same as his.
But she did not expect that Ding Ning was the character model of the Five-colored God of War. This made her feel extremely shocked and even a little funny. Was this interesting? Was he using magic to deceive her optical nerves?
But the next moment, she saw that the two thousand strong men stretched out their hands and waved them together. Ferocious giant wolves, which were exactly the same as the one in the music score, appeared out of thin air and knelt on the ground like humans, as if they were worshipping Ding Ning.
And those strong men, who gave off a murderous aura, uniformly knelt on one knee at Ding Ning. Their eyes flashed with fanatical worship, and they shouted directly to the sky, "Greetings, Marshal."
Marshal?
Diba was completely dumbfounded. These people's acting was too professional, wasn't it? And that giant wolf, was it a combination of light and shadow? Why did it look so real?
"This is magic, this must be magic."
Diba muttered to himself, trying to find a reasonable explanation for himself.
"You're making me lose face by doing this."
Ding Ning stretched out his hand for a long time, but Diba stood there in a daze and did not pay attention to him. He felt very embarrassed in front of so many wolf riders. This pretentious act was too much, and Diba did not believe it at all.
"Ah … oh …"
Only then did Diba come to her senses. She had an indescribably strange expression on her face. She reached out and held Ding Ning's hand that was glowing with five-colored light. Ding Ning exerted a little force and pulled her into his arms.
Diba touched the thick, smooth, and plush texture of her lower body, and her beautiful eyes were filled with confusion. She couldn't distinguish between reality and dream. She subconsciously pinched her arm, and the intense pain made her cry out in pain. Only then did she realize that this didn't seem to be a dream, but reality.
"Silly girl, this is not magic, nor is it a dream. This is reality. In fact, I am not a magician, but a martial artist, or in other words, a cultivator."
Ding Ning looked at her silly appearance and could not help but laugh as he softly explained in her ear.
"Cultivator? Does it really exist? "
Diba's beautiful eyes were full of confusion. She had acted in many films and had also played cultivators who could fly in the sky and burrow into the earth, but weren't those all fictitious?
"Of course, your husband, I, is a cultivator."
Ding Ning said with certainty.
According to the division of the cultivation world, the Holy Martial Realm still had the word "martial" in it, and was not completely separated from the category of martial artists. It was in the transitional stage of transformation from martial artists to cultivators, and strictly speaking, could only be regarded as a martial artist.
But the basic characteristic of a cultivator was that they could use the power of heaven and earth to display magical powers and spells. His situation was relatively special. He had refined his body, had a special ability, and cultivated both inside and outside. As early as when he was still in the Profound Martial Realm, he could display magical powers and spells. It was not wrong to say that he was a martial artist, but it was also not wrong to say that he was a cultivator.
"Isn't that an immortal?"
Diba covered her small mouth in amazement and said incredulously.
"There are no immortals in this world. The so-called immortals are just a title ordinary people give to those things or existences that they can't understand."
Ding Ning smiled faintly and explained patiently.
The light in Diba's eyes dimmed. At this moment, she was unprecedentedly sensitive. The word 'ordinary person' was a huge blow to her. She was once a superstar that she was proud of, but in the eyes of such a powerful existence, she was nothing more than a commoner.
Ding Ning paid attention to her feelings wholeheartedly. How could he not know what she was thinking? He hugged her a little more dotingly and said softly in her ear, "From now on, you are no longer an ordinary person. I want you to become an existence like me. Are you willing to do that?"
"Can … can I?"
Diba's eyes suddenly lit up, and she asked with some surprise and some anxiety.
"You are my woman. If I say yes, of course you can."
Ding Ning's tone was full of strong confidence and domineering.
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