In the hall, there were two rows of men in black uniformly dressed, standing quietly.

Lin Xing had never seen such a battle before and was very curious and curious about everything in front of him, especially the pistol in his hand.

It seems that it is a boy's nature to like guns.

Ling Huaxi returned to the Dragon King Club after confirming that Lin Nuanxi's life was not in danger.

As soon as he entered the living room, he saw Master Xi Siming with a dark face.

[Lin Xing.] Turning around, Ling Huaxi walked to Lin Xing and took the pistol back from his hand: [It's very late, I'll take you to bed first.]

[Where is mom?]

[Mom is busy these two days and cannot pick up Lin Xing for the time being.] Ling Huaxi picked up little Lin Xing, turned around and walked towards his room: [If you are obedient, I can take you to see mom.]

[Well, Xingzi will be obedient! Those bad guys...were they caught?]

[I've caught it, don't worry, go to bed now.]

[ ……good.]

How come Ling Huaxi is so familiar with this little Doudinger?

This sense of intimacy made Xi Shao Siming misunderstand and darken his face even more!

[Where did this little bean sprout come from?]

The words behind him that were obviously jealous made Ling Huaxi sigh helplessly. Now, he had no intention of joking with West Master Siming.

[How is Young Master Di now?]

Xi Shao Siming shrugged, folded his arms and leaned against the wall: [Wen Liancheng just called, and he has two broken ribs in his back and multiple soft tissue contusions all over his body. He will have to recover for at least a while.]

That little officer Lin Yeqian was so ruthless and cruel!

Ling Huaxi just responded softly, turned his head, and the little guy in the room went to bed obediently.

Turning around, Ling Huaxi took out the car keys from his pocket and walked out.

[Where else are you going?]

[Handling matters in the Potala Palace.]

The most revered Buddhist palace in the world was filled with blood and corpses, and even a Buddhist wall was blown away by the Lin brothers.

Now that Beitang Yaori has no energy to take care of this mess, it naturally falls on the Dragon King Association.

As a member of the Dragon King Society, Ling Huaxi has the responsibility to clean up all this.

[I have informed the government over there that the repairs to the palace have been arranged, so you don’t need to go anymore.]

[…]

Overnight, Jiang Bo, Yuan Mian, and Murong Qiangwei had a great impact on Beitang Yaori. Suddenly having to accept the death of three important people close to him, Beitang Yaori had a huge impact on them.

It must have been a big blow.

And Lin Nuanxi is the same.

[Okay, okay, don't look worried.]

Xi Shao Siming raised his hand to touch Ling Huaxi's beautiful chin. This man's thoughts were always so emotional.

[I've got everything under control, don't worry.]

Words filled with great reassuring power contain incredible down-to-earth power.

Ling Huaxi turned his head and opened his hand: [Master Xi, thank you for your trouble. It's okay. I'll rest now.]

[ etc!]

Xi Shao Siming grabbed Ling Huaxi who turned to go back to his room, not caring that he was in a corridor where people might come at any time.

With a strong tug of his big palm, he held Ling Huaxi in his arms.

The thin body was still carrying the cold wind when he came back from outside. Xi Shao Siming tightened his muscles and rubbed his smooth skin with his face. The touch was excellent.

[Next time if something happens, tell me first and run to Tibet alone. You know how worried I am.]
Chapter completed!