uang Shao also reached five hundred chapters. Both are relatively neat numbers, and they represent the bottleneck Xiaolong needs to break through in his writing. That's about it, so tomorrow there wil...In the relentless downpour, a woman with disheveled hair stumbled with every few steps.

This, however, did not affect her steps as she ran towards the tree.

Just like, she didn't know how many times she had fallen, her forehead was most likely bruised by the same stone, and she didn't forget to whisper-shout: "My child, my child. Don't be afraid, Mom is back. Mom is coming back to hold you, don't be afraid."

The woman, her clothes torn to shreds by thorns, finally stumbled back under the tree: "My child—"

She was suddenly stunned.

Under a big tree, there was nothing.

Her son, disappeared.

"Who Who is it Who stole my child Who!"

The woman finally came to her senses and abruptly turned to look around.

Gale force winds, torrential rain, and thunderclaps rattled one after another.

Not even a single soul came out, claiming to have taken her child.

Her son, he's missing.

Her whole body trembled like chaff, the woman softly knelt on the ground, her forehead touching the earth. Her sobs were like those of a wounded beast.

She reached out with both hands and grabbed a stone.

Bang!

Knock knock.

She is using stones to smash her own head hard.

This way, to punish her how could she, after giving birth to her child, because he was a monster, abandon him.

"Mom, I'm sorry. Mom, you deserve to die!"

A woman screamed, abruptly raising her head and lifting a stone the size of a fist. With all her might, she slammed it down onto her own forehead.

Then, she collapsed limply onto the ground.

No more would she bother to move, allowing herself to be battered by the relentless rain driven by a raging wind.

The raging wind and torrential rain finally abated at the eastern horizon as dawn broke, its fury subsiding.

When a chirping sparrow on the treetop chattered about what it saw last night, the woman slowly woke up.

Once bright and lively eyes, now completely vacant.

Her chapped lips moved incessantly, uttering a whisper: "My child, where are you"

My child, where are you

The morning breeze scattered the words, carrying them away with the woman's hips swaying like a plump bird disappearing into the depths of the forest, dissipating among the rolling hills.

"I am here."

As if watching a movie, in fact, Li Nanfang had only looked for less than five minutes. He leaned against the car door and watched the rearview mirror outside the window, saying softly.

"You, you... what are you saying Are you here"

I hadn't dared to speak for a long time, only daring to use the corner of my eye to watch Li Nanzhang, and after he was stunned for a long time, he finally said this inexplicable sentence. Then, I immediately asked in a low voice.

"Yes, I'm right here."

Li Nanfang blinked, shook off those cinematic hallucinations, and apologized with a smile: "Sorry, I was lost in thought for a moment."

"What were you all thinking"

Duan Xiangning asked, a little breathlessly.

It's nothing, just some strange stuff.

Li Nanshan didn't want to tell anyone because the name "Li Nanshan" made him "see" so many things.

Since he didn't want to say, Duan Xiangning dared not continue to ask, she smiled awkwardly and closed her mouth.

Then Li Nanfang suddenly spoke again: “I like the name Li Nanfang.”

"Me too."

Duan Xiangning hurriedly said.

"But if I were to be called Ye Shen, then I would keep the name Li Nanfang hidden in my heart and become Ye Shen."

Li Nanshan thought for a moment, then smiled and gave an analogy: "It's like children in kindergarten. They might be named Yuan Yuan, but they insist on calling her Xi Yangyang."

Duan Xiangning nodded. "Yes, yes. In your heart, when we're together, you are Li Nanfang. But in front of others, just call yourself Ye Shen. After all, your ID card says Ye Shen."

"Do I have an ID"

"Of course. We all have IDs."

"Where's my ID Let me take a look."

"In Qingshan, my cousin is holding it."

"How could he have my ID card"

Li Nanfang was a little puzzled.

"That's because after you got into the accident, it was your cousins who took you to the hospital."

Li Nanging understood.

After being sent to the hospital following a car accident, he would definitely be given a patient gown — since his cousin is family, they would naturally keep his ID and other belongings.

Because of amnesia, Li Nanan didn't want to consider it. His cousin was clearly in Qingshan, but how could he be involved in those things in Jinghua

Anyway, all that matters is that he knows Duan Xiangning is his wife, loves him deeply, and is willing to do anything for him.

Of course, he would ask about his other relatives besides his wife.

"There's nothing left."

Duan Xiangning looked at him with a face full of regret and said in a soft voice, "You, you were an orphan since you were young. You grew up in an orphanage."

"Oh. What a pity."

Li Nanfang's lips twitched slightly, while Duan Xiangning gently steered the steering wheel and drove off the exit of the ring highway.

At this time, the car had left the city and arrived in the eastern suburbs.

After exiting the around-city expressway, you can directly drive towards the Jingqing Expressway from the front unpaved ramp.

As soon as the car passed the toll booth, Li Nanfang suddenly said, "Pull over ahead."

"What's wrong"

"I'll just go to the toilet," Segment Xiangning blurted out, then immediately understood: "You need to go to the bathroom, right Okay."

Down south at the intersection, a few high-speed interchanges surround fields of crops.

Besides toll booths at each intersection, there aren't even small shops. However, there are public restrooms in the parking area.

Li Nanfang did not say whether he was relieving himself or not.

The car stopped.

When he opened the door to go out, he suddenly said to Duan Xiangning, "You stay in the car, lock the windows, and don't get out."

"Huh"

Du Xiangning was stunned, just about to ask something more, when Li Nanfang slammed the car door shut.

Some people are just trash.

There was a public restroom right there, but Li Nanfang didn't go in. Instead, he stood in front of the green strip and unzipped his pants.

This made Duan Xiangning, who was sitting in the car, quite embarrassed. She muttered something under her breath and casually turned her head to look back.

But now outside, she found it hard to look at Li Nanfang standing there with his rifle aimed and urinating.

Is this what women are

After her car stopped, two black sedans pulled up behind it and parked slowly at the side of the road.

It seems that these two cars are in cahoots.

The driver in front got out and, after going to the back of his car, made a gesture toward the car behind him by snapping his fingers and pointing at the restroom. This was a signal to his companion whether he wanted to use the restroom or not.

A hand reached out from the back car window and waved at him.

"Wait for me, I'll be there soon."

This man, wearing a black round-neck sleeveless vest, looked quite fierce. He had blue tattoos on his arms, clearly someone you wouldn't want to mess with.

Such people generally feel like they are the top dog, with their father being second only to heaven and earth. They consider themselves superior to everyone else.

No matter if I'm in a good mood or a bad mood, when I see someone who gets on my nerves, even if I don't curse at them or punch them, I'll definitely give them a hard stare.

Li Nanfang, who would rather urinate in the green belt than use a public toilet, shouldn't he be disliked by those around him

Even if he asked angrily where he urinated, and said things like "Do you understand basic manners" he should have glared harshly at Li Nanfang.

Actually, he didn't even glance at him when he passed by Li Nanfang.

He was just like air, Li Nanfang.

Duan Xiangning smiled, feeling that the bullies seemed to have more refinement than her husband.

The incompetent husband, trembling a few times after pulling up his pants, didn't immediately get into the car. He took out a cigarette from his pocket.

Duan Xiangning really wanted to tell him that her brother-in-law, Duan Shuhuang, was still waiting for him at Qingshan Airport, and he could smoke in the car.

Anyway, she wouldn't mind.

It wasn't just that Li Nanfang was smoking in the car, even if he were driving and she were lying on him "smoking," it wouldn't be impossible.

Wait, just wait. Anyway, since we've already left Jinghua, trust Yue Zitong, people like Huaye Shen wouldn't even dream that their men have been "taken away" by Huaye Shen out of the city and are about to head towards Qingshan, flying straight to Dali.

As Li Nanfang was about to finish his cigarette, a burly-looking man walked out of the restroom.

He also had a cigarette dangling from his lips.

Just like he pretended not to see Li Nanfang before, he didn't see him when he came back. He just shouted towards the car: "Xiaowei, you really won't let me off easy I warn you, once we get on the highway, don't even think about letting me stop."

"Damn, Li Liang, you wouldn't really do something this despicable, would you"

That little guard cursed, and as Li Nanfang just pushed open the car door, flicked his cigarette butt with his finger, he suddenly spoke to Li Liang: "Wait a moment, friend."

Just as he was about to get back in his car, Li Liang paused and turned back to look at Li Nanfang: "You, are you talking to me"

"Yes, it's you."

Li Nanfang raised his hand and wiped his nose, asking, "Who sent you to track us"

"What"

Li Liang's face was full of confusion. He frowned and asked, "You said... I'm following you"

Yes.

Li Nanshan nodded, impatiently saying, "Spit it out, who is it I'm still in a hurry."

"Well, friend. What do you mean by that How could I possibly—"

Li Liang's laugh was cut short as Li Nanfang suddenly raised his foot and stomped it onto his belly with a thud.

Li Liang, who is over 1.8 meters tall and weighs about 85 kilograms, was sent flying backward like being hit by a train. He crashed straight into the green belt.

Before the scream could escape his lips, a foot landed on his chest.

It is Li Nanshan.

Li Nanshan frowned slightly, lowered his head and asked him again, "Tell me, who sent you"

"Friend, you, you must have misunderstood! We, we never tracked you. We don't even know each other, okay"

Li Liang cried out loudly, struggling.

The more he did this, the more Li Nanshan was convinced that these two cars were following him.

On the highway, cars come and go, with few intersections. It's common to see cars driving continuously along the way.

If Li Liang had two cars, he wouldn't flaunt their professional tracking—that is, the two cars would cross each other's speed at different times, sometimes one car would be in front, and sometimes the other car would be in front. This way, they could effectively avoid attention.

But this rather amateurish tracking skill, in the eyes of a master like Li Nanfang, was childish and laughable.

Of course, it is also possible that the two cars were speeding past each other, with the two drivers engaging in a race.

After all, there aren't any beautiful women on either side of the highway to keep things interesting. When you're bored, it's normal to play some games.

So, when Li Nanfang was on the highway circling the city, he wasn't too sure if this car was tracking him.

This made Duan Xiangning stop the car. He stood in front of the green belt and urinated.

If Li Nanfang also stopped the car and went to the public toilet like Li Liang, Li Liang would think that Li Nanfang was uncultured and would be dissatisfied with him—Li Nanfang would then feel that he wasn't being followed.

After all, trackers don't want to draw attention to themselves while tracking a target.

Ke Li Liang was ignoring Li Nanfang's unrefined behavior precisely to avoid attracting his attention.

This allowed Li Nanfang to determine what he was doing.

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