Wang Ling and Matherine saw the humility towards Song Yun in Luo Badao's tone.

Even if Song Yun said that such a big battle in the Golden Dragon Palace is not as awesome as Song Yun said, it must be a powerful force of the Chinese military.

Obviously, Luo Badao is the leader of these people and a big shot in China.

But in front of Song Yun, Luo Badao was so humble.

Turing and Matherine couldn't help but wonder how strong Song Yun was, even a person like Luo Badao dared not be too arrogant in front of him.

"This trip came to the deserted Gobi Desert, please don't let Uncle Luo take a trip."

Song Yun bowed to Luo Badao and then said, "I have solved the matter. These three people have tried to rob and murder. Now I have killed them. Please help Uncle Luo deal with their bodies. In addition, the two Taoist priests Qingxu and Qingnian are seriously injured, so please ask Uncle Luo to take them back for treatment."

Attempt to rob and murder?

Luo Badao glanced at the bodies of Morris and the other two, and of course he knew in his heart that things were not as simple as Song Yun said.

But since Song Yun said that, he did not ask.

He ordered people to rescue Qingxu. After Qingnian rescued them, the two of them quickly woke up. Seeing the people in the room, their eyes finally fell on Song Yun.

Qingxu exclaimed: "Song Yun, are you still alive? How is that possible? The man named Han Fei said that Deacon Yang is a super expert at the peak of foundation building. How can you get out?"

Hearing Qingxu's words, everyone in the Golden Dragon Palace showed a shocked expression.

Luo Badao received a call from Qingxu and knew that the other party was at the SS level, but now a master at the peak of foundation building appeared. This realm is simply too terrifying.

But Song Yun is still alive now, what does this mean?

Could it be that he has also killed the peak of foundation building?

Luo Badao's heart skipped a beat and looked at Song Yun with a look of surprise in his eyes.

Hearing Qingxu's exclamation, Song Yun felt depressed.

He originally wanted to keep it secret, but by Qingxu's words, dozens of people in the Golden Dragon Palace now know that there have been foundation-building masters.

He smiled bitterly and said to everyone: "Where is the peak of foundation building? It's just Han Fei's lie to you. By the way, it's best to keep Han Fei's affairs confidential and never disclose them to anyone."

Luo Badao understood and immediately warned the people in the Golden Dragon Palace: "You have heard Song Yun clearly?"

Wangqing smiled and said, "What did Master Qingxu say? Why didn't I know anything?"

Jia You pointed to the bodies of Morris, Oro and Li Huanxin, and said seriously: "Today, I only saw someone trying to make money and kill him, and then was killed by Song Yun."

Other members of the Golden Dragon Palace also expressed that they would choose to forget about this matter.

Although I don’t know if I can keep the secret, since the other party made such a statement, Song Yun could only accept it.

"Let's go, get out of here."

Song Yun winked at Wang Ling and Matherine and walked out of the bungalow.

Seeing him coming, the crowd retreated to both sides and asked him to leave first.

Such courtesy made Wang Ling and Matherine feel flattered.

After the helicopter was launched, the soldiers surrounding the area retreated, and the area returned to peace, as if nothing had happened.

Qingxu and Qingnian were sent back to Qingcheng Mountain.

The two were seriously injured, and Qingxu even broke his arm, and now he urgently needed treatment.

Song Yun, Wang Ling and Maceline flew to Yanjing by helicopter.

Everyone from the Golden Dragon Palace left. In addition to the pilot, there were three people on the helicopter, Song Yun, Wang Ling and Macelyn.

Song Yun and Yang Ze fought, and were seriously injured and had not fully recovered. They were sitting in the position and were lucky to heal their injuries.

Wang Ling sneaked at Song Yun from time to time, his eyes full of curiosity.

When Song Yun opened her eyes, she finally couldn't help but ask, "Song Yun, who are you?"

Song Yun blurted out: "Man."

Wang Ling curled his lips: "Who doesn't know you are a man? I mean, why are you so strong? Why are the state secret organizations so respectful to you?"

Song Yun smiled and said, "Didn't you hear me call Uncle Luo? I'm his nephew, so of course he will help me."

Wang Ling turned his eyes and Song Yun: "Don't lie to me, I can see that that person is a bit respectful of you, which means you are even more powerful than him, and much more powerful."

Song Yun smiled and said, "Okay, why do you ask so much? Do your own jade business well. The development of the Hetian jade mine will be enough for you to make billions."

Wang Ling wrinkled her nose in dissatisfaction, feeling that Song Yun's words were like teaching a lesson to a three-year-old child, which made her very dissatisfied.

Before he knew it, the helicopter arrived in Yanjing.

There is a helicopter apron on the roof of the Royal Court Hotel. After Song Yun contacted Zhou Hunshi, the helicopter put Song Yun and the other two down here, and then flew back to the Yanjing Military Region.

After solving the problem of Hetian jade mine, the next step is mining. Wang Ling still has a lot of things to deal with and is in a hurry to leave.

After saying goodbye to her, Song Yun took a shower in the Royal Court Hotel, changed his clothes, cleaned himself up, then went downstairs to get the keys of the Ferrari from the security guard, and then went to the underground parking lot.

As soon as he found Ferrari, he saw a woman standing next to the passenger seat, which was Matherine.

"You don't mind, I'll take your ride?"

Matherine smiled at Song Yun, put her hand on the roof of the Ferrari, and her figure was very charming.

"Of course I don't mind."

Song Yun opened the door lock and sat in the driver's seat.

Matherine sat in, closed the car door, looked ahead, and said, "Take me around the mountain."

This sentence is a very obvious hint.

Song Yun glanced at Maceline. Although she looked a bit superior, she had a hot temperament. Especially the plump steamed buns squeezed out of her strapless breasts, which was simply a temptation.

As a normal man, Song Yun certainly has desire at this moment.

But he shook his head and said to Matherine: "Where are you going, I can send you there. If I don't go to the mountain, I will have no time."

"Song Yun, I just want to leave a wonderful memory with you."

Matherine turned around and looked at Song Yun with a burning look, biting her lips, full of charm.

"I'm really not available."

Song Yun smiled dryly, glanced at Maceline's **** and felt a little dry, but he still tried hard to control himself.

"Since we're not available, then we'll be here."

Matherine was determined to have sex with Song Yun, and suddenly rushed over from the co-pilot and pressed on Song Yun.

Feeling Matherine's scorching temperature and the soft sphere pressing on her body, Song Yun could not suppress it.

He slapped Matherine's buttocks with both hands, carried him out of the Ferrari, and said, "The Ferrari is too narrow, let's change the place."

One hour later...

Matherine was still in the hotel room. It was not that she was unwilling to leave, but that she could no longer get out of bed under Song Yun's fierce attack.

Although the two had sex, Matherine knew that Song Yun was just a passerby in her life.

After the joy, everything becomes a memory.

For her, this was a beautiful memory. She never expected that she would feel like she was ascending to heaven.

...

Song Yun drove back to Qinglong Villa and headed straight to Qingluan's room.

Xia Tian had already handed over the affairs of the sect to his subordinates and focused on taking care of Qingluan at home. At this moment, she stood up excitedly and said, "Song Yun, have you found the magic medicine to cure Qingluan?"

"right."

Song Yun nodded and took out the Nine Orifices of Purple Flowers in the Petri dish.

He sat down to the edge of the bed, picked off the nine petals of the Nine-Origin Purple Flower, held them in his palm, and squeezed all the juice of the petals into Qingluan's mouth.

Then he pressed the acupoint of Qingluan's throat, helped her swallow, and swallowed the juice.

Qingluan's lips were stained with a purple color, her eyes were slightly closed, and her expression was peaceful.

One second passed, two seconds passed...

Until one minute later, there was still no movement.

Xia Tian frowned and pondered: "This spiritual herb isn't useless, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qingluan's eyelashes trembled, her eyelids slowly raised and she opened her eyes.

"Qingluan!"

Song Yun screamed excitedly, his face full of excitement.

He leaned over and looked down at Qingluan, so happy that he didn't know what to say.

Qingluan touched Song Yun's head, still showed a gentle smile, and said, "Song Yun, I'm fine."

At this time, when they knew that Song Yun was back, everyone in Qinglong Villa rushed over and saw Qingluan awakening, and they all showed a happy expression.

Liu Ran, Li Yueyue, Chen Mengjie, and other women with weaker temperaments were even more happy to cry.
To be continued...