Female CEO's Super Bodyguard

1Ming Zhu's beautiful figure merged with the darkness, her strength far surpassing Yang Ping's expectations. However, he was not the least bit happy, as he was very clear about the price that was needed to raise his strength. Duan Fei forcefully raised his strength all the way to his Saint's Late Stage, and with the help of his power and not the power of the true realm, he had lost more than half his life.    

    

Where's the pearl?    

    

To go from being a Martial Cultivator of Fifth Level Stage to a strong warrior who could kill the King of Assassins without making a sound, how much must one have to pay in the process?    

    

Yang Ping didn't dare think about it. Every breath she took in thought made her heart burn, making him feel unbearable pain. He hated why her strength was so weak, unable to open her chest wide and protect the pearl from the wind and rain. On the contrary, she needed Ming Zhu to sacrifice her to help him solve his problems.    

    

Middle stage of the Subsaint.    

    

Yang Ping smiled bitterly. She was recently stuck at a bottleneck and was unable to break through. No matter how much suffering he faced, no matter how she squeezed out the potential of the Body of Top Yang, she still did not progress at all.    

    

He almost despaired.    

    

Yang Ping urgently wanted to become strong, strong enough to solve all of Dragon City's problems. It was a pity that she couldn't find the opportunity to break through. If anyone knew what he was thinking, they would think he was crazy.    

    

How much time did it take to advance to the middle stage of the Subsaint? In less than a week, he had been delusional enough to think of reaching the late stage of the Subsaint.    

    

Looking silently in the direction of the darkness, Yang Ping stood there for a long time. When her No. 3 Villa had its lights turned off and Zhu Xi was about to come out and return home, she turned around and left.    

    

Returning to the Yang's Small Clinic, he stood at the doorway, her eyes carrying a little nostalgia. She coldly glanced at the place that was once filled with hope, a place that was so close to Zhu Xi that it could protect her left and right at any time.    

    

All hope will pass.    

    

Yang Ping closed her eyes. Although she could not bear it, the power that filled the air surged crazily, the eight nodes of her body shone with a dazzling light, like eight suns, as they released pure Body of Top Yang s.    

    

Countless amounts of energy flew out from his body, turning into countless cold-blooded blades. It was as if the Devil God had returned to the world and was destroying everything.    

    

BOOM!    

    

The blade of power pierced towards the Yang's Small Clinic, like a beautiful cherry blossom dancing in the air, filled with sadness, coldness and determination.    

    

The doors and windows shattered, and the broken cherry blossoms poured in from the windows, turning the tables and stools inside into dust. A shocking fist descended from the sky, smashing through the roof of the prefabricated buildings, from top to bottom, and penetrated deep into the ground.    

    

The house collapsed.    

    

Dust filled the sky.    

    

With just a thought, Yang Ping destroyed the place that once held such hope, and prepared to start over.    

    

A suit floated out from the room.    

    

This was the first gift that Zhu Xi had given to him from before. It was exquisite and exquisite, an expensive suit. When worn, it would turn into a gentleman that Zhu Xi thought she was, and Yang Ping would consider to be a good-looking man.    

    

When Yang Ping put on this set of clothes, she knew that Zhu Xi had always wanted to see him wear it, which meant that from the start to the end, Zhu Xi wanted him to become the man she wanted.    

    

But Zhu Xi failed.    

    

Yang Ping would still be the same Yang Ping. She would not change it for anyone, nor could she change it.    

    

Yang Ping quietly watched with an expressionless face. In the place where her gaze fell, there seemed to be layers upon layers of shackles that sealed the memory, concealing it deep within her heart.    

    

It's about time for a paragraph.    

    

His suit fluttered in the cold wind and hung on the tree in front of the infirmary, just like how she had been in the past, hanging in her obscure memories. Yang Ping left the suit behind and turned to leave.    

    

He sighed with a touch of melancholy.    

    

Seemingly free.    

    

But there was still a Legacy.    

    

Yang Ping sang the song she came here to sing, it was a folk song that the Junior Sister called him while she was learning in the mountains.    

    

Only the abandoned suit swayed in time to the tune, amid the lingering sadness and determination.    

    

Goodbye, my suit.    

    

The collapse of the infirmary buried all of Yang Ping's dreams.    

    

The suit hung high, indicating that he had cut off his former grief.    

    

When Yang Ping's figure gradually sank into the darkness, she could not be seen by the street lights at the intersection ahead. He was already like a pearl, having made his own decision, giving it her all.    

    

The pearl was for him.    

    

He did it for the people of Dragon City.    

    

After an unknown amount of time, when the dust from the collapse of the infirmary fell to the ground, a sports car slowly drove over. Zhu Xi held onto the steering wheel, and was still angry at Yang Ping's logic within the villa.    

    

Why should someone else's father be my own father while my own father is going to die?    

    

Zhu Xi felt that it was very unfair.    

    

Yang Ping kept saying that her father had killed a lot of people, but she had never seen it with her own eyes. Even though she knew that her father was very evil, his blood still flowed through her body.    

    

Mom left the world.    

    

Zhu Di was at the Mi Country.    

    

On the huge map of China, Zhu Xi was incomparably lonely. If something were to happen to her father, then the only two relatives in the world would be missing one. No matter the cost, it couldn't be exchanged for the blood kinship.    

    

Zhu Xi felt that shsheshould find Yang Ping and have a good talk with him, make her own request and see if she could find a solution to the problem. Before they came back, Zhu Yan had guaranteed to Zhu Xi that he would never do anything that would harm the heavens and the earth in the future.    

    

At most, he would just let his father leave the Dragon City and go somewhere far away. This way, he wouldn't disturb the relationship between the two of them.    

    

As Zhu Xi thought about this, she felt that she had sacrificed herself. Sacrificing her blood ties with her father was actually the most painful and helpless thing she had done.    

    

Didn't Yang Ping experience the pain of being in the middle of all these?    

    

Zhu Xi took a deep breath, parked the car by the side of the road and prepared to enter the infirmary to find Yang Ping. Under normal circumstances, if the two of them were to quarrel, Yang Ping would not return to the Bay Area Villa, and would instead come to the infirmary to stay for a while.    

    

Zhu Xi was used to this kind of interaction pattern, and felt that it should be the same for the future development.    

    

However, the moment she stood in front of a pile of ruins and saw the scene of devastation, her eyes went wide with disbelief.    

    

The entire building was in ruins!    

    

Zhu Xi stared blankly at the ruins. She felt an indescribable pain in her heart, as though she had sensed a possibility of extreme pain. She charged into the midst of the ruins and shouted, "Yang Ping, don't joke with me. Do you know how much it will cost to rebuild the building?"    

    

"Come out!"    

    

Zhu Xi panted intensely, her delicate body trembled slightly as she muttered: "No, Yang Ping, we were just arguing, you shouldn't be so heartless."    

    

After searching for a few times, she found that the ruins were still in ruins. She made herself sober and calm, feeling that this was probably a nightmare and that she would wake up tomorrow.    

    

But she realized with horror that it was not a dream.    

    

The infirmary had been turned into ruins, and the renovated house had become irreparable.    

    

Zhu Xi took out her phone and called the chief executive of the construction company that was part of China Airlines. He shouted: "I order you to bring the construction team here right now!"    

    

She wanted to rebuild the hospital.    

    

That's what I used to do. After that, Yang Ping came back.    

    

She felt that the reconstruction of the infirmary should still be the same. It still had a familiar feeling to it.    

    

But why couldn't he help but tremble at the bottom of his heart?    

    

Zhu Xi realized that this time was probably different from any other quarrel she had before. When she turned around, her beautiful face instantly turned pale white. She saw the suit hanging on the tree. Something familiar.    

    

The first thing she sold to Yang Ping.    

    

He was abandoned on a tree trunk that was as lonely as snow.    

    

Ah!    

    

Zhu Xi clenched her fist and screamed in pain.    

    

The swing of the suit seemed to emit countless cold and merciless swords, they fiercely stabbed into her heart, causing Zhu Xi to be unable to continue, she knelt on the ground and cried in pain.    

    

And at this moment, Yang Ping did not appear again.    

    

It was as if he had left her world forever.