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The slaves, fearing that the wind might blow away the people and the beds, tied all the beds together, and tied their hands to the bedstead, and all the beds were huddled together, battered by the wind, and clanging all night.

The moment the Truck fell to the ground, Bao Ye nimbly jumped out of the car, and took the chance when the Deacon Zhu and the rest weren't paying attention, and teleported to the Ministry of Health in the building.

The sixth brother sighed.

Nian Gao looked towards Bao Ye and just in time to see a luxurious car stop outside the door. After that, his family's master, Dong Lingce, walked over from the back of the car. Under the fierce wind, his pitch black hair was still hanging neatly behind him.

"Master is here."

Nian Gao hurriedly moved the mop and bucket to the side, in order to not dirty his master's eyes.

Bao Ye was startled, the wind was strong, why did this god's disease still come to work?

He immediately opened the door for Dong Lingce. After he entered the room, he quickly closed the door to block the dust that was blowing in.

Bao Ye's intuition was telling him that this Divine Vision was thinking again.

He glanced at the dusty sky and said, "Mistress, you should get your glasses on."

Dong Lingce's lips curved upwards: "I said the wind today is especially good, it's just right for a kite to fly."

The corner of Bao Ye's eyes twitched: "Are you sure it's flying kites, not people being released by the wind?"

Dong Lingce's smile grew even wider. "Find me a thick and long rope and bring it to my office."

"You want to be a kite?" Bao Ye was suspicious: "Then do we need to find paper, sticks, and glue?"

"No need." Dong Lingce walked into the elevator and went up to the tenth floor.

Ten minutes later, Bao Ye finally understood why Dong Lingce did not use paper and sticks to make his kite.

This was because Dong Lingce, the sickly god, had treated him like a kite, tied the rope he had found around his wrist, and then threw him out of the window like a ball.

Bao Ye had not turned around yet, but he had already flown up to the sky: "Fuck, east, east, east, doo, …"

The flesh of his face and mouth was like the sea, rippled by the wind. The wind was so strong that it distorted his entire face, he couldn't even speak properly, and he ate a mouthful of yellow sand.

Bao Ye hurriedly covered his mouth with both hands and spat out the sand in his mouth.

Dong Lingce, who was sitting in front of the window, let go of the rope in his hand as he drank the tea in his cup with a smile. Soon after, he saw Bao Ye's slave pants being swept away by the fierce wind with a 'whoosh'.

Who told the slacks that the slaves wore to be tight-fitting and especially old. The tights on the pants had long been loosened, and the bottom of the pants was also the wide seventy percent pants. As a result, with a gust of wind, the slacks were immediately removed from the slave's legs.

Seeing Bao Ye's little brother, Dong Lingce couldn't help but burst out laughing for a long time.