"Little Belle is my own daughter and Qiu Ying. Her household registration will also be transferred to my account." Yin Dong told Jiang Song a big truth with a serious look.
Even though he was telling the truth, Jiang Song would not believe it.
Little Belle was so happy when he heard this.
Her big eyes lit up little by little. She pinched her face with her fleshy little hands, and then reached out to poke Yin Dong's face, sure it was not an illusion.
Yin Dong laughed and said, "Stop poking, little Belle, you are still injecting the infusion. Be careful that the needle leaks, and you need to get the needle again."
Little Belle pursed her little mouth, smiled silently, yawned again, and fell asleep in his arms.
The doctors and nurses in the ward were relieved. They had already been tormented enough for the days when Little Belle was hospitalized, but they could not be a little impatient... Little Belle is a martyr and has become an orphan again. If she is not taken good care of her, she will have to take responsibility for anything!
Fortunately, there is someone who can coax this little ancestor, but it is still under the name of her father.
If anything she has in the future, it will not be the responsibility of the hospital, but Yin Dong's.
Jiang Song was also quite surprised, but he was happy to see it.
He quickly spread Yin Dong's words and helped Xiao Beier with relevant procedures, allowing her to fall into Yin Dong's account, and nominally became Yin Dong and Qiu Ying's daughter.
Commander Yu from the troops where Qiu Jun lived, and Political Commissar Chu who had been newly transferred, also made a special trip to the hospital to meet Yin Dong for the adoption of Xiao Beier.
These tough guys in the army all felt grateful when they saw Yin Dong's eyes.
Commander Yu was a big and sturdy man. He held Yin Dong's hand hard, and said gratefully: "You can raise this child left by Qiu Jun as your own daughter. Qiu Jun... will be grateful to you. We are also grateful to you."
"Don't thank me."
Yin Dong smiled and told a big truth: "Little Belle is my own daughter, and I am not taken care of by Qiu Jun. It is my responsibility and obligation to raise Little Belle as a father."
However, he really didn't believe his truth!
"We understand, we all understand your mood. If you have any difficulties in the future, please tell me about me." Captain Yu interpreted Yin Dong's dialect according to his own understanding, and had a better impression of him.
Political Commissar Chu is a child of a large courtyard in the capital and has great family power. In this era when the storm was launched, although he had to be a low-key person, he also had great abilities.
He wrote a phone number directly and said, "This is my third uncle's phone number. He works in your province. If you have any difficulties, you can go to him and don't be polite."
Although Yin Dong had nothing to help, he also took the paper with the phone number written on it.
At this time, Political Commissar Chu gave a look to Leader Yu and said, "Old Yu, I have something to ask Dongzi alone, you can look at the child for a while."
Captain Yu understood and said, "Okay, little Belle is asleep. Just watch Jiang Song and I. Just look at it. I'll ask Jiang Song if I have something to do."
Yin Dong raised his eyebrows. It seemed that these two people should have asked him for the sharp knife brought back by Xiao Li.
really!
When Yin Dong followed Political Commissar Chu downstairs, found a relatively secluded corner, he mentioned the sharp knife brought back by Xiao Li, and asked: "What else do you have to say about that knife, and Zheng Anmin?"
Yin Dong did not answer positively, but only asked: "Political Commissar Chu, I said I can pass on my spiritual power.
, teach you a practice technique that can be promoted in the army. Would you accept it?"
Political Commissar Chu could not be punished and looked at him indescribable.
What are you talking about?!!
Growing up in the courtyard of the capital, there must be channels to understand the secrets that ordinary people in the city do not know. Just like there are some laity in this world, they are commonly known as cultivators.
The big family in the secular world has a rare inheritance of cultivation techniques. The Chu family is also a deeply rooted family, but there is no cultivation technique.
At this time, Yin Dong said that he would directly pass on his martial arts, or some mental power to pass on his martial arts. He asked him if he wanted to accept it?
Can he not accept it?
Not stupid!
"Will!" Political Commissar Chu was over thirty years old and was still very young and had room for improvement. If he could obtain a practice technique, the future height could be predicted
"I originally wanted to wait until my brother came back before he could hand over the martial arts. However, I thought about it and found that a kind of evil spirit remained on the sharp knife that Zheng Anmin got from somewhere. If an ordinary person faced the forces behind him, he would probably suffer a great loss."
Yin Dong explained and said with concern: "When contacting the evil spirit on the sharp knife may be affected or controlled by the mind, you must be careful."
Political Commissar Chu looked solemn: "Can you tell me in detail?"
"I can't say too much. If you say it, you won't understand it and it's hard to believe it. In any case, if you really can't solve the problem, please contact me."
Yin Dong said, raised his hand casually and pointed it at the forehead of the Political Commissar Zhu, passing on his mental power, and passing on the martial arts of the "Hunyuan Gong" taught by the sloppy old Taoist master when he was in Dawan Village.
Political Commissar Chu was stunned.
Even when he said "will" just now, he didn't have much hope in his heart. Or rather, his expectations were not high, and he only thought it was a martial arts and combat skills.
Who knew that what Yin Dong taught him was actually a method of internal cultivation and a legendary method of cultivating immortals!
Even in this Dharma-Ending Age, there is no spiritual energy and it is impossible to cultivate to break the void and ascend to become an immortal, but when you are practicing to achieve great success, it is enough to push the world!
After a long time, Political Commissar Chu let out a long breath, looked at Yin Dong with complicated eyes, and asked, "You just taught me a martial art?"
"This is the practice of the external disciples of our master. Those who practice can promote it in the army, so there is no need to worry about anyone coming to trouble you."
Yin Dong smiled at him and said, "I don't like to cause trouble either. It's your business that you can pass on this exercise. Don't bother me, and don't let me catch me like a guinea pig. Slice it and check it."
"Brother!" Political Commissar Chu shouted, and didn't know what to say with gratitude, so he raised his hand and saluted Yin Dong.
Everything is in it!
Yin Dong smiled and said softly: "Don't be grateful to me, I just hope that the human race will prosper!"
As the chosen son of the human race, Yin Dong also hopes to help the human race in this world improve their overall strength as soon as possible.
The practice of "Huanyuan Jue" has been passed down. The effect of cultivation is definitely not as good as that of Blue Star with the revived spiritual energy, but it will definitely improve the strength of the human race.
Chapter completed!