Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 698: Good Friday for Little Joseph

"Is it so strange?"

Wei Shufen didn't look very happy.

She had no hatred towards Lu Huizhong, but it was impossible for her and Lu Huizhong to become tacit sisters just by meeting each other.

Although she has been studying abroad for so long, her mentality is very different from that of the traditional and closed-minded girl in the Miao village in western Hunan, but it has not yet reached a point of earth-shaking change.

After studying in the United States for so many years and seeing so many modern romances, Wei Shufen may have realized that He Songling was a complete scumbag. He was purely after her because of her good looks. It could be said that he had no feelings for her, but it was definitely not to the point of marriage, having children, and spending the rest of his life together.

But this does not mean that He Songling can bring his wife and come to provoke.

But there was nothing she could do. Even if she combined science with her own witchcraft and developed some things that did not belong to the witches of this era, she was still no match for Lu Huizhong, a battle-hardened female killer who had been on guard against her for a long time.

The final result was that the two men temporarily ceased fighting and decided to unite to target He Songling.

But Lu Huizhong was lying with her, and the more she talked, the more frustrated she became. Wei Shufen was not convinced. In a head-on battle, she was defeated by Lu Huizhong, and she thought she was even less likely to be He Songling's opponent. But no matter what, the two women joined forces and could kill anyone in the world except He Songling.

Even if it is Zhang Jingqing, even if it is Zuo Rutong, even if it is Wu Gensheng.

Wei Shufen couldn't believe that the two women combined their strength to attack him with all their might without He Songling's knowledge. Could it be that they couldn't even make He Songling uncomfortable or injured?
Lu Huizhong spread her hands, indicating that you really don’t know what my husband has become.

Wei Shufen was so angry that the two of them made a bet.

Lu Huizhong did not lie today. She used the most powerful Qi poison in her body, mixed with all of Wei Shufen's knowledge in microbiology.

The result was that they fell through He Songling's Qi mist and were then completely wiped out by He Songling.

"You bastard, do you know how long I have been cultivating that thing in the lab? It's already more than 200 generations, you have to compensate me!"

"Ah..." He Songling sighed, "I'll go to England and ask Fleming for it for you. If you can't get it, you can study for his doctorate. After all, he is a Nobel Prize winner."

"Get lost." Wei Shufen still looked unhappy.

She is not a love-brained woman. She is a typical southwestern ethnic minority woman in legends, mysterious, strange, isolated from the world, and extremely vengeful. Once she feels that you have betrayed her in a relationship, she will immediately cast a spell on you. But of course, she is also very beautiful.

This is no longer a rose with thorns, this is a rose with machine guns growing on its stems and leaves, and landmines buried around it.

Many years ago, He Songling relied on his skill and courage to wade through the minefield and pluck this beautiful Miao flower from the machine gun. He thought he had succeeded, but he didn't expect the most fatal harm to come only now.

"Don't show off your privilege. I'm doing well here with my tutor. Try not to come to me if you have nothing to do. If you have something to do, don't come. I'll be thankful for that."

Fortunately, this flower is still a flower, and the damage limit cannot break He Songling's defense. When all means failed, Wei Shufen could only hang her head in dejection. Another thing, how much does she really love He Songling? Not really.

The fact that Wei Shufen could be one of the thirty-six thieves, could become sworn brothers with the leader of Quanxing Sect, Wu Gensheng, and could just leave with a man and woman of unknown origin on the side of the road, proves that she is also the type of person who likes to explore, take risks, and seek excitement. This can be proved by the Earth Dragon King on the top of the cliff many years ago.

She has traveled across the ocean to the United States for so many years, and has obtained a bachelor's degree, a master's degree, and a doctorate. She has drunk so much foreign knowledge and met so many foreigners. She is no longer the country girl who was ignorant about love and only knew how to randomly choose someone to be with for life.

The handsome man who brought her out of the mountains, maybe she liked him at the time, but does he still miss him now? Maybe he just feels a little bit unwilling to accept it.

Now, she is completely convinced.

"Well, we are good friends anyway. Even if you don't recognize me as your friend, you are still good friends with your sister Lu. If we really come to your territory, can you still ignore it?"

He Songling heard the meaning of "forget it" in Wei Shufen's tone, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. This was the time he was most grateful to "independent women" in his two lives. So, boxing is not always bad, it depends on the version.

Of course, it wasn't like he would be fine if he just let Wei Shufen go. But dealing with one woman was always easier than dealing with two. Besides, Lu Huizhong was his legitimate wife, and He Songling was sure he could subdue her.

"Roll, roll, roll."

He Songling was kicked out by Lu Huizhong and Wei Shufen again. For the next month, the two of them were as close as sisters, and He Songling was completely excluded.

The result of this was that the Joseph family was pitiful. Not only did old Joseph have to be harassed in his own manor, watching He Songling lead his other children astray, but even his eldest son, young Joseph, who had already joined the army, could not live in peace.

Because this guy died in a plane explosion in history and sacrificed his life on the battlefield. So He Songling had something to say, as an uncle and an air force instructor, why shouldn't I teach my nephew flying skills to avoid crashing on the battlefield in the future?

He Songling said that this was not human language. Joseph Jr. was a recipient of the Air Force Hero Medal. In terms of skills and status, he was higher than Chennault. Chennault taught you your own flying skills, so why are you teaching Joseph Jr.?
But there was no way. Regardless of He Songling's identity, under the recommendation of Old Joseph, he was qualified to visit the US Air Force and even have friendly exchanges. After He Songling shot down all five opposing planes in a one-on-five battle, none of the air force pilots were dissatisfied with He Songling.

He was even full of envy and jealousy that little Joseph was able to receive "individual teaching" from He Songling.

If little Joseph knew what his comrades were thinking, he would definitely curse them.

You want you to come!

Do you know what it feels like to be spun like a centrifuge for a day?

They even say that pilots need to adapt to tumbling in the air and overload acceleration. Can aircraft of our time do this? Forget about our time. Even if it is a space shuttle in the next thirty years, who needs to withstand the pressure of 12G?

It would have been fine if it was just simple overload adaptation, but the problem was that He Songling made him dive upside down into a bucket of water. Little Joseph was like a mop all day long, and his hair, which used to be quite thick, was now almost as sparse as a Mediterranean sea.

(End of this chapter)