Zhihao thought about it and decided to give it a try.
Slowly he relaxed again and concentrated on his arms. Gradually, he felt the warm air begin to circulate along his arms. He began to feel alternating hot and cold, pain and comfort. Zhihao did not move.
Ignore him and let things take their own course. By the end of the practice, a feeling of comfort will replace all other feelings.
Seeing that more than an hour had passed, Zhihao stopped thinking.
Zhihao was surprised when he saw his arms.
There are three people sitting in Hu Baiqiang's study. It seems that the relationship between the three of them is very harmonious.
Hu Baiqiang's sideburns were cleanly shaved, leaving a livid look on his face, which made him look cold, majestic, and chilly. His soft eyes, whether he was pretending to be a pose or having a close relationship with the two people in front of him, seemed
, more or less a gentle air, it is precisely the combination of elegance and power that makes people intimidated.
But the other two people did not appear restrained in front of Hu Baiqiang. On the contrary, the atmosphere was quite harmonious. There was no hierarchy at all in the gang, and they looked respectful when meeting the boss. Presumably the two men beside them were his subordinates, and they should also be in the gang.
He is an important figure and is very close to Hu Baiqiang.
"Now that Lao Longtou's girl has been rescued, we are very passive." Hu Baiqiang sighed slightly, "I originally planned to use Miss Long to make a fuss, but I really didn't expect it. Fortunately, I haven't called Lao Longtou yet.
If I call him, he will be in great trouble."
"Is that kid really as magical as Yun Dongming said?" asked one person, who had a pair of gold-rimmed myopia glasses and a gentle face.
If Hu Baiqiang is both elegant and mighty, then this person is truly elegant, speaking slowly, fair-skinned, and full of bookishness.
This person's surname is Du and his given name is Fang Ming.
"Maybe so. If there aren't so many brothers, he can come and go easily. Yunzi is not a vegetarian. Fang Ming, now Yunzi is hospitalized, please send someone to check on that kid."
"Well, I'll send someone right away. It seems like this guy is really good at it." Du Fangming nodded, still speaking slowly, "Old Dragon Head is really wise. I don't know where he got such a good person from."
"It's a pity that such a skilled person was buried with an old man." Hu Baiqiang sighed and kept shaking his head. He didn't know whether it was jealousy or envy.
"Brother, why do you need to enhance other people's righteousness and destroy your own prestige? What's the big deal with being a stinky boy?" Another person said, this man has a square life, a tall figure, and a masculine look.
This person is also Hu Baiqiang's most capable general, Chen Zhonghe.
"You don't know that at critical moments, one person's power can often affect the overall situation." Du Fangming interrupted when Hu Baiqiang remained silent.
"Fang Ming is right." Hu Baiqiang nodded.
"Brother, what should we do now?" Chen Zhonghe asked Hu Baiqiang impatiently.
"Wait and see." Hu Baiqiang said slowly.
"What are you waiting for? Old Longtou will be even more proud if he waits longer. It doesn't matter if he doesn't catch his daughter. We still have so many brothers."
Hu Baiqiang glanced at Chen Zhonghe and said nothing.
"Zhonghe, don't you understand what brother means? If his daughter is in our hands, we will take the initiative. If the old leader throws a rat weapon, he will have to ask for help from us. This is called subduing the enemy without fighting." Du Fangming analyzed
road.
"Fang Ming is right." Hu Baiqiang nodded again.
"Brother, I'm going to send someone to catch Miss Long again. I don't believe I can't deal with that kid." Chen Zhonghe said bitterly.
Hu Baiqiang looked at the clock on the wall, lost his mind for a while, and said calmly, "Don't do anything yet, let me think about it again."
Long Rouyu was busy all afternoon, and it was not until the nap time passed that he called it an end. Zhihao couldn't help him much, so he had to go back to the house to practice. After finishing the practice, he saw Rouyu still in the bathroom, so he gently walked at the door.
He asked lightly, "Are you done? Can you help me?"
"I was just about to call you to help me dry the clothes." Rouyu said in a soft and cheerful voice.
Zhihao hung the large area of clothing such as sheets to dry on the lifting clothes drying rack by the living room window, and the room cleaning work officially came to an end.
Zhihao secretly praised Rouyu for her ability, unlike the ladies from Long Mansion.
Rouyu stretched out and sat on the sofa. Zhihao poured a glass of water knowingly. Rouyu just took a sip when her eyes fell on Zhihao's arm and stopped moving.
"Your arm...!" Rouyu exclaimed.
Zhihao was at home, only wearing a half-sleeve shirt, with his arms exposed. The subtle changes on Zhihao's arms naturally could not escape Rouyu's eyes.
"What's wrong with my arm?" Zhihao smiled slightly.
"There were streaks of green and purple at noon, but have they faded away now?" Rouyu opened her strange eyes, stared at Zhihao's arm and lifted it.
"Really?" Zhihao still smiled slightly, pretending to be mysterious, "It's much better, why didn't I know."
Rouyu hurriedly pulled Zhihao to sit down, grabbed Zhihao's arm, and inspected it carefully. The purple, red, swollen, and blood stasis had basically disappeared. Only a few places still had traces of blueness, which must have been caused by being hit with an iron rod.
A masterpiece. Rouyu had bandaged the previous gunshot wound with gauze. Now no scars can be seen at all, leaving only subtle traces.
Seeing Zhihao pretending, Rouyu shook Zhihao's arm and asked Zhihao to tell her the truth, otherwise he would not let her go.
Zhihao smiled and said, "I am practicing internal skills."
"Internal strength cultivation? What is internal strength cultivation? Like a monk meditating or a Taoist refining elixir?" Rouyu explained.
"Absolutely, that's what it looks like."
"Then it's better not to practice." Rouyu smiled.
"Why?"
"Don't become a monk..." Before Rouyu could finish speaking, she had already covered her mouth and started laughing, which made Zhihao's face turn red again, "Kid, don't talk nonsense."
"Who said I am a child? I am already nineteen years old." Rouyu corrected her seriously, with a slight blush on ###'s face.
Zhihao thought that practicing internal skills, since it could follow his own thoughts and help his own recovery from injuries, must also have a physical therapy effect on other people's injuries. Zhihao asked Rouyu to sit down on the sofa and slowly
Slowly concentrate your thoughts, and gently place both palms on Rouyu's face.
Zhihao wants to help Rouyu heal her injuries.
The soft cheeks of a young girl look and feel different. They are soft and tender. The feeling in Zhihao's hand is like holding a fragrant and charming treasure, and the two watery eyes above the treasure are soft and tender.
The luster is clear and transparent, bottomless.
These eyes were looking at Zhihao from close range without blinking.
Zhihao felt extremely uncomfortable with these eyes.
Readers, please think about it: a beautiful woman is right in front of you, so close that you can feel her orchid-like aura, with a pair of sparkling eyes looking at you lovingly. How do you feel?
Zhihao Lao felt that he couldn't concentrate. He tried several times but still couldn't concentrate at all. He glanced at Rouyu and said softly, "Close your eyes."
Rouyu closed her eyes obediently, but her long eyelashes were a charming sight, and the pure and gentle fragrance of her body slowly drifted over, which was a silent temptation for Zhihao.
This temptation is literally right in front of you.
