Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty: We Will See You Again
"Uncle, you just said that I am young and that my body and bones are healthy. Not to mention taking off my outer robe, even if I take off my whole body, I won't feel cold, right?"
Qin Shaobai couldn't help but shrink back when he saw the middle-aged man looking at him with interest, as if he wanted to try stripping off his clothes.
The middle-aged man laughed and pulled Qin Shaobai in front of him: "It sounds like what a young man would say. Young man, how can you be afraid of the cold? There are three fires in your body."
As he said that, the middle-aged man began to push further: "Actually, if you are naked, it will feel more accurate to me."
"No, no, no, it's really indecent to be naked under the blue sky and white sun. Besides, uncle, when I look at you, you look like a fairy. Your level is definitely high. Why do you need me to be like this?"
Just as he was talking, he saw that the middle-aged man had already straightened him up, and then a pair of hands began to touch his face and neck, and finally fell on his collarbone.
Qin Shaobai felt a little disgusted. This was the first time for him to be touched like this in his life.
If the person touching him was a young woman, even if her fingers were not so slender and her skin was not that smooth, he would not feel sick, at most it would not be that wonderful.
But now, the person touching him turned out to be a man, a middle-aged man.
He inexplicably remembered the idiom "the habit of cutting sleeves", and then goosebumps appeared all over his body, and he couldn't help but tremble a few times.
"Don't move. If you move around, how can I touch it accurately?" The middle-aged man shouted angrily, "If you move around again, I will have my five disciples hold down all your hands and feet."
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Well, you have strength in numbers and you are arrogant in your skills. I better not suffer this immediate loss and just treat your hands as my Xiaolan's hands.
Qin Shaobai knew better than anyone else that he was Qin Shaobai now. It was impossible for Qin Shaobai, who only had a few tricks and tricks, to defeat the five disciples of this middle-aged man, let alone the man who was his master.
Of course, if he masters the Lingbo Weibu taught by Xiaolan, he can also use the Thirty-Six Strategies and Walk as the Best Strategies.
But the reality is that he only learned a few steps and can only run a little faster than Wan'er, not even Zhao Yue'er.
Forget it, forget it, since I can't fight or escape, I can only close my eyes and imagine some better pictures.
Qin Shaobai was immersed in his self-hypnosis when he heard a sigh, and then his shoulder was patted heavily.
Qin Shaobai quickly opened his eyes and found that the middle-aged man was looking at him meaningfully with his hands flat.
I said uncle, you won’t fall in love with me without mushrooms, right?
Please, please, I'm not interested in men at all, let alone a mature man like you.
Qin Shaobai quickly put on the robe that was thrown on the ground and wrapped it tightly to avoid the middle-aged man's sharp gaze.
A gust of wind blew, and Qin Shaobai felt his nose itch. He tried hard to endure it, but finally couldn't help but sneeze.
The middle-aged man frowned, took out a pill from his body, and without saying hello, he grabbed Qin Shaobai in front of him, pinched his chin with his left hand, and the pill in his right hand fell into Qin Shaobai's mouth.
It suddenly entered the throat.
"You, what did you give me to eat?"
Qin Shaobai exclaimed.
"Why are you so nervous? It's a powerful pill I often take, which can enhance your physique." The middle-aged man said with contempt on his face, "Look at your weakling appearance, it really doesn't match this body at all.
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It's not consistent. I also want to say that my behavior today is completely inconsistent with my bad temper.
I must be possessed by a ghost.
He actually became so obedient.
The person in front of me is obviously a stranger, a stranger who I still don’t know who he is.
He said he would take off his clothes, so I actually took them off.
He said he was touching bones, but damn, did I really let him touch them?
What the hell.
Why would I obey him?
It seemed like it was only natural to follow his orders.
Is it possible that he also created a mantra illusion for himself like Xiaolan's mother?
Qin Shaobai reflected and repented there, wishing he could break his head with his hands to see why he behaved in such an incredible way.
The middle-aged man's hands were also clenched into fists, but he was holding his forehead with his fists, and his eyebrows were full of disbelief.
"Young man, let me tell you, you have amazing bones and are a prodigy in martial arts. Normally, it is impossible for you to be in this sluggish state. By the way, your collarbone is obviously a clavicle. In other words, you are extremely
It is possible to become a giant dragon. But the look on your face clearly lacks the domineering power that only a dragon possesses, and this is not what you should be."
The middle-aged man frowned and talked. Every time he said a word, he would touch Qin Shaobai's collarbone again, as if there were secrets locked there that he could not understand.
Every word of these words shook Qin Shaobai's heart.
He has amazing bones, is a prodigy in martial arts, has strong internal strength, and has two keel bones. Isn't this Zhao Bai?
"But." The middle-aged man paused again.
"But what?"
"However, I think your eyes are really soft. It was your eyes that attracted me and made me unable to help but chat with you for so long." The man said it very sincerely.
"My eyes are soft?"
The man hummed: "This is what surprises me the most. When I touch your bones, I feel a murderous aura. But when I look into your eyes, you see a kind of simplicity and kindness."
Qin Shaobai didn't know what the middle-aged man meant for a while.
Is this praising yourself or belittling yourself?
The eyes of men, especially the eyes of men in this troubled world, are so soft that they are useless.
But I heard the middle-aged man sigh again:
"Perhaps, this is your destiny. The murderous aura in your eyes has been replaced by the soft aura you have now, and at the same time, the evil aura in your body has been completely eliminated. Therefore, you may have been changed by this soft aura.
It’s your destiny.”
"You mean, the softness in my eyes may give me a better life."
The man nodded: "I touched a broken bone on your collarbone, which is a sign of dying young, but the broken bone is miraculously healing, which shows that your fate of dying a violent death is slowly improving."
The ground changes.”
The middle-aged man did not hesitate to say these words that ordinary people would never say in front of the person concerned, and did not care at all about the shock on Qin Shaobai's face.
Qin Shaobai was shocked because he remembered that the King of Zhennan in history had indeed died young.
If he had not died young, there would have been nothing to do with Zhao Kuo in the Southern Song Dynasty.
"Young man, please don't let us become enemies. You, my enemy, will be my most terrible enemy."
As he said that, the man actually patted Qin Shaobai on the shoulder.
Qin Shaobai immediately laughed: "Uncle, you really overestimate me. I am just a small prefect of Lin'an. Uncle, you are not an ordinary person at first glance. How could I become your enemy and become you?"
The most terrible enemy."
The middle-aged man's hand that was still on Qin Shaobai's shoulder actually trembled slightly.
"Are you Qin Shaobai?"
Seeing Qin Shaobai nod his head affirmatively, his face condensed slightly, and he whispered again: "Then everything makes sense."
The man coughed slightly, and the five disappeared people flew out instantly.
With Qin Shaobai as the center, the five people actually formed a five-pointed star, trapping Qin Shaobai inside.
"You are so impudent, how can you treat Mr. Qin like this?"
As soon as the middle-aged man drank, the five people immediately knelt down on one knee, but their eyes were always fixed on Qin Shaobai.
It seemed as if Qin Shaobai would do something harmful to the middle-aged man at any time.
"Uncle, they seem to be on guard against me?" Qin Shaobai asked simply, "Is there some misunderstanding about me?"
"Haha, there is no misunderstanding. I just heard that Mr. Qin is very good at martial arts, and my five incompetent disciples are just worried about my safety."
As he said that, the middle-aged man yawned, and then said lightly: "I got up a little early today. I have to go back and sleep for a while."
With that said, he turned around and left.
The five people then stood up and followed the middle-aged man back.
Qin Shaobai stood there blankly, watching the middle-aged man walk further and further away.
"Uncle, you haven't told me yet, who are you?"
"Master Qin, you should spend more energy to solve your ghost figurines case. If we are destined, we will definitely meet again."
The sonorous and powerful words of the middle-aged man floated in the air.