Zhuo Bufan frowned and showed a hint of coldness on his face. He was the Nine-Turn Immortal Lord and Major General Yanlong. Did there be a woman who asked him to pretend to be her boyfriend and think that he was those ordinary soldiers?
"no."
Zhuo Bufan said coldly.
"Oh, our eldest lady from the Qin family asked you to pretend to be her boyfriend, do you still feel that you are at a disadvantage or what's wrong?" Song Yun pouted her lips and said dissatisfied.
Even Qin Man frowned slightly, and a hint of surprise appeared on her pretty face.
Although Qin Man is not as good as the first-line stars in films and TV series, she is also a school beauty-level figure in college. Her suitors can form a strengthening order. I don’t know how many rich young men and noble officials admire her.
Although Qin Man is not the kind of woman who relies on her beauty to think that the moon and the sun revolves around her, she didn't expect Zhuo Bufan to refuse so happily.
Maybe ordinary men think that it is their honor to have beautiful women pretending to be their boyfriends, but Zhuo Bufan is a dignified Nine-Turn Immortal Lord, an existence that lies across the eight desolates and ten realms, those saints of super sects, and the royal princess of the great powers, wishing to be
Taking off your clothes and recommending yourself to the pillow mat, how could an ordinary woman Zhuo Bufan take a look at her?
"Xiaoyun, forget it." Qin Man bit.
But her best friend Song Yun looked at Zhuo Bufan very disliked and muttered in a low voice: "What are you pretending!"
...
At this time, in the ward of a hospital in Tao County, a thin gangster whose wrist was crushed by Zhuo Bufan was lying on the bed, and his injured wrist had been cast.
"Little nurse, how old are you this year? Do you want to be my girlfriend?" said the thin gangster, stretching out his other hand and touching the smooth calves of the little nurse beside him.
"Sir, please respect yourself." The young nurse was frightened, her face turned red, and she said ashamed and angry.
The young nurse looks like she is only in her teenage years. She just graduated from nursing school and came out to work. She knew that the thin man was a gangster and could not afford to offend him, so she could only swallow her anger.
"Haha, it's quite delicious. I like it. If you are willing to sleep with me, how about I give you a thousand dollars?" said the thin man staring at the little nurse with lust.
Just when the young nurse was about to get angry, the tray in her hands suddenly fell on the floor, and the needle tube, bandage, and disinfectant were all knocked over to the ground. The young nurse opened her eyes wide and looked at the thin man with horror in her eyes.
When the thin man saw the little nurse's appearance, he suddenly realized something was wrong, and then found that his skin began to crack, and bursts of piercing pain almost made him faint in pain.
Immediately, a wisp of blood oozed out from the cracked skin, and finally the thin man turned into a bloody man, and the bedding was dyed red.
"Ah!" the young nurse let out a terrified scream.
However, when the police and forensic doctor arrived, the reason was not found out, and the news was finally closed.
"Master Bao, the thin man suddenly died in the hospital, and he died miserably." A man in a black suit stood beside Wang Bao and spoke.
Wang Bao frowned and said, "It's just a gangster. If you die, you'll die. I still have to go to see my master. The little girl from the Qin family actually asked me to negotiate. Do they think it would be great if you have the support of the Wu family? Humph."
After saying that, Wang Bao raised his foot and walked into a remote courtyard. The courtyard was filled with white snow, covered with silver, and crystal ice ridges hung on the dry branches, reflecting a faint cold light.
In such cold weather, a trace of air will be emitted from a person's nose and mouth, and it will instantly turn into a ball of white mist in the air.
"Teacher, I'm here." Wang Bao strode into the courtyard, bent down respectfully, and bowed his hand and said.
In the courtyard, an old man wearing a black jacket and black layered cloth shoes was practicing boxing. The old man was about 60 years old, with black and white hair, and his short hair was clenched, and his hands were standing upside down like a steel needle.
The old man seemed to have not heard him and still punched again. It was different from the old man who practiced Tai Chi in the park. Although the old man was very slow in boxing, his body was up and down, like sitting on a horse's back, and his chest was like a blower, sucking all his feet.
Tone.
Wang Bao bowed and stood aside, not daring to look up, but just stood quietly.
However, the confidant who stood behind Wang Bao couldn't help but frowned. He only heard Wang Bao mention his master, an old man who had been in prison for 16 years. He heard Wang Bao once drunk and said that the old man was a martial arts master.
Expert once punched through steel plates.
However, when this confidant saw the old man, he showed a hint of contempt. The old man who was fighting boxing went to the park to catch a lot of them. What's so strange about it? The eldest brother wouldn't be deceived, right?
He was thinking this way, the old man who was practicing boxing suddenly closed his fist at his waist and punched it out with a sudden punch, and a loud sound broke out like thunder.
An old jujube tree ten meters away in front of the old man trembled a few times, and the accumulated snow and ice ridges fell down one after another.
Wang Bao was shocked and said, "The teacher's half-step Bengquan is a bit more exquisite."
The confidant standing behind Wang Bao was even more dumbfounded. Isn’t this a martial arts master in the novel? He can make the jujube tree tremble continuously with one punch from the air. If it hits a person, it won’t be knocked away.
The old man withdrew his fist, and occasionally a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said lightly: "You are here quickly."
A trace of fear appeared on Wang Bao's face and said, "Teacher, I have something to do recently, so I was unable to come to the prison to pick you up. I hope the teacher will not blame you."
The old man was named Guo Yi, who was originally a disciple of Xingyiquan. His ancestors were descendants of Guo Yunshen, a martial arts master. At that time, Guo Yunshen became famous all over the world by relying on the half-step Bengquan. Guo Yi was also the last part of the branch. He learned martial arts since he was a child, but later he failed.
He killed a person and was imprisoned for sixteen years, almost the same as the experience of his ancestors.
In prison, Guo Yi was practicing martial arts hard. After sixteen years, he finally practiced a half-step Binding boxing. If he punched it, even a calf would be knocked over.
"What are you going to look for me?" Guo Yi walked to the bamboo chair next to him and sat down, his eyes half open and half closed, as if he was a master.
Wang Bao carefully went to the side, picked up the tea and poured water into the teacup, and said, "Teacher, this time I want to ask your old man for help. I have an opponent. I heard that I have invited people from the Wu family in Han City to come here.
Helping... Mr. Wei has promised that as long as we complete this matter, we will earn 30 million yuan, and I will respect you all to your master."
When the confidant standing behind him heard this, he was shocked again. This is 30 million! Even the world boxing champion's appearance fee is nothing more than this.
"The Wu family in Han City is the inheritance of Bajiquan. Thirty years ago, I fought with Wu Longshen of the Wu family once, but I lost to him with one move." Guo Yi sighed as if he had thought of something.
"Is the teacher not his opponent?" Wang Bao was startled and worried.
Guo Yi suddenly opened his eyes and two cold lights shot out of his eyes, "That was thirty years ago. Now, he can pass three punches in my hand and be called a master!"
Wang Bao showed a look of joy on his face, and he made an appointment for the time before leaving with his confidant. (To be continued)