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Chu Guanghao frowned: "What kind of mystery are you trying to play?"

Zhang Fan smiled mysteriously: "I'm just wandering around your house, you can send someone to watch over it, don't worry, I can't run away."

"Your illness needs to be cured. Now is not the time. It depends on the time."

"Humph!"

Chu Guanghao snorted in disbelief, he was almost losing patience with Zhang Fan's strange request.

Then immediately asked the maid to take Zhang Fan around.

Chen Jinhu hurriedly followed uneasy.

Asked in a low voice: "Brother, where are you singing?"

Zhang Fan told in a low voice: "To cure a disease, the root must be removed. If the root is not completely cut off, even if I can cure him immediately, if he continues to relapse another day, then I am not self-defeating."

"Forehead?"

Chen Jinhu wondered and asked: "Go to the root? I don't understand, isn't his illness on his body? What are you doing visiting his home?"

Zhang Fan smiled mysteriously: "You will know when you see something."

Chen Jinhu asked again and again, but Zhang Fan just didn't say anything.

soon.

The two came to the master bedroom.

After entering the room, Zhang Fan saw the big solid wood bed in the master bedroom, clapped his hands and said, "That's it."

Chen Jinhu looked at the solid wood bed in bewilderment, and asked in confusion, "Brother, are you looking for it? What's so special about this bed?"

Zhang Fan smiled and said to the maid, "Can you pour us two drinks?"

The maid went out immediately.

Zhang Fan looked outside the door, making sure he wasn't eavesdropping, and closed the door.

Tell Chen Jinhu: "This bed is not simple."

Chen Jinhu looked at the wooden bed again, tilted his head and said: "This bed is ordinary, why is it not simple?"

Zhang Fan ordered: "You can lie down on it and you will know."

Chen Jinhu groaned, and lay down on the bed.

Zhang Fan ordered: "I miss women."

Chen Jinhu glanced at Zhang Fan speechlessly.

Zhang Fan urged: "If you are told to move your mind, do it, don't think about other things."

Chen Jinhu smiled wryly, "I want to move, but...huh?"

Chen Jinhu was startled suddenly, the figure of the woman Miaoman just flashed in his mind, and then he was shocked suddenly.

Never thing.

It was so vigorous.

"how can that be?"

Chen Jinhu couldn't believe it.

Zhang Fan pointed out: "How? Are you surprised? I feel younger and full of vitality."

"Uh-huh!"

Chen Jinhu nodded again and again, and asked: "Brother, what's going on, I feel that my body is very strong."

Zhang Fan pointed out: "After you get off the ground, try again."

Chen Jinhu immediately got off the ground and stood up. He tried his best to keep his thoughts and fantasies, but it ended in tragedy.

"Forehead!"

Chen Jinhu came back to his senses suddenly, pointed at the wooden bed and exclaimed in surprise: "This bed is so miraculous that it can make a man's dead tree bloom again?"

Zhang Fan nodded heavily: "That's right, this is Lu Banmen's unique skill, called spring bed."

"There are 36 types of spring beds. You made a mistake just now. This is not a spring bed with dead trees, but a dragon bed with yang hyperactivity!"

"Yang hyperactive dragon bed?"

Chen Jinhu asked: "What kind of bed is this?"

Zhang Fan smiled and said: "Didn't you just experience it yourself? As long as a man lies on it, he will have a steady stream of yang energy, and his energy will never be exhausted. On this bed, a man is an emperor, extremely powerful, and he will sing every night." It's not a dream."

Chen Jinhu was dumbfounded when he heard this: "There is such a miraculous thing, this is too dreamy, unbelievable."