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I don’t know why, Pingzi didn’t leave for a long time this time, but there were some subtle changes when we met again.

It doesn't seem awkward to say it's embarrassing, but it just feels hard to describe.

"Then we went back to the ancient building again," Zhang Qiling looked at Wuxie intently and continued: "The danger was too great, so I didn't inform you."

Oh, this is explaining, Wuxie thought.

"Well... remember to call me and Fatty next time. If Fatty knows that you didn't call him, he will definitely get into trouble with you."

A chuckle reached his ears, and Wuxie no longer lowered his head to pick his fingers, but looked back at him directly, his eyes full of doubts.

I saw him shaking his head, meaning it was okay. His hand suddenly touched Wu Xie's calf. Shocked, Wu Xie subconsciously dodged, but the space in the back seat was so small.

"What's wrong?" Wuxie asked him. Suddenly he felt that the driver was looking at him, so he glared at him fiercely.

Zhang Qiling didn't say anything. He kept touching his legs, groping up and down, and then nimbly dug his fingers into his trouser legs, pinching them by the way.

Wuxie felt that his whole body was about to burn up. He covered his mouth and coughed lightly: "What about that, Pingzi, how about we go home first..."

Zhang Qiling was a little confused, but said nothing. He just rolled up Wuxie's trouser legs. After a while, he let go of his hand and said, "He's recovering well, but there may be scars."

Wu Xie stiffly turned his neck to look at his wounds that had begun to scar: "..."

Grass! ! ! ! !

The only good thing is that the fat man is not here, otherwise he will laugh at himself for a lifetime, no, two lifetimes!

At this time, the driver spoke again: "Young man, the scar on your leg is quite scary. Did you get it from a fight? Don't be impulsive at a young age. If something happens, your parents will be worried. Look at the guy next to you, even though you say you have a bad mind, he looks quite honest."

Wu Xie looked at the driver and then at the bottle boy, and said slowly: "Uncle, you have misunderstood me. I got this injury in his secret base. Also, I advise you not to spread the word." , otherwise I would be sorry for the knife in his hand."

The driver looked at the long baggage next to Zhang Qiling through the mirror, and said with a smile: "Hey, it's just a knife. I also have one at home, for housekeeping."

Seeing that Wu Xie couldn't scare him, he leaned back and simply said nothing.

Zhang Qiling stared at the scar for a while and saw that Wuxie had no intention of taking care of it, and seemed to want to scare the taxi driver. After waiting for a while, he silently lowered his trouser legs.

Wuxie ignored him and just looked at the scenery outside the window. One thing seems to have been forgotten, but I can't remember what it was.

"I seem to have forgotten something. It probably has nothing to do with you. Forget it, I'll ask the fat man when he comes back."

Zhang Qiling said "hmm".

Driver: “How can anyone else know what you forgot?”

This driver is so annoying. Wu Xie complained to Ping Zai in a whisper.

Zhang Qiling: You can’t knock someone unconscious while driving.

What is this guy thinking? Wu Xie looked at him with raised eyebrows and smiled.

Even though he was talking nonsense and trying to pay attention, he drove pretty well on this road. If I could leave a review, Wuxie thought, I would definitely give this driver a star. No! Half a star at most.

After getting off the car, Zhang Qiling walked back when he saw Wuxie didn't follow him.

"what happened?"

Wu Xie frowned and looked at him and said, "I remembered."