Murano Momo is a cunning doctor

At this moment, a swift figure flew past the floor-to-ceiling window of the room like a ghost.

Noticing the scene in the room, the figure was slightly distorted in the air, as if there was friction with the air.

In the blink of an eye, there was only a "pop" sound.

Fei San, who rushed towards the two women, was suddenly hit by an invisible force.

The body drew a parabola in the air and hit the wall heavily with a dull impact, and then there was no movement.

The joy of surviving the disaster made Miao Ruoxi and Qi Xue couldn't help but look out the window.

However, the window was empty except for a transparent palm print on the glass.

The cold wind blew into the room along the palm prints, and the two women couldn't help but shiver.

To them, this scene was too incredible.

Outside the bar door, the cold moonlight shines through the sparse clouds and casts mottled light on the street.

The fallen leaves were blown by the breeze and rubbed on the ground, making a noisy sound.

In the distance, under a dim streetlight, the figure of a short, fat old man looked particularly abrupt.

He was wearing coarse fabrics with dark colors, like an ancient painting washed away by time.

The clothes were full of patches and looked quite shabby, but the old man looked calm and content.

At this time, the old man was bargaining with a vendor selling roasted sweet potatoes, and their voices sounded particularly clear in the silent night.

The old man's words revealed a kind of cunning and shrewdness, while the hawker seemed a little helpless and seemed to be at a disadvantage in this contest.

Jiang Xiaochuan's eyes fell on the old man, and he could clearly feel it.

The aura that made his heart palpitate was emanating from this old man.

Under the moonlight, the old man's face looked a little blurry.

But Jiang Xiaochuan could still feel the sharpness and depth in those eyes.

The bargaining was over and the hawker was defeated.

He chattered and helped the old man pack the sweet potatoes, feeling secretly annoyed and helpless.

After taking the sweet potato, the old man glanced back.

He changed his shrewd calculation just now and handed over a red banknote, "No need to look for it."

"this?"

The vendor was stunned and didn't react for a moment.

"Go back quickly."

The old man said with a pleasant look.

"Thank you."

The vendor nodded gratefully, held the banknote tightly in his hand, and quickly packed up the stall.

Jiang Xiaochuan stood opposite the old man, feeling uneasy.

In the eyes of the old man, Jiang Xiaochuan seemed to be less important than a sweet potato.

Under Jiang Xiaochuan's gaze, he peeled the sweet potatoes cleanly, revealing the golden flesh inside.

The old man took a bite with satisfaction, and the sweet taste seemed to make him temporarily forget everything around him.

"This...senior."

Seeing that the old man still had some sympathy, Jiang Xiaochuan did not rush in and said cautiously: "What's the matter with you bringing the boy here?"

The old man raised his head, wiped the residue at the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and said slowly: "No need to hide it, you know who you have offended!"

Jiang Xiaochuan naturally knew that if he sent out masters of this level to kill him, except for the Li family, no one else could be found.

It seemed that the roasted sweet potatoes were too delicious. After saying this, the old man took a few more bites before saying vaguely: "If you had not chosen to be the enemy of the Li family at that time, you would not have ended up like this."

Hearing this, Jiang Xiaochuan looked stern, and an unyielding will came into his heart.

He knew that he had done nothing wrong.

Looking directly at the old man, Jiang Xiaochuan said slowly: "In the face of unwarranted bullying, I can't tolerate it unconditionally!"

A trace of surprise flashed in the old man's eyes. He stopped talking and finished the sweet potatoes in silence, as if giving Jiang Xiaochuan the respect he deserved.

"It's a pity that you have such strength at such a young age."

Wiping his mouth, the old man sighed softly. His voice was not artificial, he just felt sorry for Jiang Xiaochuan.

Hearing his words, Jiang Xiaochuan's nerves tensed up instantly.

He felt an indescribable dangerous aura emanating from the old man.

This feeling of being a slave to others made Jiang Xiaochuan's heart beat faster.

All the muscles in his body tensed in preparation for the coming attack.

Suddenly, the old man swayed and appeared in front of Jiang Xiaochuan.

Jiang Xiaochuan only had time to see an afterimage before he felt a powerful energy coming towards his face.

He did not dare to resist, and quickly jumped back. At the same time, he clasped his hands together and gathered a strong energy to face the old man's attack.

The two energies collided fiercely in the air, making a deafening roar.

Jiang Xiaochuan only felt a huge impact. His body flew backwards involuntarily and hit a big tree heavily.

However, just when the old man thought Jiang Xiaochuan would be seriously injured, he jumped up skillfully like a civet and landed lightly on the ground.

Although Jiang Xiaochuan's face was a little pale, his eyes shone with determination, as if the attack just now did not have much impact on him.

"Well......"