Self-cultivation of cannon fodder through books

As the saying goes, a person cannot be judged by his appearance, and sea water cannot be measured.

But he never expected to be so disrespectful, that under the black mask was the face of a gentleman.

A man with such a face, no matter whether his sexual orientation is male or female, should belong to the type who will not worry about finding a partner. Why would he use such indecent methods to steal fragrance and jade?

Another thing is that this flower-picking prostitute actually has a pair of panicked eyes. People's expressions can be faked, but their eyes can't.The look in this person's eyes is not the embarrassment and panic after being caught, but...it seems that he is afraid of meeting people's eyes.

This is clearly contradictory to his behaviour.

He was held by Wang Ding, and he lowered his head, wishing he could shrink to the ground.

"I can't see it. You look like a dog, but you actually did such a shameless thing." Wang Ding scolded, "Today you fall into our hands, it's God's eyes, he can't stand your tricky hands Destroyed."

The prostitute did not speak, and lowered his head even lower.

Wang Ding was in a fit of anger, touched his acupoints, and then tied him up with a random hemp rope.

"Tell me, which sect are you from?"

This person looks gentle and knows martial arts. He must not be an ordinary person, at least he is also an important disciple of a certain sect.

The prostitute still didn't speak, but his face became even uglier. It was obvious that Wang Ding had hit the point.

Wang Ding drew out his sword, pointed at the thief's throat, and said coldly, "If you don't tell me, you will die."

"You guys kill me." The prostitute finally spoke, his voice was hoarse, his eyes were empty, and he seemed relieved, "I'm too tired, and I don't want to live anymore."

Wang Ding was stunned. What's the situation? Why did the two thieves he met recently want to die?This is not logical...

Bian Jiangling, who hadn't spoken for a while, paced around the prostitute, looked at him for a long time, and suddenly stopped in front of him.

He said: "You are from Thunderbolt Gate, right?"

The thief's body obviously paused, then he shook his head frantically, and shouted hysterically, "No, I'm not from Thunderbolt!"

Judging by his reaction, it is basically certain that this guy is the disciple of Thunderbolt Gate.

Wang Dingqi said: "Old Bian, how did you find out that he is Thunderbolt?"

"Hey." The fake blood on Bian Jiangling's face was still there, and he smiled to reveal two rows of white teeth, which looked terrifying, "The master of Thunderbolt Sect's martial arts is mediocre, but his lightness kung fu is first-rate. Apprentice must be good at lightness kung fu."

The prostitute is still yelling, saying that he is not from Thunderbolt.

Wang Ding ignored him, and continued to ask: "There are many sects who are good at lightness kung fu, why are you so sure that he is from the Thunderbolt sect?"

Although he confirmed that Bian Jiangling's speculation was accurate, he still wanted to know how Guardian You came to this conclusion.

Bian Jiangling said: "Generally, criminals will choose places they are familiar with to commit crimes. There is only one sect in the Thunderbolt Gate within a radius of fifty miles. If it's not them, who is it?"

"Smart." Wang Ding has a new understanding of his good friend. This man is thick and subtle, quick thinking, and he is a great person.

"I just don't know whether he is the disciple or the son of the sect master." Bian Jiangling sat down on the stool, "As far as I know, sect master Du has two sons."

When he said this, Wang Ding paid attention to the expression of the prostitute. When Bian Jiangling said "son", this person's expression was obviously abnormal. With a painful and tangled look.

"It seems to be Mr. Du." Wang Ding walked in front of him and looked down at him, "You are a handsome man, why did you do such an outrageous thing?"

Seeing that his behavior was meaningless, Mr. Du, the prostitute, stopped going crazy and calmed down.

"I do not know what you're talking about."

"It's okay if you don't know." Wang Ding also sat down, and said leisurely, "I'll take you back to Thunderbolt Gate at dawn, and let Master Du see the good deeds his precious son has done in Suguan Town."

This sentence was like dropping a bomb, and the surname Du immediately went mad again.

"Don't, don't! You kill me, kill me!" He twisted his body frantically, trying to bump his head against the bedpost.

Bian Jiangling had quick eyesight and quick hands, and kicked him into the middle of the room.

Du Gongzi completed a beautiful turn in the air and then fell freely, hitting the ground and throwing up dust all over the ground.

Wang Ding: "..."

This product is also very cruel!

Bian Jiangling was puzzled, "Since you are so afraid of seeing your father, why did you do such a thing?"

"Cough cough..." Mr. Du, the prostitute, took a mouthful of ashes and coughed up a lot of dirt. He coughed and spoke intermittently, "I beg you, can you let me wear my mask, please. "

Wang Ding asked, "What are the consequences of not wearing that thing?"

Du Gongzi: "I feel ashamed if I don't wear that, and I can't communicate with people normally."

That's okay too?Could it be that Mr. Du's body is that black cloth scarf?

The other party had no power to fight back, and they wanted to see what kind of tricks he was playing, so they put the hood on him.

As soon as he put it on, Mr. Du seemed to be resurrected with full blood, and even his eyes changed from dull to bright.

Not only that, but his tone of voice became high, and his mental state was completely different.

He sneered, "You want to know why I became like this, right? Well, anyway, if I fall into your hands, I won't be able to survive, so I'll tell you."

"You said."

"Since I was a child, I have been the shadow of my elder brother. He is excellent in everything. I am inferior to him no matter what I do. My father doesn't like me. It's okay for my elder brother to make mistakes. If I make mistakes, my father will severely reprimand and beat me. Everything depends on his face, but my father is still dissatisfied with me, he seems to never be satisfied with me."

This is a not uncommon story that happens in many families.

Wang Ding and Bian Jiangling didn't intervene. Mr. Du obviously had a psychological problem and needed to talk and vent.

"After I found that I couldn't satisfy him no matter what, I stopped having illusions. I didn't want to practice martial arts or talk to others. I liked to hide in dark places where I felt safe. Ever since one day I wore After wearing the headgear, I feel more confident and powerful than ever, as long as I wear this, no one can look down on me, no one can bully me."

This Mr. Du is probably suffering from schizophrenia, and his second personality will appear when wearing a hood, while the cowardly No. 1 personality will hide.

"How did you come up with the idea of ​​being a flower picker?" Bian Jiangling asked.

"And where did your fans and medicines come from?" Wang Ding felt that the fans and incense he used this time were exactly the same as those used by Xuanyingmen. Is there any connection between them?

Du Gongzi laughed at himself, "I found that I like women and have feelings for men, but I feel ashamed. I don't know how to face myself and how to tell my family."

Wang Ding lamented that bisexuality in ancient times was really bitter. They didn't have a correct understanding, and they might think that something was wrong with them.

"Until I met Master." Young Master Du raised his head, his slender phoenix eyes glowed with happiness, "Master told me, no matter male or female, as long as I like it, I can have it."

Wang Ding immediately asked, "He also gave you the magic medicine, right?"

"That's right, the master gave it to me." Mr. Du didn't deny it, he let out a strange smile, "It turns out that doing whatever you want can make people so happy."

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

A cute host: Author, when will you let me go online, you can see that the people who eat melons can't wait.

Author: Hurry up, don’t worry

Wang Ding: It's better to let him go offline, I won't act with this kind of brat!

A cute host: Huh?Small?Don't you know whether I'm big or small?

Wang Ding: ...

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