Mr. Cong never talks about martial arts

Xu Zhengyue rolled on the spot, hid in the corner of the storage room, turned his hand to find the palm thunder tied to the side of his calf, squinted his eyes at the door, and raised his hand to shoot again.

Cong Youyan was faster than him, and threw the blood shark dagger that he had just received with a flick of his hand.

The blade flashed blue light, flew into the gun in the opposite direction, and directly pushed the bullet back.

Palm Thunder's narrow barrel made the sound of jamming, and it was hot to the point where it turned red.

Xu Zhengyue yelled, unable to hold on anymore, he hastily threw away the palm thunder, but countless blisters still appeared on his palm.

Cong Youyan smiled lightly, took out the small medicine cake, broke it and sprinkled it on the ground, and whistled: "Little cuties, it's time for extra food!"

After a rustling sound, a pungent earthy smell suddenly came from the storage room. Where energy-saving lighting was common, black beetles the size of a thumb were all neatly rubbed against their fangs and crawled out densely. .

When Xu Zhengyue saw it, he was heartbroken, and just about to run away, a black shadow the size of a tomato suddenly descended from the sky, making a chewing sound of "Ka Ka Ka", it flew directly onto his face, raised a pair of front paws, It pierced hard between the eyebrows.

The transparent liquid was pierced into the acupuncture points by the black beetle, Xu Zhengyue got a mouthful of dirty blood stuck in his throat, his eyes turned black, his body went limp, his limbs stiffened and he fell to the ground.

Muzi, the medicine man who has been lying on a stretcher watching the battle, his face covered with tears, staring at the unconscious brother Xu, gradually covered by black beetles, and he can no longer see his torso clearly.

Under the despair and collapse of all thoughts, he hoarse and howled dryly.

……

No matter how deeply she slept, she was awakened by these movements.

The startled Shang Heyin hurriedly put on his pajamas, rubbed his eyes, and went downstairs in doubt.

Outside the door of the storage room, Uncle Da and Old Wu were copying their hands and looking inside.

Shang Heyin stood behind them, looked at the storage room, and asked, "What's going on?"

I saw that on the not very spacious concrete floor, there was another middle-aged man with his eyes closed. His chest rose and fell, and he should be alive.

The man's clothes have been stripped clean, leaving only a pair of underpants to hide his shame, and silver needles all over his body.

Cong Youyan was still immersed in administering the needles, and there was a faint bloody mist lingering above the silver needles.

Shang Heyin looked down at the fingers that were still busy, and already had a bad feeling: "Mr. Cong, can you explain what's going on?"

"A thief who came out of nowhere." After Yu Yan finished the last needle, he brushed off his sleeves, stood up and said with a smile, "The black armored guards patrolling in the garden found him, so I squatted on the chandelier and looked at him. Who is so courageous to steal my things? Since he sneaked in sneakily, then I have no choice but to accept it."

Shang Heyin interrupted Cong Youyan's bragging with a wave of his hand, "Wait a minute, who is the black armored guard patrolling the garden?"

"The bugs I raise. There are them at home, in the garden, and under the eaves. Don't worry, Yin'er, they are cute and won't hurt the family."

Shang Heyin took a few deep breaths, and was speechless while resting his forehead. After a while, he remembered bobo, and asked suspiciously: "Where is bobo, it didn't call the police?"

Uncle Da slapped his forehead, hurried to the back room, fiddled with it for a while, and shouted in surprise: "Who killed bobo?"

"It's probably this person." Cong Yuyan kicked Xu Zhengyue with his hips on his hips, "This guy has some tricks, he just came in without making a sound."

Muzi on the stretcher blinked desperately at Shang Heyin.

Shang Heyin understood clearly, had already guessed Xu Zhengyue's identity, looked at Muzi with some sympathy, coughed lightly, and asked: "Then~ the next thing, Mr. Cong, what are you going to do?"

Cong Yuyan replied as a matter of course: "Since he lost to me, he will naturally be the next medicine man!"

Muzi on the stretcher twitched his limbs and started to cry again.

Shang Heyin's brows were tightly locked, and he hesitated.

Cong Youyan's eyes are good and his mind is lively, seeing Shang Heyin's heart feels pity, he quickly said: "Yin'er, I see this person has a dead face, his pulse is vain, and he is trapped in the shallows like a fish and shrimp. In fact, he is doomed." Since that’s the case, why don’t you be my medicine man, make the best use of everything and don’t waste it, how good it is!”

Shang Heyin: ...I really didn't expect this.

Cong Youyan waved his hand, "I know what you are worried about. The storage room is a bit small, and there is no room for two stretchers. However, considering that they are a family, they can be arranged to squeeze on one stretcher."

Fool, I'm not worried about this at all!Shang Heyin glanced at Cong Youyan, shook his head helplessly, and had no choice but to let him go. He only reminded: "This person is the second leader of the Dark Dragon, you have to be careful."

"Oh~ so he is a person of status! No wonder the growth state of his muscles and bones is different from ordinary people, I like it!" Cong Youyan suddenly became interested, his eyes lit up, and he rubbed his hands: "Then I will make him into a tree trunk , arrange Magu's birthday present, and make a human candlestick for Yin'er, okay?"

Shang Heyin refused without thinking, "I don't have such a strong taste."

Cong Youyan immediately followed suit and nodded: "That's right, if when we are together, there is an ugly monster standing next to you, it's really off-putting, how about this, if you want to make candlesticks, next time you can find a good-looking one."

'I knew our brain circuits were not in the same way. "Shang Heyin was helpless. Ever since he met this demon star who was both good and evil, the number of surviving brain cells showed a downward trend. After reading books for more than ten years, no matter how rich his vocabulary was, it was not as good as the one in front of him." Bit response speed.

"No! I don't need this kind of decoration from the serf era! I didn't want it before, I don't want it now, and I won't want it in the future!" Shang Heyin looked at Cong Youyan seriously: "Now is a society ruled by law!"

In terms of heaven and earth, who is the most powerful, the cliff is the most powerful daughter-in-law.From Youyan's heartfelt expression - I have been educated, the past was the past, it was the evil old society; now is the present, we must change our minds and be good people!

Shang Heyin didn't expect his words to be so effective, and he was too embarrassed to preach any more. There was a new play to read tomorrow, and there were enough things tonight, and he was really tired after tossing around for a long time.

Cong Youyan approached intimately, pulled Shang Heyin's wrist, and gently pressed the acupoints, "It's all because of these thieves, they are the murderers who disturb people's dreams, Yin'er, please rest quickly."

I don't know if it's because someone's massage technique is too good, or because he's too tired during this time, Shang Heyin's eyelids twitched, he yawned as soon as he said it, he staggered upstairs, and fell asleep next to the pillow.

The next day.

The rehearsal hall of the RY Theatre.

Several actors who played gangsters rolled up their cuffs fiercely, kicked down Huang Xiaoya who played the role of a village girl, and shouted sharply: "Your family has owed Mr. Wang rent for two years, since you can't pay the money, you can only sell yourself to pay off the debt. "

The village girl fell on the rockery and wept bitterly.

Bandit A ran to the front of the stage, stood on tiptoes, and made a lookout gesture, "Ms. Locust is coming soon, and the master is still waiting at home. What are you talking about, I dragged it back."

The three of them got off, and the stage was changed to the attic for the next scene.

Lighting readjusted.The chasing light came on, and the immortal scholar was sitting cross-legged in the attic, reading a book by the window.

The sound effect turned on the recording, and there was the sound of pattering rain.

The scholar, who was still reciting poems silently, put down his notebook and looked at the dark sky happily: "There has been no rain for a long time in the countryside. The Taoist priest prayed for blessings this way, and finally got the kindness of the Dragon King, and he is willing to bless the world."

The projection lamp turned to the lower part of the attic, where there was a dojo of green bricks and green tiles. Accompanied by the sound of wind and rain, the warm sound of chanting sutras came from the magic circle, from far to near, resounding in the ears.

In the center of the formation, a red-browed Taoist sits upright. The futon emits a fresh light in the hunting wind, and the Taoist against it becomes more white and holy.

A girl in white with a wia hanging from her sleeves flutters in the air.

Coincidentally, it fell into the magic circle.

The Taoist lowered his eyes, and the sound of chanting did not stop.

The girl in white clothes was soaking wet, but she leaned on the Taoist's shoulder without hesitation, and yelled coquettishly, "Help, Taoist priest, help me, Taoist priest!"

The Taoist's eyelids closed slightly, and he persuaded softly: "If the good woman is cold, you can go to the layman's room to change clothes, light a fire, and keep warm."

The girl in white clothes acted like a baby and refused to obey: "The Taoist priest is a person who cultivates immortals. He often deceives the people to say that all living beings are equal, so he should be merciful. Now the Taoist priest sees the weak woman in trouble, but he pushes away cruelly. May I ask you, you have practiced for a hundred years. Did you cultivate a heart of stone?"

"Boom!" A muffled thunder slammed down along with the girl's inquiry.

The dark sky seemed to have a hole, allowing more wind and rain to leak.

The Taoist stopped chanting, slowly opened his eyes, and looked at the girl in white calmly: "If a good person has a pure heart for good, the poor Taoist will definitely treat him with a smile! If a good person comes here just to fill his stomach, the poor Taoist will definitely stop him."

The white-clothed girl's face froze, her body trembled, and under the purple-gold lightning, her pair of jade feet began to change strangely. Suddenly, silver-white scales grew wildly from the edge of the embroidered shoes, and the pieces were like knives, rushing straight to the Taoist's face. go.

A pair of small black tentacles protruded from the ears of the red-browed Taoist, flapping his wings against the blades.

The tulle fluttered under the strong wind, and for some reason, it got mixed up with those flying knives, and the blades rolled upside down, attacking the girl in white.

"Ah!" The girl in white hugged her head and screamed.