The personal doctor of the beautiful president

Brother, you are a little insincere, are you kidding me?

You agreed not to let honest people suffer, but you just gave me two steel jumpers?

Changing the compass to steel jumping, that would be so painful.

You need to know how important the compass is, it’s the feng shui master who travels at home, kills people and steals goods... Uh no, it’s the guy that the feng shui master eats, just like the swords of heroes in the world of martial arts, it’s very important.

The only difference is that with the development of steel technology, the strength of the sword is getting higher and higher, although it is not very useful now.

The compass is different.

In modern society, this industry is getting weaker and weaker, and the standard of compass production is getting worse and worse.

In many cases, it is not a problem of craftsmanship, but a problem of not knowing how to make it.

To put it bluntly, the compasses you can buy in the market now, in the eyes of real Fengshui masters, are like toys and completely unusable.

The ones that can be used are passed down from generation to generation. The compass is the job of Feng Shui masters, and it is passed down from master to disciple.

"This compass has a history of 300 years. The pointer is made of an extraterrestrial meteorite magnet. It is the only one in the world. It is very precious. So, brother, can you add a little more money?"

Han Xingye took out two more steel jumpers and stuffed them into his hands: "Just double it, if you are not satisfied, then do a super double and directly smash you to death with money."

Brother, your base number is too low. After adding up and adding up, it doesn't exceed ten yuan.

It's better to give it to you directly, and get a favor anyway. "I see you have a pained expression, you seem to be very dissatisfied, why don't you make a price."

Brother, don't play with me, how much will you give me?
I have a strong hunch that if the price I offer exceeds 100 yuan, I'm afraid I will be torn up by you.

"What's the money? It's an honor for the big brother to look up to this thing. It was passed down to me by the master, and it has no price."

Han Xingye looked at this guy whose stage name was "Qiyu", and asked with a smile: "It seems that you are still highly valued in the sect. Master is willing to pass on such good things to you."

"Master prefers me because he likes my loyalty and integrity."

"It's true that he is loyal and unyielding. Once he encounters danger, he will give away the treasure passed down by his master." Han Xingye sneered.

Qiyu wished he could find a crack in the ground and get in.

At the same time, he felt that Han Xingye was too unkind, if you hadn't forced me to die, how could I have given you the compass, and you would have benefited later, and you would have ridiculed my soft bones.

How can you behave like this?
Although he was unhappy, but in order to survive, he did not dare to show his hard-bodied side, but said flatteringly: "Because I deeply feel that my talents and abilities are limited, and this compass is by my side.

The big brother is a hero who is incomparable to the world, and his equipment is imposing. Only when the compass is in your hands can it show its brilliance. "

"Do you think I won't kill you if you flatter me a few words?" Han Xingye asked, "If I spare your life and you run back to the teacher's gate to rescue soldiers, a large group of people come to chase and kill me. Am I looking for something for myself?"

"Brother, don't worry, I will never trouble you, I swear by my personality."

"Don't mention your personality, it will be more convincing."

"Brother, how can you trust me? Why don't you put poison on me or something else.

Since you can make my fist lose consciousness and stimulate the pain, it must be very simple for you. "

It was the first time that Han Xingye met someone who made such a request. It's been a long time.

Of course he accepted this reasonable request, and immediately took out a pill and stuffed it into Saitama's mouth.

"After taking my poison, you need to take an antidote every year, otherwise you will die miserably.

I hope you don't play tricks and make fun of your own life. "

"Don't worry, brother, I will be obedient. If you tell me to go east, I dare not go west. If you tell me to chase dogs, I dare not catch chickens." Saitama nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

"I'll give you a task first. After you return to the master's gate, go and search for it. If there are any valuable treasures in the sect, I will get all the valuable treasures that can be obtained."

Han Xingye's mission made Qiyu feel very embarrassed: "If you steal the property of the master's family, if you are found out, your hand will be cut off at the least, and your head will be beheaded at the worst."

"You can do it yourself, and I won't force you." Han Xingye said with a smile, "If I don't make a move, your hand will be useless in two months. It's no different from being chopped off."

Qiyu instantly changed his face: "Our sect is not a decent sect with a kind heart, and most of the treasures are ill-gotten gains that are looted everywhere. If you steal it, you will steal it. It belongs to eliminating harm for the people."

Han Xingye thought about it, this Qianji Sect was not a righteous sect, he guessed it was proficient in wind and water, and spent all day looking for dragons and acupuncture points, fighting and robbing tombs, all doing things that harmed morality.

They must have a lot of good things in their hands, and they don't take them for nothing.

Uh, to be precise, you can’t take it for nothing, you have to give money.

It seems that it is necessary to prepare a little steel jumping on the body in case of emergency.

"Leave me a contact information so that I can find you at any time."

After Han Xingye asked Qi Yu for a phone number, he connected the broken finger to him.

Only then did Qiyu realize that his phalanges were not broken, but misplaced.

he broke out in a cold sweat
Then he was given another needle in the hand, which brought him back to normal.

"Let's go, remember your mission, rob the rich and help the poor." Han Xingye urged.

Stealing from the rich and helping the poor, this term is used too well, it seems that he is the party of justice.

Qiyu clasped his fists with a sense of ritual, and said impassionedly, "Don't worry, brother, you just wait for my good news."

After speaking, Qiyu ran away, unwilling to stay even for a second longer.

Hey, people nowadays say one thing with their mouths but think another thing in their hearts, it's too hypocritical.

Han Xingye sighed, put away the compass, took out his mobile phone, and prepared to make a call to Peng Junna who was far away in Jiangcheng.

Now he wants to go back to Jiangcheng to summon Shenlong. He is not very familiar with the specific operation, so he has to ask Peng Junna, an old driver, to help him.

Coincidentally, before his call was dialed, Peng Junna's call just happened.

The phone rang in a hurry, incessantly, like a reminder.

Han Xingye connected the phone, and Peng Junna's panicked voice came: "Hurry up and save me, someone is going to kill me!"