Mr. Cong never talks about martial arts

Cherishing the last bit of medicine in the medicine soup, he reluctantly walked out of the bathroom from Yuyan, and began to worry about the money for the next medicine bath.

A few faint petals floated quietly along with the sense of smell.

Following the scent from Yuyan, she looked out the window.

There is also an inpatient on the opposite floor, who is holding a cup with downcast eyes, looking like he wants to drink or not.

The boy leaned against the window and drank water quietly. Light and shadow passed through his hair, making him look like a porcelain doll, pale and brittle.

Time seemed to stand still for a second, followed by You Yan's gaze followed by a few blinks.

The restless heart was instantly rolled up by the fragrance of flowers, and quietly put away on the desk.

This man is really good-looking!From Yuyan's eyes, he looked up and down, feeling itchy, walked to the window in a few steps, and focused his gaze on the opposite side.

The beautiful picture was so pleasing to the eye that he couldn't bear to blink.

The boy frowned, picking and choosing from the porcelain bowl, as if he didn't want to eat.

The phone on the opposite side suddenly rang. After the boy answered the phone, he quickly made a choice, put down the porcelain bowl, closed the door and went downstairs.

Downstairs, a hurried nurse was hurrying towards here with a tray in her arms.

From Yuyan standing on the opposite floor, he could see it clearly.

This nurse is breathing heavily, has broad shoulders and narrow hips, and a solid lower body. The outline of the muscles can be seen through the clothes. This is not a female Jiao'e, this is just like the guardian King Kong in the temple.

Cong Youyan silently guessed in his heart: I'm afraid there is something weird.

really!

When passing by the boy, the corners of Nurse King Kong's long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly.

not good!Cong Youyan frowned, his sleeves shook quickly, and his fingertips flicked slightly.

There was a rustling sound on the ground, and countless tiny shadows quietly approached the nurse.

The nurse, who was not aware of it, turned her face away, and flicked the tray in her hand. The needle tube hidden in it flicked and retracted, and stretched out its mouthparts like bee needles, trying to stab the boy's heart.

When the slightly cooler air is scratched by the needle tip, the friction produces high temperature, and the fear seeps into the bone marrow along with the sound of the wind.

Startled by the sudden assassination, the young man stood there dumbfounded, unable to move.

Cong Youyan, who had been prepared for a long time, put his hands together, jumped down to the second floor with the cushion of the sycamore branches, rushed forward in a few steps, raised his hand, separated the nurse's wrist, and swept his thumb across the opponent's tiger's mouth, taking advantage of the opponent's bite Painful, stretched out his foot and kicked, and the needle tube flew away.

The nurse's eyes flashed fiercely, she raised her elbow, pulled out a dagger from her pocket, and turned to attack Cong Youyan.

Cong Youyan flicked the earwax casually, and smiled casually.

The dagger in Nurse King Kong's hand was shining coldly, and she stabbed straight.

Cong Youyan didn't dodge or evade, staring at him coldly and arrogantly, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth: "Idiot!"

The wind was instantly filled with a stench, fragments of soil and crumbs, wild vegetables and vines burst open the stones on the roadside.

All these changes were not within Nurse King Kong's expectations. His expression changed, and his heart trembled. Just as he was about to back away, his ankle was entangled by a dead vine.

The warm blood was wrapped in the cold wind and splashed on the ground.There was a strange sound of broken bones, and Nurse King Kong knelt down on her knees with a look of astonishment on her face.

"Ah~ don't~" Before the King Kong nurse could utter the complete begging words.From the gap between the dead vines wrapped around the hind ankle, a fat black bug slowly crawled out.

Can't hear the wind, can't smell the fragrance of flowers!At this moment, a layer of death gradually appeared on Nurse King Kong's retina.

He wanted to stride back and escape, but his legs were broken long ago, the blood in his body began to freeze, and his heartbeat rotted into mud.

Another inch-long black worm came out of Nurse King Kong's nostril, shook his head, and retracted.

All the attack scenes that happened in front of him were accelerated multiplier 3 versions. The young man seemed to watch a martial arts scene without a double, and his eyes flickered a few times.

Ten seconds later, Nurse King Kong held a dagger in her hand, her eyes widened, and she fell straight to the ground.

From Yu Yan's eyes full of spring water, he glanced over with regret, "Money is tight, there are few medicinal materials, and he is still an underage cub with limited ability."

The boy turned his face in disbelief: "Is this still called limited ability?"

Being stared at by the beauty's half-angered gaze, Cong Youyan felt comfortable all over, took out an antique bronze ashtray from his arms, flicked his index finger, and made a knocking sound of "clank, clank".

Swish, swish, swish...with little effort, hundreds of bugs of various colors crawled off the cold nurse, and rushed back to the ashtray.

Li Youyan closed the lid and shook it, took out the homemade medicine cake from the plastic bag, broke it into pieces, and threw it into the ashtray.

Tilting his head, he listened to the sound of fighting for food, his eyes gradually stained with satisfaction.

After the gnawing sound stopped, Cong Youyan slowly opened the lid, and there were hundreds of bugs, most of which were killed or injured.

Small beetles and centipedes shivered at the edge together. In the center of the ashtray, a few fat black bugs sat comically cross-legged. Together they swaggered and swayed their tentacles. The color is oily and golden, just like being soaked in ink. wolf hair.

Cong Youyan lovingly picked out the fattest black bug, put it on his fingertips, and handed it forward: "Send it to you!"

The boy was startled: "Send me?"

"This King Kong looks like a killer who accepted the mission. Think carefully, have you offended someone recently? So, you are very dangerous!" Cong Youyan patiently explained: "Don't look at this little bug as a cub, It's easy to deal with a few people. When I'm not around, let it protect you."

This, too, is too fantastical.

The young man stared at the fat and ugly bug, hesitated for a moment, and gradually the tension in his heart gained the upper hand. He shook his head and politely refused: "We are not very familiar yet..."

Want to mature?That's not easy.Cong Youyan raised his chest, "I, Cong Youyan, is a doctor! I am a descendant of Cong Gong, a general of the Han Dynasty. The word 'you' is wide, which means I am open-minded and good at speaking."

You do talk a lot of nonsense! ...The young man felt a little bit stuck, he really couldn't figure out the details of the other party, he hesitated for a while, and then asked back: "You, don't you know me?"

Cong Youyan squinted his eyes and smiled: "Yes, yes, you live opposite me."

Juvenile: ...Well, what I mean by recognition is not the same as what you mean by recognition.

"My name is Shang Heyin!" In the end, he still told the other party his name, but Hei Chongzi thanked him indifferently, "I am allergic to many things, I appreciate your kindness."

The young man looked down at his toes, and said softly, "Then... goodbye, Mr. Cong."

When saying goodbye, there was less arrogance and sternness, and there was a bit of gratitude in it.

When Shang Heyin turned to leave, he took a glance at the black hair, against the amber eyes, and a warm smile.

Fair and thin, the only thing that seems to have some vitality is the pair of seductive eyes. Just look over, the clear and bright amber color can drag people into the invisible vortex.

Convulsions, tremors, and the hairs all over his body stood up instantly.

Cong Yuyan was reluctant to give up, and he grabbed the boy's wrist recklessly, but the pulse coming from under his fingertips was as thin as a gossamer.

"Ah! Your spleen and stomach have been at odds for a long time, floating and weak! If you don't recuperate, your life may be in danger."

When it comes to the professional field, the spirit comes from You Yan, so how can I let go, because of the caring nature of caring for the future wife, I took out a small plastic bag from my arms, shook out a huge pill, and stuffed it in, " This is Bigu Pill, take it quickly."

"Bigudan? Have you read too many martial arts books?" Shang Heyin covered his mouth, glanced at the white wax-colored big balls that looked like Wuji Baifeng pills, feeling annoyed.

"This is the Bigu Pill I just prepared. I prepared it for myself to eat. You should take it quickly, so as to increase your strength."

Afraid of you!Shang Heyin had no choice but to take it, put it in his trouser pocket, and stared at Cong Youyan: "Please let me go."

From Yuyan's automatic continuation of the picture to the picture of his daughter-in-law running away shyly, holding the bigu pill in the ward and rubbing it repeatedly, looking at it for a long time, with tears in her eyes, she couldn't bear to eat it no matter what.

Even though Uncle Wang is suspected of selling melons and boasting himself, Cong Youyan warmly advised: "Well, this Bigu Dan is not easy to refine. Many of the medicinal materials today are different from those in ancient times. It took a lot of my property to make it. There are still defects, that is, the shelf life is not long. Remember to eat when you go back!"

Shang Heyin raised his chin and looked at the other party as if looking at a psychopath.

Seeing the impatient look in Yu Yan's eyes when he saw his future daughter-in-law, knowing that it's time to end today's topic, he moved away reluctantly, "Call me if you miss me, I live in 202, just across from you."

The madman!Shang Heyin couldn't be bothered to deal with it anymore, he lowered his head and crossed the path, walking back.

Under the wisteria flowers, a slightly bleak back, gradually drifting away.

Cong Youyan watched the beauty go away helplessly, waved his hand unwillingly, and the fat black shadow flew out soundlessly, stuck to the thin back of his neck, twisted his fat body, and disappeared.