Dressed up as his brother

"Nan Rong, this is..." An old voice interrupted their conversation.

"Mr. Chen, this is He Chongyang, Fellow Daoist He." Nan Rong hurriedly introduced to the two, "Chongyang, this is the head of Changling Sect, Mr. Chen Fengyan."

Changling Gate?never heard of that.

Chongyang nodded his head as a greeting.

Mr. Chen is not angry at Chongyang's almost perfunctory attitude, young man Hela, with strong strength, a little arrogance is understandable.

"Where did He Xiaoyou learn from?" Elder Chen asked with a smile.

Chongyang glanced at Mr. Chen, and then again, but finally couldn't hold back: "Can you comb your hair first?"

"..." Old Chen.

"..." Nan Rong.

"I'm sorry, old man." Old Chen's face, which was wrinkled by the years, turned red, and then he actually took out a mahogany comb from his pocket, and started to comb his hair on the spot.

An old man with a wrinkled face and disheveled clothes and a head of gray and messy hair, just combing and combing in front of you, again and again, the picture is so beautiful that the beautiful Double Ninth Festival is speechless.Hastily turned to the direction of Nanrong, took a look, um, comfortable.

Nan Rong seemed to have noticed something, and there was a smile in his eyes.

"Mr. Nan, let me take care of your injury." At this moment, a man in a black windbreaker ran over with a medicine box in his arms.

Nan Rong glanced at his palm, but he didn't ask the man to help him deal with it immediately, but pointed to Chongyang and said, "Help him deal with it first."

"Okay." The man didn't hesitate, both of them were injured, so it doesn't matter whoever gets treated first.

"Mr. He, show me your injury." The man turned to Chongyang.

Chongyang glanced at him, then looked at Nan Rong, and then spread out his injured right hand to show the two of them. With just one glance, both of them changed their expressions.

"There is a residual hostility of the soldiers above, which needs to be purified first." The man in the black windbreaker is also a warlock, and he saw the residual hostility in Chongyang's wound at a glance.Even if it is a very common wound, as long as the wound is contaminated with evil spirits, it must be purified.If the evil qi on the wound is not removed, no matter what medicine is used, the wound will not heal.

"I can't purify this level of hostility." The man was a little embarrassed. He was a magician after all, and it was fine if he couldn't suppress the murderous soldier, but he couldn't even treat the wound left by a murderous soldier. It was really useless.

Nanrong looked at Chongyang: "What's going on?"

It's not surprising that the man in black couldn't purify the hostility of Nanrong. After all, it was the hostility left by the ancient fierce soldiers. Purification requires extremely strong spiritual power. Ordinary warlocks may not be able to purify it, but Chongyang shouldn't be unable to purify it.

"I still need some time to suppress it." The fierce soldier recognized the master, and the two had a contract relationship before, and the power of the fierce soldier would directly affect Chongyang.At this time in Chongyang, the body is still filled with the power of a fierce soldier, and the hostility naturally cannot be purified.

"But your wound is too deep, you must apply medicine, or you will get infected." The man in black said.

"It's just a small injury." Chongyang withdrew his palm indifferently, "You should help him apply the medicine first."

Chongyang really didn't take this injury seriously, he had suffered many injuries in the past, as long as he didn't chop off his palm on the spot, he could take it back for himself.

"Mr. Nan, let me help you deal with it first." The man couldn't cure Chongyang, so he could only turn to Nan Rong.Nan Rong did not refuse this time, and let the other party deal with it.

Nanrong's wound has been purified, and the incision is neat. Because the blood was swallowed by the murderous soldiers, the wound is still clean.

The man is not a professional doctor, he can only do simple debridement and dressing: "Mr. Nan, your wound is a bit deep, and I don't know if you have injured the nerves inside. You'd better go to the hospital for an examination."

"Thank you." Narong thanked.

"Mr. Nan." The man packed up the medicine box and was about to leave, but Nan Rong held the medicine box down. "Mr. Nan?"

"Lend me to use it." Nanrong used the hand that had just been bandaged to walk in front of Chongyang, carrying the small medicine box.

At this time, Chongyang was holding a murderer in one hand, scanning codes with his mobile phone in the other, and buying Coke from a vending machine beside him.

This stuff is so good that no one can sell it.

With a "kuang", the sound of cola falling came from the bottom of the vending machine. Chongyang just squatted down to take out the cola, and when he looked up, he met Nanrong's handsome face.

"It's just right, help me open a Coke." Chongyang hurt his hand, but the Coke here was bottled again, so he had to use his fingers to open the tab.

Nanrong didn't think much about it, just focused on Chongyang's movement, stretched out a finger, clasped the pull ring, and pulled it away with a little force.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

Chong Yang raised his head and took a sip of Coke, sighed comfortably, and when he turned around, he saw Nan Rong frowning and tossing the ring on his finger.

I don't know if I used too much force just now, but the pull ring got stuck on my finger, and I couldn't pull it off for a while.If you use too much force, you are afraid that the wound that has just been bandaged will burst.

"Stuck?" Chongyang really wanted to help, but he had two hands, one was carrying the murderer, the other was holding a Coke, and he really didn't have time, so he couldn't help laughing when he saw this, "Why don't you just take it with you, It looks pretty on your hand, like a ring."

A beauty is worthy of being a beauty, even a finger is good-looking all over her body, even if a pull ring is stuck, she doesn't feel ugly.

Nanrong paused when he took the ring, looked up at Chongyang: "Ring?"

"Don't you think it looks like it?" Chongyang hadn't woken up for a few days, and he hadn't had time to be poisoned by sweet idol dramas. He had never learned this kind of routine of using a pull ring as a ring, but he used it without a teacher. back.

Nan Rong moved the stuck finger, and looked at the bottle of Coke in Chongyang's hand, his eyes flashed, he didn't know what he was thinking, and finally chuckled, he really didn't take it off.

"Go over there and get the medicine." Nanrong signaled Chongyang to sit down on the bench by the roadside.

"I've said it all, little injury." Chongyang shook his hand indifferently and continued to drink Coke.

Nanrong didn't say a word, he directly reached out to snatch the Coke, and took it to the bench beside him.Chongyang couldn't, so he had to follow along.

"If the hostility is not purified, the medicine will be in vain." Chongyang reminded.

"So I'll give you medicine." Nanrong opened the medicine box, found alcohol and Yunnan Baiyao, and signaled Chongyang to reach out.

Chongyang raised his eyebrows suspiciously, but he still stretched out his hand, wanting to see what Nan Rong did.Then, he really saw the show operation.

Nan Rong actually used the power of luck to help him isolate the hostility at the wound, and he actually used the power of luck to help Chongyang create a barrier between the wound and the hostility.

"Is your power of luck inexhaustible?" Doing this kind of thing with the power of luck is more extravagant than using gold as a stone to float in water.

"I promised, I won't hurt you." Nanrong said while carefully helping Chongyang to apply the medicine.

"So you want to use the power of luck to help me heal this kind of small injury that will heal in a few days, and you should treat it as a reward for me?"

"No, I owe you this time." Nanrong said.

Chongyang wanted to say something else, but at this time a leaf fell from the top of his head, and it happened to land on Chongyang's wound.Seeing this, Nan Rong didn't even think about it, so he blew away the leaves.The wind gently brushed the palm of his hand, and Chongyang felt a numbness, and he subconsciously curled up his palm because of the itchiness.

"Don't move." Nanrong slightly pressed his fingers to hold down Chongyang's restless hand, "Take the medicine carefully."

He has been rebellious all his life, and he hates Chongyang who is ordered by others the most. For some reason, he really doesn't move.

It must be because of this guy's good looks. He can't bear to get angry with good-looking people.

Well, this is my pity and pity.

"Okay." In a daze, Nan Rong had already bandaged the wound.

"So fast? Cough, I mean, if you want to bandage, bandage it well, don't be perfunctory." Chongyang felt that he had made a slip of the tongue, and hurried to make amends.

"Not perfunctory."

"Okay." Chongyang coughed awkwardly, didn't look to see if it was really not perfunctory, used the hand that was just bandaged, took the Coke and continued to drink.

Nanrong tidied up the medicine box, stood up and walked to the other side, and returned the medicine box to the man in the black windbreaker.

"The medicine box." Nanrong handed over the medicine box.

"Why did Mr. Nan deliver it in person? Just let it go. I'll go and get it myself." The man said, and quickly reached out to pick up the medicine box. With a glance, he saw the Coke ring on Nanrong's finger. "Mr. Nan, this is..."

"Accidentally got stuck." Nanrong said.

"Then I'll take it off for you." The man thought that Nanrong was inconvenient to take the ring because of his hand injury, so he eagerly wanted to help, but he just raised his hand, and Nanrong avoided it.

"no need."

"This thing is actually quite sharp, so be careful when scratching your hand." Mr. Nan's left hand was already injured, and if his right hand was scratched again, it would be bad. The black windbreaker was really worried about Nan Rong, so he diligently reached out again.

"No need." Nan Rong dodged again.

This time, no matter how dull he was, the man in the black windbreaker sensed something was wrong, and he was so confused that he didn't know what he did wrong.

Nanrong also knew that he was overreacting, and when he didn't know how to explain it, Chongyang's annoyed voice suddenly sounded beside him.

"I repeat, this thing is mine."

Nan Rong turned his head and saw that there was another person beside Chongyang, and that person was holding a box in his hand, which was exactly the spirit sealing box that Nan Rong used to seal the murderous soldiers.

At this time, Mr. Chen had already taken care of his "elegant" long hair, and put a beautiful bun on the top of his head with a wooden hairpin. He also heard the roar of Chongyang, and walked over: "He Xiaoyou, this The murderous soldiers are too murderous, they are evil things, let us keep them."

"Why?" Chongyang was not happy, "The fierce soldier is a thing without an owner. Whoever gets it belongs to him. If you seal it, you can take it away, but this murderous soldier recognizes me as the master, then it is me." My magic weapon. Whoever dares to snatch my magic weapon, don’t blame me for being rude to anyone.”

"You..." Old Chen was a little angry.

"Mr. Chen." Nan Rong hurried over and interrupted Mr. Chen, "I'll talk to him."

Mr. Chen looked at Nanrong, thinking that Chongyang was the helper Nanrong had found, and it might be more appropriate for Nanrong to speak, so he nodded and said: "You should tell him that the murderous soldiers must not flow out, and we are also For his own good."

Chongyang sneered, this is the first time I heard that stealing people's things is still a good person.

Chen Lao immediately frowned even tighter.

"Old Chen, you still need to take care of the aftermath." Nanrong dismissed Old Chen.

Old Chen nodded and left.As soon as Mr. Chen left, the man holding the box also left.

Chongyang cast a sideways glance at Nanrong, sat back on the chair and continued to drink Coke: "Don't waste your time, the things are mine."

Nanrong didn't ask Chongyang directly, but asked: "There is a record in the ancient books that when a murderous soldier recognizes his master, as the master, he can see the murderous soldier's past. Is it true?"

"It's just images of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, nothing special." Chongyang said nonchalantly.

"That's true. It is also recorded in ancient books that the fierce soldiers are powerful, and every time they use them, the master will be affected by hostility." Nan Rong said again.

Chongyang could hear it, this was what the old man with wrinkles on his face but wanted to imitate the makeup of a beauty said to do it for him, for fear that he would be influenced and become a murderous maniac.

"I want to say that I won't be affected, do you believe me?" Chong Yang asked.

Nan Rong frowned, every master of the murderous soldier believed that he could suppress the murderous soldier.

"You don't believe it?" Chongyang narrowed his eyes.

Nan Rong raised his eyes, met Chongyang's angry eyes, and suddenly smiled: "No, I believe it."

Chongyang raised an eyebrow.

"I believe you, but the evil soldier is too powerful, and a little carelessness will cause disaster. If you take it away, you must keep it safe. If there is an accident, I will take back the evil soldier." Nan Rong said.

Chongyang snorted, and suddenly reached out and handed the black iron sword to Nanrong.

Nan Rong was slightly startled, a little confused.Is this to return the murderer to him?

"If you can take it away, come and take it now." Chongyang said arrogantly.

Nan Rong was speechless, this man is really crazy.He didn't argue with Chong Yang whether he should take it or not, he just said: "I'll go say hello to Mr. Chen and the others."

"Where's the murderous soldier?" Seeing that Nan Rong came back empty-handed, Mr. Chen asked in puzzlement.

"I promised to give it to him." Nan Rong said.

"What? How can this kind of fierce soldier be wandering outside? It must be brought back to the bureau to be sealed. If something goes wrong, it will be a catastrophe." Chen Lao said excitedly.

"I'll guarantee it." Nan Rong said, "It's assumed that I borrowed this fierce soldier. If there is any problem, I will be responsible."

Old Chen frowned: "Nan Rong, this is no small matter."

"I know."

Old Chen looked at Nanrong, and then at Chongyang not far away who was drinking Coke with Erlang's legs crossed, sighed and said, "Okay, since you said so, then I don't care about it."

He had seen the process of the two subduing the fierce soldiers just now, one was almost sucked dry for the sake of the other party not being injured by the fierce soldiers.One is for the other party not to be sucked dry, adventure and fierce soldiers are fused.The relationship between the two is so good, it must not be an ordinary relationship, Nanrong's achievements in the bureau are high, with his guarantee, the bureau should agree.

"Thank you." Nan Rong walked back to Chongyang and said with a smile, "Old Chen agreed."

Seeing that the old man who liked to dress up no longer looked at him, Chongyang knew that Nan Rong had persuaded him: "Then he should thank you."

"Why?" Nanrong was puzzled.

"If he dares to snatch it, I will definitely shave his head cool." Let him do makeup like a beauty.

Nan Rong shook his head dumbfoundingly: "Let's go, I'll take you back, Xiao Chongming should be waiting impatiently."

When the two of them came out of the park, Zimu was already waiting outside the car. He had already felt that the murderous aura inside had dissipated, but it was hard for him to leave without calling him.Seeing the two of them at this time, they hurried up to greet them without caring about anything else.

"Little uncle, are you injured?" Zimu looked at Nanrong's left hand in surprise.

"It's okay, it's just a small injury, where's Xiao Chongming?"

"Watching cartoons in the car." Xiao Zhongming said that he could watch cartoons by himself for a long time, and he really watched cartoons in the car all the time.Not even a shush.

At this time, Xiao Chongming also got out of the car when he heard the voice, and ran towards them with his short legs: "Brother, Brother Nanrong, you are back."

For Xiao Chongming's enthusiasm, Chongyang didn't have much reaction, just took a leisurely glance.On the contrary, Nan Rong raised his hand to caress Fu Xiao Chongming's head, and responded with a smile.

"Are you happy on the date?" Xiao Chongming asked excitedly.

Nan Rong: "..."

Subhead: "!!"

Chongyang, who doesn't know what dating means: "It's okay."

After all, he picked up a good magic weapon for nothing.

"!!" Nanrong looked at Chongyang in astonishment.

"!!" Zimu looked at his little uncle in horror.

Really... Really, what's the matter?

The author says:

Nanrong: Are you confessing to yourself?

Chongyang: What are you looking at, do you want to take back the magic weapon?Humph, I won't give it.

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