Chapter 163： Science God Stick VS Koi Yun Fairy 12 ┃ Dream Interpreter Master Zhuang Li (1/2)

Many passers-by helped Mrs. Zhou to chase Miss Zhou. Even Zhuang Jiuge rolled up his sleeves and followed, but Zhuang Li was still sitting in the same position, gently stroking his thin red lips with his slender index finger. .

He was thinking about Miss Zhou's symptoms and thinking about the next treatment.

The opinions of others can at most give him some general information, and only the words spoken by Miss Zhou have real reference value.

guts? This is not a good image, especially for women.

When Zhuang Li was lost in thought, King Qi was standing in the teahouse opposite, watching him quietly through a bamboo curtain.

The young man was leaning against the table, his long curly hair was casually tied behind his head. He didn't wear a crown or hat. He only used a pure white silk scarf that was loosely wrapped around a few times, and there was a strand of hair on his forehead. It has not been tied, and it is hanging on the side of the temple, swaying gently with the wind.

This kind of dress seems to be very dignified, but it has a free and uninhibited feeling.

The young man is handsome and elegant, but when he smiles with his lips curled, he shows a bit of a bewitching look.

Seeing the young man for the first time, King Qi's eyes froze, like ice cubes attracting sunlight, and his pupils were instantly lit up.

Because of this, he temporarily changed his plan yesterday. Instead of rushing to the Qingtian Temple outside the city to find Master Xuanzhenzi, he moved into this teahouse inexplicably.

When the boy carried the flag and walked slowly across the crowd, no one knew that his heart, which had been numb for a long time, suddenly felt a throbbing feeling, and a stream of heat spurted out from the ventricle, warm up his chest.

King Qi didn't know what this sudden throbbing indicated. He only knew that as soon as he stood here and looked at the young man, he couldn't take his eyes off the other side.

Fortunately, his guards were also very interested in the boy, and they all hid behind the window and watched with great interest, so they didn't notice his abnormality.

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Mrs. Zhou finally chased Miss Zhou back. The mother and daughter seemed to be in a big disaster. Their hair was messed up, their clothes were dirty, and even the toes of their shoes were frayed.

Zhuang Jiuge also came back, panting heavily and waving at his brother, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, showing that he was not lightly tired.

Because of this farce, there were more onlookers. Everyone pointed at Miss Zhou who looked crazy and sighed.

Seeing that her daughter was surrounded by people on three floors and three floors, Mrs. Zhou also began to back off. If it wasn't for the fact that this little gentleman could ask the gods to help him, and her husband strictly forbid the Taoist priest to come again, she would not have brought her daughter out privately today.

But she was also forced to do nothing. Daoist Lingxi couldn't control the group of evil spirits. Master Xuanzhenzi also came to see her, but she was helpless. Besides the gods, who could help her daughter?

Just leaving, Mrs. Zhou was not reconciled; if she didn't leave, her daughter couldn't stand the stimulation. Even her husband has completely given up, what is the use of her struggling alone?

Under the dilemma, Mrs. Zhou's eyes turned red, and she looked at the little gentleman helplessly.

Zhuang Li pointed to the teahouse opposite, and said warmly, "Go to Jinmanlou to sit down and talk, it's quiet there."

"Okay, sir, please." Mrs. Zhou hurriedly made a gesture of invitation.

She was very confused, and everything was at the command of the little gentleman.

Standing by the window, King Qi stared at the group of people who were walking slowly, and without looking back he instructed: "Arrange the private room next door for them, and serve the best tea and cakes."

The commander of the guards opened the door and ordered to go.

After a while, there was a sound of walking in the elegant room next door. Miss Zhou was still struggling, shouting some strange things.

The boy's tactful voice sounded: "Madam, you go and fix it first, I'll wait for you here."

Mrs. Zhou had this intention, and quickly said yes, the door creaked open, and a series of footsteps drifted away.

King Qi slowly walked to the place that was only separated by a wall from the young man, lay down on the soft slump, and quietly listened to the sound over there. He is highly skilled in martial arts and has deep internal skills. He can clearly detect the two breathing sounds in the opposite room through a wall.

One of them was slightly panting, as if he had just experienced a violent run, and it should be the younger brother of the young man.

The other is gentle and long, neither hurried nor slow, who is not a teenager.

Unconsciously, King Qi closed his eyes, ignored another gasp, and listened to the boy's breathing intently. The long-lost relaxation and silence hit him.

Seeing that the prince closed his eyes and showed a calm and peaceful demeanor, several guards were dumbfounded and shocked.

They opened their mouths, wanting to ask if the lord was drowsy, but they were afraid to interrupt his sleep.

The lord had not slept for a long time for several years, and it was common for him to open his eyes until dawn. If someone else had to endure this kind of torture, the grass on the tomb would have grown three meters high. Fortunately, the prince is strong in martial arts and strong in body, and this has lasted until now.

"Go get the blanket!" The guard commander silently ordered.

The two subordinates nodded, then carefully opened the door, stepped over the threshold like walking on thin ice, and went out silently.

At this moment, the two teenagers next door began to speak, causing King Qi's closed eyes to suddenly open.

The commander of the guards slapped his forehead with a slap, his face full of regret.

King Qi didn't feel the slightest bit, and immediately pricked up his ears to listen carefully to the young man's voice.

"Brother, can you even catch ghosts?"

"I will only catch the ghosts in people's hearts." The boy's deliberately lowered voice seemed to carry a kind of magic, which made King Qi want to listen to it again and again.

The brain, which has been tortured by drowsiness and exhaustion all the time, has become clear at this time, as if it has been washed by clear spring water.