Poor Ghost Up and Down 2000

While talking, he patted Wei Zhuang's chest with the back of his hand and laughed.

"Even young people should be more restrained. It's not good to stay in this Fengyue Institute all the time. It's not good to lose your health."

"..."

"No."

The expression on Wei Zhuang's face was already calm, but if he looked carefully, he could see a little helplessness, but he didn't care about anything.

The woman in purple standing behind Wei Zhuang was surprised by Wei Zhuang's reaction.

It was the first time she had seen this person treat someone so gently.

The woman shook her head. She had no intention of staying any longer. She walked to Han Fei and led him out, closing the door gently.

Gu Nan turned his head to watch the two leave, and his eyes became serious.

"Xiao Zhuang, why didn't you go to Qin with Xiao Nie, but came here instead?"

"I'm in Korea and I have something to do."

Mentioning Gai Nie, Wei Zhuang's face became inexplicably a little more deserted.

Wei Zhuang didn't say what he was going to do.

But with his temperament, Gu Nan also understood that he would not leave until the matter was finished.

"Forget it." Gu Nan said, walked to a couch in front of the table and sat down.

There was a moment of silence, his tone slightly lowered.

"It won't be long before something big happens in South Korea, you just have to be careful."

Standing by the window, Wei Zhuang looked east, which was the direction of Qin, and nodded.

He understands that storms are coming.

"Since the senior sisters are here, it means that Qin is coming soon."

Gu Nan didn't respond, and didn't say right or wrong, just glanced at him: "If you can't do something, you should leave earlier."

Wei Zhuang turned around silently: "I haven't done it yet, how do I know, can I do it?"

Gu Nan looked at the person in front of him, he was no longer the stubborn kid back then, he thought of something, and said.

"You are very similar to your friend who just went out."

This morning, Han Fei also said something very similar to her.

I don't know yet, how do I know, is it useful?

Wei Zhuang looked towards the door and shook his head: "He is not my friend."

Gu Nan's eyes drooped slightly. She didn't want Wei Zhuang to get in touch with Han Fei, but if it was his own choice, she couldn't interfere.

He sighed, not knowing what he was sighing: "Don't die."

His eyes fell on the sword by the window, the weird long sword was like a beast crawling there.

Wei Zhuang followed Gu Nan's line of sight to look there, but his eyes fell on the wooden box in front of the sharp sword. His expression on his face relaxed a little, his eyes softened, and he replied: "Yes."

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In the room on the side.

The young man in fancy clothes held a roll of bamboo slips in his hand, and sat at the desk looking at it leisurely.

The woman in purple who was sitting beside him glanced at the bamboo slips in his hand and asked with her mouth covered with a smile.

"The first time I saw you, you were reading this book. I don't know what book it is that makes Mr. Han so addicted."

Han Fei raised his head and waved his hands with a smile: "It's a fragment of a scroll that was handed over from my junior brother from the state of Qin. It's not easy to take something from his hand. You should have heard its name."

"Thousand-character fragments."

The woman in purple was startled, and looked towards the next room.

This article was circulated at its peak some time ago, and everyone admired it.

But the person who made this book is said to be...

"Yes, that's what the trapper did." Han Fei smiled.

"From the name, it was supposed to be a thousand-character text, but there are only a few hundred, so I said disabled."

As he spoke, he looked at the bamboo slips in his hand, with longing eyes.

"But it's just a remnant, and it's enough to be called a world-class work."

"Even if it's a world-class work, you don't have to watch it for so long, right?" said the woman in purple, as if she understood what Han Fei was thinking.

Han Fei shook the letter in his hand: "Every sentence can be disassembled and analyzed, why can't I read it for so long."

"and."

His pause: "I want to complete it."

"To prove what I think."

He put the bamboo slips in his hand on the table. He has been fascinated by the person who made this book for a long time in this article, but he did not expect that the first meeting would be in this way.

If it weren't for the difference between family and country, maybe right and wrong are confidants.

The woman in purple looked at Han Fei quietly, and asked after a while.

"Then, how much did you make up?"

"Hmph." Han Fei smiled confidently.

"Not a single word was added."

"..."

"My lord." The woman in purple gave Han Fei a faint look.

"Are you happy about this?"

"Haha." Han Fei scratched his hair in embarrassment: "It's true that I didn't make up a word, and I can't help it."