The old nine-door one eight mausoleum-style fake counselor Ba Ye

"Old Ba, I heard from Lao Jiu that you have a cold in your body?"

"Buddha... Lord Buddha, why are you here so late?" Ling Duan held his breath under the quilt, wanting to look rosier.

"I just came out of the tomb and sent someone to look for you in Qi's mansion. Xiaoman said you were not there, so I came to Xie Jiuye's mansion to have a look." Zhang Qishan took off his gloves and sat by the bed at Lingduan. "Today when I went to the tomb, I met a nobleman to help me. The man threw a handful of iron bullets to attack the evil thing under the tomb, but he didn't show up. I guess, it should be the second master who helped me. He didn't want me to owe others love, didn't show up."

"Ah, the second master is really righteous." Ling Duan swallowed, always feeling that the way Zhang Qishan looked at him was indescribably dangerous.

"Do you also think that person is really the second master? I told the adjutant, and the adjutant insisted that it was you." Zhang Qishan leaned closer to Ling Duan, and the hot breath of his breath sprayed in Ling Duan's ear.

"It should be the second master. Changsha city can make iron marbles, and they are people of the second master's line." Ling Duan laughed a few times, and looked in the direction of the door for a long time. Why didn't Xie Jiuye talk to the Buddha? Come here together.

"Where are you looking for Master Jiu? He is tired, I told him to rest earlier, and you don't bother others here, come back home with me."

Zhang Qishan stretched out his hand and lifted the quilt from Ling Duan's body, took off his cloak and wrapped Ling Duan in it, and with a strong hand, he hugged Ling Duan horizontally.

"Hey, Master Buddha, why are you hugging me? I can walk by myself, so you put me down first, so many people are watching!" Ling Duan felt like a tortoise turned over, dancing and tossing for a long time, but still failed After landing smoothly, from the guest room of Jiefu to Zhang's car, every step Zhang Qishan took, his expression became gloomy, and the cold air from his body whizzed out.

No matter how dull Ling Duan was, he knew it. Judging by his posture, Master Jiu probably couldn't point it out.

"Foye, Buddha, listen to me, I didn't mean to lie to you, what happened to him today..."

"Well, tell me, I'm listening." Zhang Qishan looked down at Ling Duan, his tone was very calm, even a little gentle.

"No, Lord Buddha, don't look at me like that, look at me like that, I'm a little scared." Ling Duan shrank his neck, his brain started to run at high speed, saying that Master Jiu and I were out for an outing, and we had a fight Then happened to save Buddha?

Or just say, in fact, the patriarch gave me a dream last night telling me that I must go to the next fight, otherwise there will be a bloody disaster?

It is estimated that if I finish talking like this, the Buddha will turn his back on me in a matter of minutes and make me bloody.

"Do you still know how to be afraid? Such a powerful blood corpse can rush up and knock it over, so there's no need to be afraid of me?" Zhang Qishan narrowed his eyes, tightly hugged Ling Duan's waist, and motioned for the adjutant to drive.

"No...no, the blood corpse. The main reason is that I thought Buddha was in danger, so I didn't think too much about it. I rushed up when my head got hot! After I came back, I was so scared that I couldn't walk. It's all thanks to Lord Jiu to help me back."

"Did I tell you to stay at home honestly?"

"Say, talk." Ling Duan twisted his body uneasily, feeling more pain in his chest.

"Then you still don't listen?" Zhang Qishan's voice suddenly raised an octave, the adjutant trembled in fright, so he didn't drive the car directly to the gate of Zhang's mansion.

Through the window, Ling Duan saw the housekeeper Uncle Zhang looking into the car at the door, he was overjoyed, at last someone could help him, and while Zhang Qishan got out of the car, he quickly got out of the car on the other side and ran to the housekeeper behind him, hiding and not daring to look up.

The adjutant looked at Foye's face, which was darker than the bottom of the pot, and withdrew wisely. He also gestured to the housekeeper, indicating that the situation was serious, and carefully swept to the tail of the typhoon.

"Come here." Zhang Qishan felt the anger suppressed in his heart, and the moment the fortune teller ran out of the car, there was a sizzling sound, burning from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

"Uncle Zhang rescue...cough cough..." Before I could say the words, Ling Duan held his chest and coughed so hard that he couldn't stop. A lot of blood foam was sprayed out.

"Old Ba, how are you?" Zhang Qishan rushed to Lingduan's side, and brought him back into his arms. "Housekeeper, get a doctor."

The butler hurriedly turned into the living room to call the doctor he knew well, and Zhang Qishan sat down on the sofa in the living room while supporting Ling Duan.

"Uncle Zhang, don't call him a doctor. Master Jiu has shown me everything. He just ran a little too fast and coughed a few times. It will be fine after two days." Ling Duan followed Zhang Qishan's arms, Half of his body was lying on Zhang Qishan's body. If Zhang Qishan hadn't hugged him just now, the spiritual energy in his body had flowed faster and stabilized his injury. He wouldn't be able to run even if he wanted to. This Buddha is his last good medicine.

"Old Ba, I'm just impatient. I'm worried that something might happen to you. It's not your fault." Zhang Qishan also felt a little regretful at this moment. He should be grateful that the little fortune-teller saved him regardless of his own safety. If it were someone else, he would definitely I am very grateful, but this person in front of me, he just wants to put it in the palm of his hand, and he doesn't even want him to scratch a piece of oily skin. The old man has been injured because of him again and again, and his heartache is more than the joy of successfully going to the grave. It is also more than the joy of successfully entering the Nine Gates.

"Buddha, I know. You really don't need to see a doctor. If you're worried, just hug me when you're going to sleep."

"I really can't help you!"

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