I have nothing to fear after schizophrenia

The old man's eyes lit up and he became excited, "Does the young man mean that he is willing to be my successor?"

Wu was suffocated, and I don't know if the old man's words were quite similar, and his expression and tone were particularly devoted, and he was brought into the atmosphere by accident, and he was so happy.

Of course, I still have some unspeakable small thoughts in my heart, which are about the ideals of all secondary school students.Standing out of the crowd, unique, with crown hair and waist, Qinghua temperament, indistinct white shirt, stepping on a fairy sword to come and go freely, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers can no longer be seen, 36 fairylands, 72 caves, going to heaven and earth with a flick of a finger.

However, Wu Bing thinks that he is very vulgar.Moreover, the Yuhua Dengxian Zhuji Yuanying or something can't do two tricks under the red cannon. Even if you pass the red cannon, there are still a lot of bullets waiting behind you, and they will be kept for you to blast down firmly.No matter how bad it is, there is the so-called mysterious department that will inevitably appear in the end among all the weird rumors.

Regardless of what department it is, once it is crowned with the word "mysterious", we should have a certain amount of AC in our hearts, knowing that it is the unknown, the unknown is it, and it is the master of all that cannot be explained.

I am a real vulgar person, after passing the second stage and moving to the third stage, that is, after the age of 20 and starting to rush to the age of 30, Wu Bing stopped suffering from the second disease and started to suffer from the third disease.

All day long, I fantasize that if I have a golden finger, I must buy a dozen or twenty apartments first.As soon as the offer is settled, we have to make an appointment with kindergarten, elementary school, junior high school, high school, and high school. Ulala has a group of 80 people. Starting from the first suite, they will hold housewarming parties more than ten or twenty times.This force has to be pretended, and it has to be pretended in place. If some are not forced to pretend, then they must regret coming to this world.

So as soon as Wu Bing's enthusiasm for the second disease subsided, he calmed down, and he was a little ashamed, "Oh, sir, actually, it's nothing to help you save a urinal, and co-authoring will only take up a palm-sized space." Son, there is no shortage of slaps in my house."

The so-called ideal still has to be there, and the slightest chance to come true cannot be let go.It is a bit difficult to commit the third disease, but it is good to commit the second disease first.

The old man was overjoyed, and the corners of his mouth almost grinned when he grinned. He brushed his white beard with a smile, and looked quite relieved, "Fate is really mysterious. After going around, the old man finally found the heir Come." The old man said, lifting the urinal in the middle of the bench, and put it in Wu Bing's hands with great care.

"Now that the aura is starting to recover, whether you can open this fairy weapon in the future depends entirely on your good luck." The old man let go of the handle of the urinal, as if he had finally completed the task.

Wu Bing was holding the urinal, and glanced at the patina on it with lowered eyes, "That's it?"

This handover ceremony is also a little shabby, how can I say it is a fairy weapon, and the hand is stretched out and then it is over?The pursuit of the sense of ritual in the second disease has not been satisfied, and there is no sense of refreshment at all.

The old man smiled calmly, quite calmly and calmly when facing matters of life and death, "I don't have much time, so we don't have to pay so much attention to red tape."

Wu Bing looked up at the sky. Although the sun hadn't risen yet, the clouds in the sky had already turned red. Before he knew it, the sky was dawning, which meant that the old man's lifespan was coming to an end.

The old man stood up, flicked out his sleeves, took out a portable black cloth bag, and handed it to Wu Bing, "Use this bag to store the celestial artifact, so as not to be targeted by those who are interested."

The cloth bag is a little wrinkled, and it is lumpy. I guess the old man usually uses it to hold fairy artifacts everywhere to find destined people. .

Wu Bing was in a bit of a difficult mood, the mighty man he had just encountered was about to go west.

As soon as the fairy artifact was installed here, before the head was lifted, a series of messy and clear footsteps came from here.Wu Bing saw four bodyguards in black clothes and black trousers, and three doctors in white clothes and white trousers, with white and black at the front, and Li Xi in casual clothes leading the way.

"Oops~"

The old man jumped up in shock and yelled, without grace at all.

Wu Bing was dragged by him until he had just gained a firm foothold, when he turned his head, all kinds of forceful and powerful auras were gone.The boss behind him cowered, pulling at his clothes, revealing half of his face, and peeking at Li Xi's group of people, what is it?

Two of them, who looked like doctors in white clothes and trousers, split left and right as soon as they came, and each grabbed the old man's arm, pulled it out from under his crotch, and held it.

The old man was still holding on to his pants, pulling his red neck and shouting, "Oh, help—"

Wu Bing narrowed his eyes, his thoughts were a little wandering, he was startled when he came back to his senses, he grabbed his belt tightly with his hands, and turned his head violently, "What's going on?"

Li Xi let out a sigh of relief, with a trace of tiredness on his face, and did not respond. He came over and pulled the old man's hands away from his pants, and spoke softly, which was quite gentle, "Don't make trouble, Grandpa, Why did you run out of the hospital again?"

Wu Bing was startled, and immediately felt bad, and shouted, "What hospital?"

"Mental hospital."

Hearing this, Wu Bing stared sideways at the third middle-aged man who looked like a doctor in white clothes and white trousers, who was standing aside, clasping his hands, with a helpless expression. His tone was a bit high, unbelievable, "Psychiatric hospital?"

"Doctor Yang." Li Xi abruptly inserted three words, his eyes were not friendly, his tone was still very cold, and the displeasure on his face could be seen at a glance.

Cooperating with a mentally ill Hu Liili all night with a dream of spiritual energy——

Wu Bing blinked violently a few times, he simply didn't know whether to cry or laugh, it didn't matter whether he was crying or laughing, no matter what expression he put on right now, it was inappropriate.

Why do people with mental illness look more normal than normal people these days, and logical theories come out as soon as they open their mouths, and they can be compared one-to-one, and they can write books with a pen and become a master.

"Which mental hospital do you belong to?"

The middle-aged doctor spread his hands at Wu Bing, expressing his helplessness, "You don't mean to complain to us, do you? The walls of our hospital are very strong, and they definitely didn't fall down to let Mr. Li run out."

Wu Bing didn't realize that the other party was telling a bad joke, and he actually saw Li Xi's face and became cold again, but he was really excited.

Okay, this kind of mental hospital is good, I was arrested some other day, I must come to a mental hospital like this, and I can still run out for a stroll every now and then.