Chapter 641

The handsome guy in the mirror, with long hair and handsome face, is full of the image of South Korean brain remnant cream Xiaosheng.

Especially the delicate skin and tender meat -- just like the Milky brocade, women will be jealous and go crazy when they see it. They want to polish it with sandpaper: how can we women live if you are a smelly man with such good skin?

Fang Yuan actually hates his "mother's meat", but since Katyusha likes it, he doesn't bother to polish it with sandpaper.

The other shore flower under the left shoulder, Fang Yuan didn't care, but looked at his back from the mirror.

After the memory was restored, he remembered that he had been punched on the back by the king of Jiuyou, leaving a black mark, which was as disgusting as the maggot with bone.

Now, the black mark is gone.

It seems that the corpse poison in his body had disappeared when he was in great trouble.

Think about it. Under the inspection of the most advanced medical equipment, he is still a person without any signs of life and is invulnerable except for the soles of his feet. What's the loss of a little autopsy?

Nine Youwang.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Fang Yuan thought of the nine Youwang.

King Jiuyou is invulnerable, and now he is like that. Then it proves that they are a 'species', and the life gate of the demon should also be in their hearts.

"Well, anyway, it's time to go back."

When Fang Yuan shook his head and sighed happily, the soft cry of the donkey came in from outside the door: brother stayed in the bathroom for so long, didn't he drown in the bathtub?

Fortunately, Fang Yuan didn't expect the donkey to think so, otherwise he won't kick it to death?

It's nice to have a little brother, especially Greene.

No, when Fang Yuan took a bath, people had cleaned up the headless body and head -- of course, it was just hidden in the wardrobe of the suite.

But what's the matter? Anyway, this is not a square home. I'm leaving before tonight. Who's the cleaner in charge of cleaning? He'll be scared to death when sorting out the wardrobe?

However, the kind-hearted Fang Yuan still pasted a note on the wardrobe with a big line: be careful, there are dead bodies in it!

After a little complacency about the glue function of his spitting, Fang Yuan opened a list and asked Greene to go out to buy.

These are common chemicals that don't hurt people. Greene wondered, so he asked brother yuan why he wanted them.

"Well, don't you find me too handsome?"

Fang Yuan sighed. His left hand pulled back from his forehead and looked like silk hair. Greene only felt acid water in his stomach. He didn't dare to ask another word. He immediately turned and rushed out of the room.

"Too handsome will scare people, right?"

Fang Yuan smiled and asked the donkey, sat on the sofa and picked up the knife.

For the shameless boast of the eldest brother, the donkey was very happy and shook his tail: This is the familiar square of the elder brother donkey, okay -- scare, what are you doing with a knife on your head? Do you want to commit suicide?

"Go away, man. I just want to have my hair cut. What are you doing? If you cut your handsome little white face, can you afford it?"

Fang Yuan threw his mouth up with one foot and kicked the donkey who wanted to get back the Modao aside.

Then, he looked dejected with infinite longing: "donkey, in fact, it is a kind of happiness that people can be cut by a knife alive."

The donkey never paid attention to the fart like words of big brother and turned to look out of the window.

In the early winter sunshine near noon, there are still some autumn tiger's prestige, which makes the leaves droop and listless. Only when the cool wind blows, it will swing like a dead snake, but it will soon fall from the tree.

A leaf, wrapped in the cool wind, floated in from the open window.

The middle-aged man closest to the window quickly turned and raised his hand. When he was about to close the window, a weak, low and old voice sounded: "open the window, open the window."

As soon as the middle-aged man raised his hand, he immediately fell down and replied respectfully, "yes."

The middle-aged man is a doctor, surnamed Wang.

Although Dr. Wang is not too old, he is a proud disciple of the current master of traditional Chinese medicine in China. Otherwise, he would not be sent to take care of the dragon head.

But even if Dr. Wang's medical skills are high, he can't let the old man with oil and dry lamp survive the coming winter.

Even, it can't stay up until dawn -- just like this leaf that just floated in, how does it want to leave the branches and fall to the ground and finally turn into soil?

But when the season comes, it can't help falling.

"Tieliao, help me up."

The faucet, which had not spoken for four consecutive days, didn't open his eyes and didn't eat anything. Looking at tieliao's eyes, there was a flash of essence, and a layer of blush appeared on his waxy yellow face.

the last radiance of the setting sun.

Tieliao trembled in his heart, pressed the grief in his heart, nodded calmly on the surface, bent over and stretched out his hand to hold the shoulder of the faucet, and helped him up from the bed.

Chen Duanyu immediately took two pillows from the side and handed them to Qin Caihua standing in front of the bed.

After his cheeks bulged a few times, Qin Caihua silently stuffed the pillow behind the faucet.

He did not dare to look at the dragon head's face or even the old man's body: when the southern Sichuan county retreated, the dragon head still looked like Mount Tai.

But less than a year later, he -- at most, that is, 30 kilograms. He is an iron man with a height of more than 1.8 meters!

"I can't make it through tonight."

The faucet raised his hand, gently blocked the water cup handed over by Chen Duanyu, and looked at Dr. Wang.

With a jump in his right eye, Doctor Wang quickly squeezed out a strong smile on his face and whispered, "chief, you're just weak. As long as you can increase nutrition --"

"Doctor Wang, thank you for taking care of me these days."

After the faucet interrupted Dr. Wang with a smile, he told Chen Duanyu: "Duanyu, send Dr. Wang for me, and don't forget to take me to say thanks to the nurses who take care of me outside."

"OK, I see."

Chen Duanyu bit his lower lip hard, walked quickly to Doctor Wang and said something in a low voice.

Doctor Wang bent down and bowed slowly to the faucet before he followed Chen Duanyu out of the room.

This is a small courtyard with only five North houses, located in the northwest suburb of Beijing.

In the two months after Longtou completely collapsed, he refused the kindness of the top to let him in the hospital and insisted on returning here -- this is his ancestral home.

He was born here and is about to die here.

The stars in the sky are very bright tonight. The night sky is no longer as gray as before, but when Chen Duanyu looked up, tears rolled down uncontrollably.

Many cars were parked on both sides of the country road outside the courtyard.

Several people stood in front of each car. Everyone looked at this side like a statue and didn't move.

"I'm sorry, by the way."

Before getting on the bus, Doctor Wang patted Chen Duanyu on the arm, sighed heavily, and turned to get on the car.

Tears blurred in her eyes. After seeing Dr. Wang's rear tail light disappear, Chen Duanyu raised her hand to wipe her tears, turned around and saw two people walking slowly.

These are two Taoists dressed up. They are all wearing hats.

The one in front came under the door lamp and took off his hat.

Chen Duanyu knows: Taoist Yan Si, who has an inexplicable relationship with Longtou.

"Taoist priest, are you going in?"

Chen Duanyu wiped her tears again and asked in a low voice.

The fourth Taoist Yan hesitated and said, "I, I'll just be in the yard."

"OK."

Chen Duanyu looked at Yan's four long companions. His eyes lit up, but he didn't ask any more. He hurried into the door first.

When opening the reed woven curtain of the door, Chen Duanyu looked back and saw that Taoist priest Yan and Taoist priest Yan had stood in front of the open window (the window was open, which was ordered before the faucet was unconscious. As for why, no one asked).

"Duan Yu, wait outside. Later, a distinguished guest who claims to be from Mobei will come."

Chen Duanyu's left foot just stepped into the threshold, and the angry voice of the faucet rang again.

Distinguished guests from Mobei?

Chen Duanyu was stunned, but he nodded silently, turned and returned to the gate again.

"When the distinguished guest comes, you all go out. Remember, no matter what tone she talks to me or what she does to me, you don't care. You should let her leave safely. "

Maybe he was in a hurry. The dragon head's face turned more red and even looked a little flirtatious.

"Yes, we remember."

Tie Liao and Qin Caihua answered in a low voice.

"Bring me that leaf."

The faucet opened its mouth, coughed silently and looked at the window.

Of course, he could see the two Taoist nuns standing outside the window, and he knew that the man standing behind Taoist Yan Si was his own niece, who was expelled from the night soul searching of the seven killers by her.

Tieliao silently walked over, took a look at the leaves on the windowsill, and asked them if they wanted to come in?

The fourth Taoist priest Yan looked back at the night soul searching, and then slowly shook his head.

"Falling leaves return to their roots. It is said that falling leaves return to their roots. In fact, this sentence is right at all."

The faucet took the leaves from tieliao's hand and put them under his nose. He sniffed it gently and murmured.

When he was young, Longtou undertook the top secret task assigned by an old man. Up to now, it has been decades. Most people don't know the sacrifices they have made.

He doesn't care. He doesn't intend to be known. Just before he dies, he feels that it's enough not to be ashamed of the old man and the motherland he loves.

Longtou also has many relatives -- but the only person who can come to see him off tonight is the night soul searching standing outside the window.

Other relatives, except for the unknown water shadow, have died for their country.

Of course, there are seven students in Longtou (six, after all, night soul searching is his niece), but only tieliao, Qin Jiehua and Chen Duanyu are waiting in front of the bed.

As for the other three people, except for the area where they had been drinking tea with Lord Yan, where the other two people went is a top secret for the three tieliao people.

The top secret is that the dragon head is dying, and they can't come to see him off.

This is the most uncomfortable thing for tieliao and others.

"People are always dying. There's nothing uncomfortable and there's no need to be uncomfortable."

When Longtou put the leaves on his body and looked up at tieliao again, the red tide on his face had subsided a lot, and his tone also had the dignity of indifference in the past: "tieliao, are you not convinced that I reuse Guo Yiqin like that?"

"No -- yes, I'm unconvinced."

Tieliao wanted to deny it, but his words changed again.

He really can't bear to cheat a dying old man.

"Ha ha."

The leader smiled and asked, "do you know why I want to reuse Guo Yiqin and even give him all the confidential power?"