Chapter 470

When Huo Lao arrived, he didn't see the witch.

"Where are the people?"

Huo Lao felt happy for a while. Could it be that he lost his temper and rolled away. If so, he would ask Lao Wu to buy whip guns and put them out to celebrate that the man rolled away.

As a result, the man who brought the tea just now pointed out the outside.

"They have people outside."

Huo Lao "..."

"Why don't you go?"

Lao Wu "..."

He knew that before he got what he wanted, the old thing of witch shop could not leave easily.

When they went outside, they saw that Wu Xing was facing the Centennial tree in their yard, muttering something from time to time, and Wu Sijing simply found a stone for herself and sat there drowsy.

And when Huo Lao and they came closer, they heard what was whispering in Wu Xing's mouth?

He said, impossible, absolutely impossible.

What's impossible?

Huo looked at Lao Wu obliquely.

Lao Wu spread his hand. He didn't know what the Xuanmen people were talking about. Maybe the experts liked it and liked to say something that their ordinary people didn't understand.

As soon as Wu Xingtu turned his head, he looked at Lao Huo's shrewd eyes.

Then his pupils shrank, as if he had found something. He came over in three and two steps, and stood in front of Huo Lao, some of whom couldn't believe it.

"How are you?"

Good eyesight.

Old Huo touched his face. His face is good. Even God said that he is younger and younger now. His hair is black and his face is white and red. At a glance, he knows that he is a healthy man.

"But how are you?"

Wu Xing's next words made Huo Lao freeze in place.

"How can you be good? It's impossible. You should be half dead now. I'm here to see you for the last time."

Huo Lao "..."

This turtle grandson dares to curse him to death!

His old Huo Fu had a big life. When he was a child, the bomb didn't kill him. Until now, the disease didn't torture him. The old witch is alive, and he will naturally live well, and he must live longer and longer than the old witch, more like an immortal.

"How can you be good?"

Wu Xing could not see Huo Lao's ugly face at all now. Then he pulled up Huo Lao's sleeve and stuck his nose on Shuo Lao's sleeve, which also smelled.

Lao Wu "..."

He wants to throw up. What should I do.

"What did you eat?"

The witch shop smelled a very strange smell. How could it be so similar? It's a prescription handed down in their ancient books of the witch family.

"You have it too."

He grabbed Lao Wu again.

Lao Wu clapped Wu Xing's hand off.

"If you have something to say, don't move your hands!"

Lao Wu didn't find a woman for himself in his life. He didn't find a woman because of trouble, but not because he liked men. In particular, he was disgusted by such an old man's face.

"Sorry."

Old Wu quickly took back his hand and carried his hand behind his back, but his body trembled slightly. I don't know whether it was excitement or excitement. The excitement hidden in it can be felt.

"I'm just an accident. Mr. Huo has recovered."

The reason why he was so surprised just now is that he naturally knows Huo's illness. Of course, he can't not know how sick Huo can be?

According to his previous reasoning, this time he came over, Huo may be ill and can't get up. It's possible that he also wanted to send Huo on his last trip, but he didn't expect it. What she was waiting for was not a lying old Huo, but a standing old Huo.

And ruddy complexion, people are also a lot fatter than in previous years.

It used to be like a skeleton, but now it's like steamed bread. It's so white and fat.

And in the middle of his eyebrows, there used to be a black fog, but now he doesn't know what has broken through. He is full of vitality and life.

What does this mean? It's simply that you're well.

But how could this be possible? His disease could not be cured, but why is it cured now? Who cured him and where did his breath come from? It's hard to come true, just like what his grandfather said.

They have asked the witch family for medicine for several generations. Will it finally come out?

Huo Lao's face is still red.

In particular, I heard from the mouth of the witch shop that he had recovered from his illness. That was more reassuring than what I heard from ordinary doctors. Although the old man of the witch shop was insatiable, he also pretended to be a little greedy.

But I have to say that in some aspects, he does have some opinions.

Above this point.

Huo Lao naturally believed.

"Can Mr. Huo talk further?"

Wu Xing bent down to Huo Lao for the first time. His tone was from the previous expert to an ordinary person in an instant.

Huo Lao is naturally very useful for his low voice.

But it was useful. He was not dazzled by the words and deeds of the witch.

He was still wary of the local witchcraft until he was sure what the purpose of the witchcraft was.

As the saying goes, if you're courteous, you'll steal if you're not sure. Who knows what kind of ghost idea he's up to. Anyway, this man has always had a lot of ghost ideas.

When it comes to calculating people, old people are also good at playing tricks.

He is a human being. Is it difficult that Huo is always an idiot? If he can't even think of this, he has lived and eaten for so many years in vain.

They sat in the living room again.

Wu Xing took a sip of tea.

"It's been a long time since I left North and south, but Huo's tea is the most delicious“

"Where is it?" old Huo smiled, but it was coarse tea. "If old Wu likes it, I'll ask Lao Wu to give you more bags later."

Lao Wu stood aside and wrote it down.

OK, you can have as many as you want. Anyway, he brought them from his own tea garden. They don't have to be sold. Haven't you sent them yet?

"Then deference is better than obedience."

Wu Xing is also different from Huo Lao's politeness. They have had a relationship for so many years. Naturally, they don't need to be too polite. If they are too polite, they don't just see the outside world. If they see the outside world, there are a lot of things that are not easy to ask.

The two exchanged greetings for a long time, which also made Wu Xing's face, which was still safe, slowly get worse. As long as he asked about Huo's disease every time, Huo would give him an implicit past. Looking left, he just didn't bring it to the point.

old fox

Wu Xing scolded in his heart.

Shameless.

Mr. Huo smiled on his face, but in his heart he sneered.