Liu Qingqing is disgusted and disgusted with Liu Hengxing——
It can be said that it's too late for Liu Qingqing to hide from him. How can he take the initiative to talk to Liu Hengxing? It doesn't exist!
Therefore, Liu Hengxing, who comes and goes, is the one who feels more and more "redundant".
From the beginning to the end is a person sitting alone in the corner, quiet in front of a background board.
Besides, it doesn't matter if it's a background board——
What makes Liu Hengxing feel most depressed is that his background board is still for Zhang Xiaofan, the little red guy he despised most and despised most before, OK?!
This little red guy, it's hard to come true that Liu Zhenping said that he was so powerful and had a card face?!
For what?
Why can he be so respected and treated by Liu Zhenping.
Looking back, I'm also the best among the younger generation of the Liu family. Well, why should I be a cold bench here.
The more I think about it, the more I feel aggrieved. The more I think about it, the more I feel like there is a fire in my chest and there is no place to vent it.
In the heart how a suppress to bend, how a helpless end?!
"Brother Zhang, I've heard from my father that the thirteen needles of the ghost door you have mastered are really miraculous. They have the power to kill people and the power of flesh and bones."
At this point, Liu Zhenping's tone slightly, and then a turn of the subject, said.
"However, I heard that the thirteen needles of Guimen had been lost since the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms."
"I thought this needling method had been completely lost, but I didn't expect that someone would use it in this world!"
Liu Zhenping uses this kind of exclamation tone slowly, the way.
"Ha ha, I just know a little bit about the thirteen needles of Guimen. I can't get on the table, I can't get on the table!"
Zhang Xiaofan also arched his hand with a smile, modest and modest.
"Ah... Brother Zhang, it's appropriate to be modest. It's OK to be modest. You are suspected of being forced to dress like this!"
Said this words of time, Liu Zhenping not good spirit of white, Zhang Xiaofan one eye immediately and then, way.
"Let's just say that the Liu family in Jiangsu and Zhejiang Province is a noble family of traditional Chinese medicine."
"But those who can use the thirteen needles of Guimen have never heard of it, let alone have it or not!"
However, Liu Zhenping did not wait for this time to continue to speak.
But see this time side has been ignored, to Zhang Xiaofan when "background board" Liu Hengxing is no longer able to sit.
He patted the armrest of the chair He stood up directly from his chair and glared at his eyes. He was full of anger and said;
"Uncle Liu, is this little red guy as mysterious as you said?"
"As we all know, the thirteen needles of Guimen were completely lost in the era of Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms. After hundreds of years, we haven't heard of the news that the thirteen needles of Guimen were handed down."
At this point, Liu Hengxing is not grateful to cast a glance at Zhang Xiaofan, continue to speak, way.
"However, the thirteen needles of the ghost gate, which I haven't heard of for hundreds of years, are now shining again in the hands of a brat boy. How can he be so capable?"
"In a word, I don't believe that this little red guy can have thirteen needles in hell..."