Zhang Xiaofan is also a little surprised by sun Mingcheng's endless questions. Then he can't help shaking his head and laughing.

"Mr. Sun, you are suffering from melancholy. You have not been lowered. You need not worry about it."

At this point, Zhang Xiaofan tone slightly meal, and then add music, way.

"Of course, Mr. Sun, if you are really given the head down with the Siamese Nanyang secret."

"Well, I think that since this headmaster has chosen to give you his head down, I don't think he will let you live to see me, will he?"

After hearing what Zhang Xiaofan said, sun Mingcheng is not a fool. After all, he has been up and down in the official world for so many years, and has long been a mature man.

After Zhang Xiaofan's instruction, sun Mingcheng clearly understood the implication of Zhang Xiaofan's previous meal.

If it is really according to my previous inference, what I have in my body is not Zhang Xiaofan's melancholy disease, but the head lowering skill of Siamese secret art.

That needless to say, the other side even proficient in Nanyang's Secret Techniques of head division are used to their own, it must be moved to kill the heart.

This must be to say that I want to get rid of it quickly. I can't live to see Zhang Xiaofan

After thinking of this, sun Mingcheng looks at Zhang Xiaofan with more admiration and piety.

However, for sun Mingcheng's disease, at least for the moment, it is impossible to use the word science to give him a reasonable explanation.

Therefore, Zhang Xiaofan is not willing to say more about this issue.

At that time, if we can give a proper explanation for this disease, it may make sun Mingcheng suspicious.

"Well, I know..."

Seeing that Zhang Xiaofan didn't want to say more about this "melancholy disease", sun Mingcheng was also very knowledgeable at this time, and didn't ask any more questions about this matter.

What's more, sun Mingcheng also knows one thing clearly, that is, generally speaking, as a person with extraordinary skills, everyone has his own eccentric and eccentric character.

For mysterious experts like Zhang Xiaofan, everyone's style of life is different, so it can't be measured by common sense.

Obviously, at this time in sun Mingcheng's eyes, Zhang Xiaofan is such a talented man!

"Mr. Sun, if what I expected is good, does it make my wife's constitution cold and her Qi and blood blocked?"

"Usually not in autumn and winter, even in summer, the hands and feet are cold and the whole body is cold?"

"If that's the case, I'll prescribe another prescription for you here. Mr. Sun can take it back and give Mrs. Ling a good recuperation. It's a good choice for Qi, blood and body..."

Between speaking, Zhang Xiaofan seemed to suddenly think of something in general, suddenly opened his mouth and said.

In this regard, sun Mingcheng couldn't help being surprised in his heart. He couldn't help staring at him, and his face was full of surprise;

"Little... Little brother... Where did you get it from? Have you met Xiuhua before?"