Chapter 888

How could Yang Ping not be nervous? Facing an unfathomable old man, he patted the terrorist figure on his shoulder and burst out fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

"I said don't be nervous." the old man dressed very ordinary. He wore ordinary clothes and a pair of straw sandals, just like those worn during the 25000 Li Long March. There was moss on the straw rope. Obviously, he was reluctant to lose it after wearing it for a long time, but it was a little different. There was a fishing rod on his back.

This fishing rod is wonderful. Is it strange? It's just as long as an ordinary fishing rod, but at the bottom of the fishing rod, there is a strange symbol, similar to Oracle, but if not, it must not be a written symbol you know.

The fishing rod is blue, just like it was cut from the bamboo forest and newly dressed.

Yang Ping said warily, "who are you?"

The old man spread his hand, swept his eyes on Yang Ping and showed a strange smile. Yang Ping only felt that he was clearly seen all over and had no secrets. He was shocked and shouted loudly. He couldn't help attacking.

If you are looked at by the old man again, you have no secret.

Yang Ping ignited six nodes and used all the Qi of Nine Yang. He would almost attack with anger of thunder. The void behind the old man didn't reach his fist, but the void collapsed, like a layer of membrane being impacted.

His fist fell firmly on the old man.

Yang Ping breathed a sigh of relief and secretly said that even in the realm of saints, he must vomit blood and be seriously injured. No one knows the power of fist better than him.

The old man looked at the fist in his chest and grinned, "little guy, good strength."

Yang Ping turned pale and looked at his fist in horror. Instead of hitting each other, he was wrapped by a mysterious force. He looked around and opened his perspective eyes. He was shocked to find that the place where his fist was located seemed to be blocked by layers of space. Let him break the void, he may not touch the slightest.

Who the hell is this person?

It should be so terrible@^^$

Yang Ping took back his fist, immediately became honest and said with a smile, "old man, I don't know what to do with me. If I can help, I won't refuse."

The old man seemed very satisfied with the way Yang Ping changed his face. He nodded and said, "yes, he has enough face and responds quickly. He is worthy of being the descendant of the immortal medical school."

Yang Ping said with a smile, "where? I really respect my elders."

The old man was noncommittal and said, "I don't have a place to live now. Why don't you arrange it for me?"

Cough! $*!

Yang Ping coughs and hides his inner embarrassment. The old guy's expression is so familiar. It's very much like an old man. How can the thinker deal with it in his mind.

"By the way, I heard you have a house in the bay area villa." the old man smiled.

Yang Ping's face changed slightly and hurriedly explained, "in fact, that house..."

"I won't mind."

The old man said that and walked forward.

Yang Ping wanted to stop talking. Finally, he had no choice but to sigh. He could only be more relaxed. You thought about how to lead the old man away so that he could run away. But just think about it. Since people know the bay area villa, they must know the background.

"Elder, do you know if you should say something?" Yang Ping said nervously.

The old man didn't stop and didn't look back: "if you want to drive me away, it's no problem. But do you have the heart to let a homeless old man sleep on the street? Can you have a good conscience?"

Yang Ping has a black face. He's so. The old man must have a virtue of immortality. I pretend to be poor if I don't eat it. If I couldn't beat others, I would have thrown him out of Longcheng. Obviously, he's so powerful and pathetic.

"What are you doing recently?" the old man asked as he walked. The speed was very fast. Yang Ping was shocked to find that the old man seemed to take a very simple step, and he tried his best to make it better.

"Nothing. Just... Look at the patient. I'm a doctor," Yang Ping said.

"You're fighting and picking up girls." the old man didn't have a good airway. "Look at you. If you treat a doctor, the holy light on your body will be strong. Now it seems that it's very thin, so you didn't see a doctor at all."

Yang Ping was startled, lying in the trough. You can see this thing clearly. Who is this old guy.

Soon arrived at the bay area villa.

Yang Ping had a headache. If Zhu Xi knew he was taking a homeless old man home, he would probably drive him out of the house with a stick.

What should I do?

The charming beauty at home, if the old man is a coyote, he will lose a lot.

Bang!

When the old man came to the movable guardrail, he didn't see the security guard open the door, shook his head and said, "the current technology is really bad." he didn't see how he moved, so he passed it directly from the guardrail.

Yang Ping smiled bitterly and went up.

Bang Dang!

Although the old man walked through the guardrail at will, Yang Ping continued to move forward. He thought he would be like the old man, but he was severely hit by the guardrail and the whole person almost fell.

The old man looked back and said contemptuously, "you can't shuttle in vain. You dare to walk with me casually. I really don't know how your master taught you."

Yang Ping vomited blood.

Your sister's, it's you who bring a bad head, otherwise I wouldn't go with you.

But he didn't say rude words. He honestly passed by and took the old man around the bay area villa. Because they wear very ordinary clothes, they don't look like rich people. They are similar to the employees who build flowers and trees or sweep the floor in the community. They are mistaken for cleaners.

"Hey, come here and help me put things in, and I'll give you 200 yuan." after a single family villa, a man came down from his Porsche and ordered Yang Ping and the old man. He thought it was worth two hundred dollars to help.

People living in the community are not simple.

The old man's face was expressionless.

Yang Ping ignored.

The man's face was unhappy and he scolded: "I don't know what's good or bad. Don't give you money. No wonder I've been poor all my life."

The two passed by. Yang Ping was worried that the old man would be shot to death. He was busy separating the man from the old man for fear of an accident.

Walked 50 meters.

The old man suddenly stopped and said, "you take me in a circle, little guy. This is not respecting the old and loving the young. I obviously feel a familiar smell."

Yang Ping was surprised. He said in a secret way that he had a high level of leading the way. There was no obvious detour. He just wanted to fight for time and hoped that Zhu Xi would not go home. He is holding his cell phone and is preparing to send a text message to Zhu Xi.

Boom!

There was a violent shock behind him.

The independent villa experienced a strong earthquake and sank directly underground. Together with the Porsche, it was hit by the house, the engine was scrapped and made a Zizi sound.

The man who called the old man and Yang Ping opened his mouth and was stunned.

Finally came to the villa.

Yang Ping observed that there was no one inside. He sighed with relief and said with a busy smile, "old man, you go and sit down first. I'll go out and buy something. How about it?"

The old man nodded and walked inside.

Yang Ping was overjoyed and hurriedly turned to leave, but when he saw Zhu Xi's car coming from a distance, he was stiff and scolded bad luck. He came back too late.