"Why do I feel something is wrong with you? You won't be really scared, are you?" Xiaobai still caught my abnormality.

"I'm fine, now I have learned the Om-word mantra?" I changed the subject.

Xiaobai touched his chin, "It's basically okay, but you have to practice more. Now you just master the correct way to use it."

"How to practice? Are you chanting constantly?" I asked Xiaobai.

"Of course not. I don't know how to practice this. Everyone is different, it depends on yourself." Xiaobai said.

I was speechless. What's the difference between saying this and not saying it.

I opened my phone and looked at it. It was only two o'clock in the morning when I got out of bed and pulled the curtains and glanced outside. After confirming that the scene in my dream had not happened, I returned to the bed.

Throwing the quilt wet with sweat under the bed, I lay down on my back, thinking about everything I saw just now.

If those are true, what should I do then?

As I thought about it, I fell asleep. I don’t know if those scenes gave me too much shock. Even if I fell asleep, the pictures still flashed in my mind.

Although I slept until ten o'clock this time, I was very tired and was so confused that I didn't want to open my eyes.

Xiaobai sat at the window and meditated again. She was much more diligent than me. Perhaps as many people said, human wisdom and innate spirituality have become obstacles to our practice.

It is very difficult for animals to practice, so once they obtain the method of practice, their efforts are many times as long as humans do.

I also wanted to meditate for a while, but my condition was so bad that I had to give up.

Although my movements were not big, it still affected Xiaobai. She stood up in a short while.

"Why are you so weak? You're not so scared, right?" Xiaobai looked at me for a while and frowned.

"I'm very timid. Did you forget the time you scared me?" I said perfunctorily.

"No, did you hide something from me? After experiencing so many things, how could you still be so timid?" Xiaobai floated over and looked down at me and said.

"Really, you have to believe me." I said weakly.

"Don't forget that I watched you grow up." Xiaobai did not take my emotional card and instead led the army.

"There is a gap period of more than ten years. Have you ever heard of the three-day look at him with admiration?" I gestured a three-digit gesture.

"Get out! You're so embarrassed to mention it!" Xiaobai was successfully angered by me and put a set of gorgeous combos on me that they could not even see in the King of Fighters.

...

After two packs of instant noodles, I went out to Sister Xiaoyao's place, and Xiaobai and Huang Tianlin both followed me out.

Huang Tianlin said that he would increase the time it takes to occupy the orifices on me to increase the running-in level. Then he would save a lot of effort to draw the orifices.

To be honest, I feel numb when I hear the word "Tap" and "Tap", although Huang Tianlin repeatedly guarantees that he is different from that intern Xiaobai.

When I arrived at Sister Xiaoyao's door, I saw her and Sister Geng Geng stacking ingots on the first floor through the glass.

I wanted to slip away, but I had already been discovered by Sister Xiaoyao, and she hooked my fingers at me.

I had no choice but to push the door and join the ranks of folding ingots.

The ingot paper used by Sister Xiaoyao is different from those circulating on the market. The white inner wall is covered with red seals.

I asked Sister Xiaoyao what the seal was for. She said that only such ingots could be circulated below, and what we usually burn was wasted paper.

Even if the ingots that have not been specially processed are folded out by filial sons and grandsons, the ghosts get them all from the people's treasury of these stacked ingots.

This is the first time I heard this statement, and I thought to myself that I can’t burn paper in the future.

Just as I was boredly stacking ingots with these two vicious exploiters, Sister Xiaoyao's cell phone suddenly rang.

I glanced at it and it was a WeChat voice call from Zhao Qitian. The note given to him by Sister Xiaoyao was actually my husband. Okay, Sister Xiaoyao, you are such a dull girl...

Sister Xiaoyao glanced at Sister Geng Geng and me, and I quickly looked up at the ceiling. Sister Geng Geng looked too lazy to pay attention to you. Sister Xiaoyao snorted and clicked to answer.

"Sister Yao, something happened to me."

Zhao Qitian's first words made me feel a little sad because I thought of my dream yesterday.

"What's wrong with you?" Sister Xiaoyao changed her face instantly, and the ingots that were almost folded in her hand were held into a piece of paper.

"Speak together!" Zhao Qitian hung up the phone.

"Bang!" Sister Xiaoyao directly patted her phone on the table, and I heard the sound of the tempered film breaking.

"It's outrageous!" Sister Xiaoyao's chest was fluttering violently, obviously because Zhao Qi was very angry.

I secretly admire Zhao Qitian. You are such a soldier. You kid just rubbed your feet under your feet.

Now we are not in the mood to fold the ingots. After putting away the finished and semi-finished products, Geng Geng kept "cooling" Sister Xiaoyao.

I was a little restless. Zhao Qitian said that something happened to me. What happened? Could it be that I encountered difficulties in business? But with his temper, I wouldn't tell anyone about such things, right?

This torture did not last long. About half an hour later, Zhao Qitian pushed the door open and entered.

I was startled by him. It was not that he appeared too suddenly, but because his face was very white, that pathological pale, and his normal skin color was also very white, but it was definitely not to this extent.

And I found that his walking posture was a bit strange, as if every step he took was a huge loss of physical strength.

The strong confidence aura that usually lingers around his body disappears, and is replaced by depressedness.

"What's wrong with you?" I came to him in a few steps.

Zhao Qitian showed a bitter smile, "I don't know, I'll wake up like this." Zhao Qitian said helplessly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Sister Xiaoyao came over. Although she was very upset by Zhao Qitian hanging up the phone, seeing his appearance, Sister Xiaoyao did not pursue such irrelevant things anymore. She held Zhao Qitian's arm, let him sit on the chair, and reached out to put his hand on Zhao Qitian's wrist.

After only a few seconds, a look of horror appeared on Sister Xiaoyao's face, "Geng Geng, put down the roller shutter door."

Sister Geng Geng ran to the door and lowered the roller shutter door and turned on the light on the first floor.

"Take off your shirt." Sister Xiaoyao said to Zhao Qitian.

Zhao Qitian did not hesitate and immediately did as he did.

I have to say that this kid is well maintained, and the areas that should have muscles are not bad at all. He doesn't look like a pampered boss at all. No wonder Sister Xiaoyao played crazy that night.

I leaned closer and looked carefully for a while, but didn't find anything special. I wondered why Sister Xiaoyao asked Zhao Qitian to take off her clothes.

Sister Xiaoyao searched in the drawer for a while, and finally took out a small jar that was used to hold snow clam paste.

When the lid was opened, there was a yellow poop-like paste inside. As the jar was opened, a strange fragrance spread. I couldn't tell what the raw material of this thing was.

"It hurts a little, don't move around." Sister Xiaoyao said to Zhao Qitian.

Zhao Qitian nodded, disagreed.

Sister Xiaoyao dug out a piece from the jar, smeared it on Zhao Qitian's chest, then spread it with her hands, and constantly expanding the area and rubbing it.

"Hiss..." As soon as Sister Xiaoyao smeared that thing on Zhao Qitian's chest, he gasped. When he started to apply, he turned red with his face, but Zhao Qitian was Zhao Qitian. He did not make any sound since he took a breath from the beginning.

I looked at Zhao Qitian's tight muscles all over his body and thought to myself that the pain in Sister Xiaoyao's mouth might not be a little bit.

Sister Xiaoyao applied it very quickly, and she probably felt very distressed.

I turned to the front and saw that there was a very red dot on Zhao Qitian's chest and lower abdomen, just like a watercolor pen that was dotted.

"Arm." Sister Xiao Yao withdrew her hand and said to Zhao Qitian.

Zhao Qitian raised his hands, and Sister Xiaoyao dug out the ointment again and applied it to Zhao Qitian's arms.

After applying the ointment, I found that there was a red dot on Zhao Qitian's two arms.

Sister Xiaoyao put away the ointment and her face became even colder.

"Take the villain?" Sister Geng Geng said with some uncertainty.

"I hope." Sister Xiao Yao gritted her teeth and took out another red thread, and an extremely thin silver needle was inserted into the thread.

This silver needle looks like a small needle for acupuncture, but it actually has a needle nose at the back.

The red thread is also different from the one I usually see, as thin as a hair.

Sister Xiaoyao pulled out the needle and started to recognize it, but her hands were a little shaking. She didn't poke the thread in for a long time.

Sister Geng Geng couldn't stand it, so she grabbed the needle and started helping.

However, Geng Geng Geng was probably overestimating herself. You should know that girls are not as good as before. Girls in the past will be popular. Players like Geng Geng Geng could not even sew socks.

After a while, Sister Geng Geng's forehead became sweaty, and I had no choice but to hook my fingers at her.

Sister Geng Geng handed me the needle and thread with dissatisfaction. I took a deep breath, raised the needle, rubbed the thread tip, glanced, and poked it in.

You know, I grew up next to my grandma, and my needlework is all about pediatrics, and I can pedal sewing machines.

Sister Xiaoyao looked at me in surprise, but she didn't have the time to speak and took over the recognized needle.

"Little Qinzi, I would like to call you the strongest." Sister Geng Geng gave me a thumbs up.

"Lying up." Sister Xiaoyao patted the table.

This solid wood boss's desk is about two meters long, so it is no problem for Zhao Qitian to lie down.

Zhao Qitian was a little confused. He could see that the ointment was still working because the corners of his mouth were twitching slightly, but he still lay down obediently.

In order to prevent Zhao Qitian from placing his head, Sister Xiaoyao put the seat cushion underneath.

"It hurts a little, bear it." Sister Xiaoyao repeated the previous statement.

"I..." Zhao Qitian's eyebrows trembled. Based on my understanding of him, this guy must have wanted to ask if there is any anesthetic, but unfortunately Sister Xiaoyao has already taken action.
Chapter completed!