A bright smile bursting from the heart. Although he didn't know what he was happy about, he was really happy.

Leaving the sad place, Zhao Xiaohan once again embarked on the long march to find the old military doctor. Since he was left to give a confession, the bus had already left, and he no longer had a dime on him, so he could only use the last resort.

The original Red Army Long March method to achieve revolutionary goals.

An hour later, Zhao Xiaohan finally got his wish and came under the signboard of a time-honored brand that has been passed down for centuries. He once again saw the small tile-roofed house made of two bricks with a very spiritual and fairy-like style. Zhao Xiaohan gently pushed it open

When he opened the door of the house and was about to welcome the expert-like appearance of the old military doctor, he found that there was no one in the house, not even a hair.

"Old military doctor?" No one answered.

"Master?" Still no one agreed.

"What's the hair?" Still no one answered.

"Bamboo pole?" "Liar?" "Son of a bitch?" "Old fox?" "Skinny master bastard?"

No matter what method Zhao Xiaohan used, the old military doctor never appeared, and the only decoration in the room, the black needle, also disappeared. It seemed that such a person had never appeared here. The room was not big, so Zhao Xiaohan began to look for the old military doctor.

Where did he hide? Did this guy know that he was going to come here to question him? Has he fled in fear of crime?

Impossible. The most he can ask for is repaying the two hundred yuan. Can he flee in fear of crime? Could it be that this guy has deceived many people and only thinks that he is the smartest and thinks that he has been exposed, so he runs away in a hurry? Sure enough,

Ginger is still as spicy as ever, fried dough sticks are still as delicious as ever, and foxes are still as cunning as ever.

No matter how hard it is, it's still not a human being's shit and fart. This guy has fled in fear of crime. It seems that he will never get back his two hundred yuan. However, even if he doesn't get back the two hundred yuan, he can't be empty-handed.

When you return, you must at least find something of equal value in exchange, so as not to lose too much.

Zhao Xiaohan turned the whole house upside down but could not find anything valuable. Just when he was about to return disappointed, he suddenly seemed to step on something under his feet. Suddenly, he fell into darkness.

, and then, a dazzling light came into his eyes.

"Do you want to be a real man?" In the darkness, a thick and hoarse metallic voice sounded, and in the darkness, several large golden characters appeared in Zhao Xiaohan's eyes.

"A real man?" Zhao Xiaohan laughed and said casually: "What does a real man look like?" A bright smile came from the heart. Although he didn't know what he was happy about, he was really happy.

happy.

Leaving the sad place, Zhao Xiaohan once again embarked on the long march to find the old military doctor. Since he was left to give a confession, the bus had already left, and he no longer had a dime on him, so he could only use the last resort.

The original Red Army Long March method to achieve revolutionary goals.

An hour later, Zhao Xiaohan finally got his wish and came under the signboard of a time-honored brand that has been passed down for centuries. He once again saw the small tile-roofed house made of two bricks with a very spiritual and fairy-like style. Zhao Xiaohan gently pushed it open

When he opened the door of the house and was about to welcome the expert-like appearance of the old military doctor, he found that there was no one in the house, not even a hair.

"Old military doctor?" No one answered.

"Master?" Still no one agreed.

"What's the hair?" Still no one answered.

"Bamboo pole?" "Liar?" "Son of a bitch?" "Old fox?" "Skinny master bastard?"

No matter what method Zhao Xiaohan used, the old military doctor never appeared, and the only decoration in the room, the black needle, also disappeared. It seemed that such a person had never appeared here. The room was not big, so Zhao Xiaohan began to look for the old military doctor.

Where did he hide? Did this guy know that he was going to come here to question him? Has he fled in fear of crime?

Impossible. The most he can ask for is repaying the two hundred yuan. Can he flee in fear of crime? Could it be that this guy has deceived many people and only thinks that he is the smartest and thinks that he has been exposed, so he runs away in a hurry? Sure enough,

Ginger is still as spicy as ever, fried dough sticks are still as delicious as ever, and foxes are still as cunning as ever.

No matter how hard it is, it's still not a human being's shit and fart. This guy has fled in fear of crime. It seems that he will never get back his two hundred yuan. However, even if he doesn't get back the two hundred yuan, he can't be empty-handed.

When you return, you must at least find something of equal value in exchange, so as not to lose too much.

Zhao Xiaohan turned the whole house upside down but could not find anything valuable. Just when he was about to return disappointed, he suddenly seemed to step on something under his feet. Suddenly, he fell into darkness.

, and then, a dazzling light came into his eyes.

"Do you want to be a real man?" In the darkness, a thick and hoarse metallic voice sounded, and in the darkness, several large golden characters appeared in Zhao Xiaohan's eyes.

"A real man?" Zhao Xiaohan laughed and said casually: "What does a real man look like?" A bright smile came from the heart. Although he didn't know what he was happy about, he was really happy.

happy.

Leaving the sad place, Zhao Xiaohan once again embarked on the long march to find the old military doctor. Since he was left to give a confession, the bus had already left, and he no longer had a dime on him, so he could only use the last resort.

The original Red Army Long March method to achieve revolutionary goals.

An hour later, Zhao Xiaohan finally got his wish and came under the signboard of a time-honored brand that has been passed down for centuries. He once again saw the small tile-roofed house made of two bricks with a very spiritual and fairy-like style. Zhao Xiaohan gently pushed it open

When he opened the door of the house and was about to welcome the expert-like appearance of the old military doctor, he found that there was no one in the house, not even a hair.

"Old military doctor?" No one answered.

"Master?" Still no one agreed.

"What's the hair?" Still no one answered.

"Bamboo pole?" "Liar?" "Son of a bitch?" "Old fox?" "Skinny master bastard?"

No matter what method Zhao Xiaohan used, the old military doctor never appeared, and the only decoration in the room, the black needle, also disappeared. It seemed that such a person had never appeared here. The room was not big, so Zhao Xiaohan began to look for the old military doctor.

Where did he hide? Did this guy know that he was going to come here to question him? Has he fled in fear of crime?

Impossible. The most he can ask for is repaying the two hundred yuan. Can he flee in fear of crime? Could it be that this guy has deceived many people and only thinks that he is the smartest and thinks that he has been exposed, so he runs away in a hurry? Sure enough,

Ginger is still as spicy as ever, fried dough sticks are still as delicious as ever, and foxes are still as cunning as ever.

No matter how hard it is, it's still not a human being's shit and fart. This guy has fled in fear of crime. It seems that he will never get back his two hundred yuan. However, even if he doesn't get back the two hundred yuan, he can't be empty-handed.

When you return, you must at least find something of equal value in exchange, so as not to lose too much.

Zhao Xiaohan turned the whole house upside down but could not find anything valuable. Just when he was about to return disappointed, he suddenly seemed to step on something under his feet. Suddenly, he fell into darkness.

, and then, a dazzling light came into his eyes.

"Do you want to be a real man?" In the darkness, a thick and hoarse metallic voice sounded, and in the darkness, several large golden characters appeared in Zhao Xiaohan's eyes.
Chapter completed!