Although he was separated by clothes, Fang Hao still felt the heat of those hands, and Fang Hao subconsciously let out a comfortable groan.
As if because of Fang Hao's voice, the two little hands stopped suddenly. Then, Wen Xiao raised his head and happened to look at Fang Hao who was looking at him, and their eyes met.
Wen Xiao's eyes did not have the tenderness that Fang Hao had imagined, nor did they have the charm of men and women being so close. There was only a chill that made Fang Hao couldn't help but tremble.
Fang Hao suddenly laughed awkwardly and said, "It hurt when you pressed me, so I accidentally screamed out in pain."
"It hurts. How about I be gentler, like this?" Wen Xiao said lightly, but her hands became gentler, and they were still caressing her intentionally or unintentionally.
However, the tender movements of such a beautiful woman did not make Fang Hao feel as charming as they should be. Instead, Fang Hao smiled bitterly and said: "No, please don't torture me. I'm a sick person."
"Aren't you okay?"
"Oops, my chest hurts a little bit again." In order not to get beaten up again by this tough and cold-faced tiger girl, Fang Hao suddenly put on an old face and pretended to be sick.
Wen Xiao seemed to be really afraid that Fang Hao would be injured internally, so she acted normally and pressed her hands from the abdomen and back to the middle. The movements were neither strong nor gentle, as if they were just right.
And at this moment, Fang Hao suddenly felt that Wen Xiao's palms were extremely hot, making him feel like a warm current all over his body.
Then, when Fang Hao was enjoying himself, he suddenly discovered that the strange Qi wandering in his body was quickly moving towards his abdomen.
Fang Hao finally understood what Wen Xiao meant when she put her hands on his waist and abdomen behind his back, and asked curiously: "Who taught you your Nei Jin Kung Fu?"
"Of course it was taught by my master, otherwise who would teach such magical kung fu." Wen Xiao's tone was calm and the movements of her hands remained unchanged.
"Where is your master?" Fang Hao has never asked about Wen Xiao's life experience. He only knows that Wen Xiao is an orphan like him.
"Dead." Wen Xiao's tone was so calm that no one could see the slightest sadness.
After hearing this, Fang Hao didn't see Wen Xiao being sad, but he changed the subject wisely and said with a smile: "Wen Xiao, you said that this skill of cultivating inner strength is the legendary Eighteen Years of Subduing the Dragon.
Palm, the profound martial arts in the Nine Yin Manual, once you learn it, can you fly to the sky and escape from the earth, and be invulnerable?"
Wen Xiao said in a calm tone and inexplicably: "How powerful do you think my master is?"
"It should be very powerful. Is it on the same level as Zhao Fengjiao and the old guy Wu Yunchang from the Qiushan Club?" Fang Hao guessed uncertainly.
"Better than them." Wen Xiao said calmly.
"Idiot, if you are so powerful, wouldn't your master have been invincible during his lifetime?" Fang Hao was shocked and seemed to have thought that if he continued to practice this martial art well, he would be a mess in the future.
"Then do you know how my master died?" Wen Xiao's eyes were a little dark.
Fang Hao frowned and said: "Your master is so powerful, he must have died of old age, right?"
"No, my master was killed." Wen Xiao said calmly.
Fang Hao's face froze slightly: "How could it be possible? Your master is more powerful than that bitch Zhao Fengjiao, who can kill him?"
"The person who killed my master didn't know any martial arts." What Wen Xiao said next shocked Fang Hao even more.
"How is that possible?" Fang Hao's expression changed slightly. According to common sense, his master's strength was quite terrifying. How could he fall into the hands of a guy who didn't even know martial arts?
"Hmph, do you really think that you will be invulnerable after learning these kung fu? No matter how powerful your kung fu is, you will still be shot down in the end." Wen Xiao's tone was calm, but it made Fang Hao very emotional.
Sure enough, as Fang Hao has always thought, no matter how awesome the martial arts master is, under the gun, you still have to die, but the martial arts level is higher, the speed is faster, and it is not easy to hit. Once hit,
, as long as it is flesh and blood, the result will be the same.
The bloody plot that had arisen just now was suddenly poured cold water on by the death of Wen Xiao's master.
At this moment, Wen Xiao's voice deepened and she said: "Close your eyes, sink into your mind and meditate, and try your best to control the power in your abdomen."
Fang Hao closed his eyes instantly and did as Wen Xiao said.
One night passed, and both Fang Hao and Wen Xiao had a sleepless night. Wen Xiao looked very tired, because helping Fang Hao control his inner energy consumed a lot of energy.
Although Fang Hao asked Wen Xiao to rest, Wen Xiao did not agree and still followed Fang Hao step by step.
But when Fang Hao went out, everyone was surprised, because Fang Hao actually came out in a wheelchair!
Although, Fang Hao was accompanied by several people, and there were three women and two men, which made Fang Hao feel that he looked a bit like the wealthy rich people in ancient times when they traveled out, and their magnificence was beyond comparison.
But the only thing that made Fang Hao feel a little flawed was that he was sitting in a wheelchair and being pushed by ghost hands.
When Nangong Mingyue saw Fang Hao sitting in a wheelchair, she was stunned for a while and then showed a very regretful expression: "It's a pity that I can only sit in a wheelchair at such a young age."
Chen Taiping glanced at Nangong Mingyue, and heard that the woman was gloating about her misfortune, and sighed slightly. Since this woman didn't listen to his advice, she would be to blame for her future losses, and there was no need for him to help her!
When Guishou and the others saw Fang Hao coming out in a wheelchair, they felt very uncomfortable. When they heard Nangong Mingyue's words, their faces immediately fell down and they were about to get angry, but Fang Hao said calmly: "Don't be like a woman.
We are grown-ups, there is no need."
"Yes, boss." Guishou nodded and stopped caring about Nangong Mingyue. However, both Weiwei Li and Wen Xiao looked at Nangong Mingyue inexplicably.
Although Fang Hao helped Nangong Mingyue resolve a crisis, Nangong Mingyue obviously didn't appreciate it: "It's because I don't have the same understanding as you."
Gui Shou, who had already regained his composure, turned cold for a moment after hearing these words. Nangong Mingyue never knew how important Fang Hao was in the minds of Gui Shou and others. If the person Nangong Mingyue stabbed with his words was Gui Shou,
Hand, or Weiwei and Li Minxiao, I guess these people would not take it seriously, but the person who stabbed was Fang Hao, and the ghost hand stopped immediately, as if it had stepped on his tail, and his hair exploded instantly!
"How presumptuous! You stinky bitch, you are looking for death!" Guishou looked fierce and almost roared.
"How dare you scold me, you are looking for death!" Nangong Mingyue looked furious, and her face was livid with anger. She has grown so big, except for her elders, who dares to scold her? Not even her current team leader Lu Guobin, let alone
What's more, these are people she doesn't like at all! (To be continued)