Qi Fan came back to his senses and felt a cold sweat in his heart. What on earth was that just now? What on earth was on the fat man's body???
Looking at the fat man meaningfully, he slowly lowered his body, getting closer and closer to him.
Yuan Peng seemed to feel Qi Fan's approach, his body couldn't help but tremble slightly, and he subconsciously hid in the bed.
A strange thought came to my mind, 'Brother Fan is not really interested in me, is he?'
‘Don’t he have a lover? Does Brother Fan like both men and women??’
'If Brother Fan really does something to me, will I fight to the end or...'
In the flash of lightning, Yuan Peng thought about these things over and over in his mind, even if something indescribable really happened.
He even thought about how to get along with Qi Fan...
At this moment, the door opened...
Qi Fan turned around subconsciously, and happened to see the deacon who had come over for routine inspection of injuries with his mouth open and looking at this scene with an expression of disbelief on his face.
From the deacon's perspective, Yuan Peng huddled on the bedside like a wronged little lady, her body trembling slightly, and she looked at him with a look that said, 'Save the little lady...'
Qi Fan, who was extremely domineering and bullying, turned around and glared angrily, just as he interrupted Qi Fan's good deeds...
The deacon swallowed and moved his lips slightly, 'Sorry, we went to the wrong place. Keep going, keep going...'
"No..." As soon as Qi Fan said it, the deacon backed out quickly, not even forgetting to close the door.
He closed his eyes and shook his head, as if to get this picture out of his mind, and rubbed his eye sockets vigorously.
I was thinking silently in my heart, 'I never expected that Qi Fan, who is number one on the Heavenly Ranking, but looks like a gentleman, would have such a special hobby!'
'Is this what's special about genius?'
'Isn't it just that your vision is too bad? Isn't it good for a fair and tender little junior brother? Do you have to find a fat man?'
When he thought of the scene between Qi Fan and Yuan Peng, the deacon retched, took a deep breath, slapped his face vigorously, adjusted his mentality and walked towards the next room, but his steps were a little hasty.
In the room where Yuan Peng was, Qi Fan turned back to look at the fat man blankly.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...the next moment, there were bursts of wailing sounds in the room,
‘Ah, Brother Fan, be gentle, be gentle’
"Take it easy? I'll let you think about it all day long."
'Brother Fan, don't, don't, don't, it won't work there, it won't work!!!'
"No? Nothing is impossible!" After saying that, Qi Fan slapped the round face.
'As the old saying goes, hit someone without hitting someone in the face... How could you beat my handsome face into...'
Before I finished speaking, I thought of the wailing sound again...it really made those who heard it cry and those who saw it were sad.
"Oh, no, I'll hit you in the face!"
And in the room not far away, the deacon who heard the wailing couldn't help but raised his eyebrows, 'So powerful? Even the fat man can't stand it?'
A nearby disciple who was recovering well from his injuries couldn't help but said to the deacon when he heard the shouting: "Deacon, what happened? Do you want to go and see?"
The deacon was shocked, what's so good about this? Wouldn't it dirty his eyes after seeing it? He said to the disciple lying on the bed: "No need, I know what's going on."
"Yes...Qi Fan is healing his 'good brother'..." When he mentioned the words "good brother healing," the deacon also deliberately emphasized his tone.
But the disciple didn't understand the meaning, and thought it was real healing, and couldn't help but shudder.
'It's better to be a deacon. Healing is extremely pleasant. If it were Senior Brother Qi who screamed so miserably, he might as well just die. I just don't know which fellow disciple the good brother the deacon calls is?'
'If you have the chance, you must get to know him.'
The fat man's screams did not stop at all, and could be heard in the entire row of houses.
Many people came out to look for the source of the sound, wanting to see who was screaming so miserably and how many injuries must be suffered to scream so miserably?
At this time, the deacon who had just finished the inspection came out and said, 'Go back and lie down, I will be right over.'
"Excuse me, deacon, why is this scream so miserable? Which brother is in trouble?" A disciple asked.
The deacon waved his hand and said, "It's okay. Qi Fan told him, 'My good brother is healing his injuries.' Everyone should go back."
Only then did everyone understand, and returned to the room with their hands in hand.
In the only room in the house with two people left, there was a slight chatter: "I didn't expect that Senior Brother Qi would heal people's injuries himself."
"Yes, but although Senior Brother Qi is relatively silent on weekdays, he is still very friendly."
"This method of healing is a bit intense."
"Haha, don't you understand this? Maybe this is senior brother's unique method. The louder you shout, the better the effect?"
"Listen to it, although this cry is very miserable, it sounds very energetic. It is obvious that Senior Brother Qi's method is still very effective."
The other person couldn't help but nodded after hearing this, it was indeed true.
.....
The fat man's cry lasted for the duration of the incense stick, and was horrifying.
Some disciples even admired Qi Fan more and more. He did not hesitate at all and gave others the time to heal their wounds. He was really a good senior brother.
And all the disciples admired the master who screamed in agony. He was able to withstand such great pain. His perseverance was truly astonishing.
"Squeak", the door of Yuan Peng's room was shaky and Qi Fan opened it and walked out first.
After a few breaths, a pig-headed man walked out of the room. His whole body was visibly swollen! He could still vaguely tell that this was a person. His name was Yuan Peng...
The room behind him was in a mess. The wardrobe made of fine pear wood shook twice, but finally failed to hold on and collapsed with a crash.
Not a single table, chair or bed is complete...
Yuan Peng walked in the corridor with his head lowered, fearing that he would be recognized by others.
He also muttered, 'Shrink more Bitare (I told you not to slap me in the face) so that I can apply Ota Lei (you have to slap me in the face)...'
Qi Fan, who was walking in front, suddenly turned around and said, "What did you say?"
"Are we ten?" Yuan Peng shuddered and leaned against the wall and said, fearing that Qi Fan would suddenly turn around and punch him twice.
Qi Fan raised his eyebrows, turned his head and continued walking, not forgetting to say: "I can't speak clearly. Look at you, don't be careful."
But I was thinking in my heart, 'Is this a good thing if you survive a catastrophe?'
'This fat man is also a person with a secret. In the end, he used all his strength and he seemed to be fine.'
'Moreover, his body can actually absorb my strength and spiritual energy and feed it back to itself.'
Qi Fan glanced at Yuan Peng out of the corner of his eye and said, 'Perhaps, he can rely on this to make rapid progress.'