The world is full of medicine: the genius doctor Mengfei blows up the sky

There is a little opera fan Shichiro at home. He often goes to the theater, and after he comes back from the theater, he will share the interesting parts with you.

"A person with a broad forehead, a long and straight nose, and a tall person is basically a grand master for a man, and a concubine for a woman." Every time Qilang said this, he would turn his head to look at his aunt, staring at his aunt. Nose for a long time.

Then Xiao Yuanzi would point to her aunt's nose and say, "You see, my aunt has a broad forehead and a high and straight nose, so tall and broad, is my aunt a maiden?"

Only at this time would my aunt be blushing, she would bow her head shyly without saying a word, and just eat the food.Although this kind of joke has been said countless times, it slowly faded away in the aunt's silence.

It's just that occasionally Madoka and Shichiro are joking like this, and Sankui who is sitting at home will also look at Auntie meaningfully, but he doesn't say a single unnecessary word.

Later, such words became a joke, and if you say too much, you will not think of anything.

But at this time, when Jiu Li saw this man in his 40s, he really thought of his aunt at first sight. Their foreheads, noses, cheekbones and chins were almost exactly the same.

There are many similar people in the world, but there are very few people with exactly the same bone and skin like this.When they were agents in their previous lives, they had studied anthropology and touched human bones of different shapes.She thinks they should be related.

But it doesn't feel like it has anything to do with it.

When the middle-aged man saw that Jiu Li was also staring at them intently, he withdrew his eyes in a timely manner and continued to drink the hot soup in the cup.

Brother Jin ordered the food and asked the guy to serve some soup first for them to drink.I have been galloping on the road all afternoon, even though I am riding a horse, it is tiring to maintain one movement all the time, isn't it?

The waiter brought soup, and also brought a plate of fruit to the three people sitting next to him.A young man in a black shirt came to get it.He went straight to Jiuli's table.

The moment he approached Jiuli's table, she smelled a bloody smell. It was the smell of blood. To the strong smell of blood.

They killed people, or someone was injured by them.

But Jiuli still sat there quietly, pretending not to feel anything.

"Master, I'm tired." The man gave him the fruit plate respectfully, and said respectfully.

When he picked up the fruit plate on the table, he deliberately walked around Jiu Li, and then slammed Jiu Li with his palm.

This palm was violent and fast, and the guards on the opposite side saw it, but if they wanted to strike, it was already too late.

That move was clearly killing Jiu Li.

Jiuli was holding a bowl of hot soup in her hand, she suddenly lifted the soup in her hand, and the soup quickly passed over her head and went straight to his face.

He wanted to dodge, because his palm was about to split Jiuli, but his movements were uncoordinated, so he was a beat slower.A bowl of soup was splashed on his face abruptly.

He screamed, and ran away covering his face.

Another man in a silver suit at the table next to him rushed over quickly, heading straight for Jiu Li.The dozen or so guards firmly protected Jiuli.

The middle-aged man behind said, "Forget it, take him to apply some burn ointment." The man in the silver suit took a step back.

As soon as Jiu Li heard that the middle-aged man sitting there was so reasonable, although he didn't know why the man raised his fist to hit her.But one thing is certain, he is reasonable.

Jiuli also felt that she was wrong, after all, she was the one who splashed it on someone, so she took out a scald ointment from the basket and threw it to him, "Apply it, several times a day, it won't leave scars."