mad dragon son-in-law

Chapter 820 No Miscalculations
Just as everyone on the third floor entered the ward to hide, a man in a hood entered the inpatient building.

His entire face was hidden under the hood, his head was lowered, his hands were not in his pockets, but he was carrying a bag of things in one hand.

One of the bags looked like stir-fried vegetables, and the other contained two bottles of white wine.

The man glanced at the nurse who was dozing off at the front desk, and walked quickly towards the stairs.

And just three seconds after he went up, the nurse's half-closed eyes suddenly opened, pressed the call button, and whispered: "Go up."

……

Gong Kaishan's intuition was very accurate. After the man reached the third floor, he did not continue to go upstairs.

Standing at the stairs, the man paused, as if he sensed something was wrong.

However, he didn't stop for too long, and quickly continued to walk to the outside of the crazy old man's ward.

Seeing the hole in the door and the situation inside the door, the man asked in surprise, "Master, what are you doing?"

As soon as the words fell, the doors of the wards opened one by one, and about thirty people rushed towards them.

The man knew he couldn't get out, so he entered the house, and just as he took a step, he saw a foot kicking towards him.

"boom!"

The man let out a muffled grunt, and was kicked out of the room, then pressed to the ground with his hands and feet tied.

Xiao Feng went out, dragged the man into the ward like a dead dog, looked at the old man and said with a smile: "Your apprentice, how about we exchange the hostages?"

"I told you that I won't let you come back. Did you take my words as a deaf ear?" the old man scolded angrily.

Crouching down, Xiao Feng reached out and took off the hood on the man's head, and found that the man had very long hair just like the old man.

It's just that it's different from the disheveled hair of the old man. The man's hair is coiled on the top of his head and fixed by a hairpin.

and many more!

Isn't this the same person as the Taoist priest described by Zhao Guoan and Zhen Jinghan?
"Master, I've made a divination for you, and the divination shows that you will be able to save yourself from danger this time." The man said, turning his head with difficulty, and said to Xiao Feng: "I have a bamboo stick in my right trouser pocket, please help me out." I took it out and gave it to my master."

As a result, Xiao Feng hadn't expressed his consent or rejection, the old man said coldly: "No need, I will die even if I take three hexagrams myself.

This is God's will and cannot be changed! "

"Master, I remember that you told me on the first day of the introduction, you must never do divination for yourself." The man said anxiously: "Once you do divination for yourself, the accuracy will be greatly lost.

Second, once the fortune-telling yields unfavorable results, people can't help but think of ways to make changes.

These are all you told me, have you forgotten? "

The old man was dumbfounded, and then said: "Show me the lottery."

The man looked at Xiao Feng and asked for help, "Please help."

Xiao Feng nodded, he admired the other party's attitude very much.

Asking for help should be like asking for help.

However, he never thought about how righteous he was when he begged for help.

Following the man's prompt, Xiao Feng took out the bamboo stick, and the moment he threw it to the old man, he quickly gave Hua Ling a wink.

"Give you!"

Xiao Feng deliberately threw the bamboo stick very high.

The old man looked up subconsciously to determine where the bamboo stick fell.

Hua Ling seized this fleeting opportunity, clenched his fist with his right hand, with only his thumb sticking out, swung it high and backward, and went straight to the opponent's eyes.

The old man panicked and quickly dodged backwards.

With his left hand, Hua Ling pushed the old man's arm apart, and ran forward with all his might.

When he ran two meters in front of Xiao Feng, his feet softened and he was about to fall to the ground.

Xiao Feng strode forward, held him in his arms, and asked, "What's the matter with you?"

While speaking, he reached out and pulled her clothes up to cover her snow-white fragrant shoulders.

"It should be acupuncture." Hua Ling frowned and said, "There is no way to use too much strength in a short time."

"Isn't it?" Xiao Feng asked suspiciously, "I saw that you had quite a lot of strength when you shouted just now."

Hua Ling said angrily, "Can talking and fighting be the same thing?"

"If you talk to me in this tone, I will let go." Xiao Feng threatened.

"Whatever you want, anyway, my strength has recovered a bit, so it's not a problem to keep standing." Hua Ling said nonchalantly.

Xiao Feng watched the other party refuse to accept this trick, and said with a smile: "If this is the case, then come."

"Come what?"

"Kiss, didn't you just tell me to hurry over and kiss you?"

Hua Ling's pretty face flushed, and she said angrily, "Just now was just now, now is now."

"It doesn't matter, it's all the same to me, anyway, you don't have the strength to resist, right?" Xiao Feng said with a smirk.

"..." Hua Ling.

Does this count as just leaving the dragon pond and entering the tiger's den?
While feeling depressed, her heartbeat accelerated again, even to the point of tinnitus.

What if he really kisses me?
It's not really close, is it?
No way?
OMG!

When I was thinking wildly, I felt that my body suddenly lost its balance.

"ah!"

Hua Ling screamed, and hurriedly supported the wall with both arms, so that she didn't really fall.

The monks gathered around, intending to ask for warmth, but before they could open their mouths, they saw Hua Ling's expression was cold, and he said a word: "Get lost!"

After finishing speaking, he turned his head to look at Xiao Feng, only to see that he had already approached the old man and punched him in the face.

"boom!"

The old man's face was covered with bloodshot eyes, and he fell backwards and hit the wall. Nosebleeds flowed out like a water pipe that was unscrewed.

"Hahahahaha!" The old man looked at the bamboo stick obtained by the apprentice's divination, and once again entered a state of losing control of his mind.

He wiped the blood from his face, stretched out his hand to support the wall, and stood up slowly.

On the originally white and clean wall, there are more bright red blood stains, which looks shocking!
Xiao Feng raised the Leiwen steel and smashed it down, not holding back the old man's miserable appearance at all.

Numerous combat experiences have shown that giving the enemy a chance is irresponsible for one's own life.

Therefore, taking advantage of his illness and killing him is the eternal truth!
The old man focused his eyes, took out the gossip mirror from the cloth bag hanging on his chest, and shone the light on Xiao Feng's eyes through the refraction of the headlight.

"Oh shit!"

Xiao Feng was dazzled by the light and entered a state of blindness. Immediately afterwards, he felt the sound of breaking wind coming from in front of him, so he had to put away the thunder steel, folded his arms in front of him.

"boom!"

The old man's skinny fist hit Xiao Feng's forearm, with not much strength, but he still repelled it.

"This old man has never missed one time in his life, and it will be the same when he is about to die. He has not missed others, and he has not missed himself. Who can have such an achievement?" The old man laughed loudly, looking very proud.

To some extent, neither he nor his apprentice's divination results were wrong.

After killing three people in a row, the old man calculated that he would die tonight.

But the apprentice calculated that he could turn evil into good luck. Of course, this premise is that the old man did not kill three people for divination.

If the old man hadn't killed the three of them, Hua Ling and the others wouldn't have arrived, and naturally this situation wouldn't have happened.

Perhaps, if the apprentice could report back immediately instead of buying food and wine to celebrate, none of this would have happened.

But in reality, the most feeble thing is "maybe".

(End of this chapter)