Phoenix Concubine Arrives: Male God, Don't Run!

"Did you fall in the woods yesterday?" the little old man suddenly smiled coldly, but this sentence surprised Jin Xiuwen.

"How do you know? It shouldn't be following me?"

"I have so much free time to follow you? Brother, did you break your brain together? It's a pity that you look good. Your brain is hard to use."

When the assistant next to him heard that his young master was ridiculed by the little old man, they all wanted to come forward, but Jin Xiuwen made a sound and asked them not to act rashly. I was really shocked to ask that question just now. I thought it was really stupid. When I met the little old man for the first time, it was impossible for the other party to follow him. Even if there was, he was not the only one yesterday. He should have been found long ago.

But in that case, how could he know about his wrestling? All of a sudden, he had different views on this shabby traditional Chinese medicine shop. The experts were not casual among the people. Just like Tang Qianqian's grandfather, the antique shop he opened was nothing, but he also had a divine granddaughter.

Immediately changed his tone. Jin Xiuwen's advantage is that he can bend and stretch. In order to achieve his goal, he can say anything.

"Grandpa immortal, I was blind to Taishan just now. Since you can even know that I fell, it shouldn't be a problem to cure my back?"

The little old man didn't accept this feeling and disdained to kiss his mouth: "I'm not an immortal. Don't shout indiscriminately. Moreover, I don't intend to cure you. I'd better leave me quickly and don't disturb my purity."

The more Jin Xiuwen listened to his words, the more he felt that the little old man knew more. No matter what his attitude was, he continued to kindly ask. After all, his back was getting itchier and itchier, and he didn't know what it was.

"Well, well, I won't call you a fairy. Call you a miracle doctor. Just be merciful. Look at my back. After the treatment, it's not a problem to see whether you want a house or a car. Even let me open several clinics larger than this for you." Jin Xiuwen always believed that money can kill everything, and took out his business card: "I'm Jin Xiuwen of Kim's group. All the conditions just now are not kidding."

The little old man glanced at the business card, then put the business card on the greasy counter and shook his head like a wave drum: "I'm really excited about your conditions, but..."

"But?"

"But I just can't do it." the little old man's head continued to shake, and the head was on his neck. It seemed to be shaking down at any time. "In other words, when you left the village, what did those old people give you?"

Old man... The little old man looks not young and doesn't speak politely, but his words are the key, and Jin Xiuwen tolerated it.

He hurriedly asked his assistant to bring the strange gift from the old man when he left the village and held it in front of the little old man. He looked at it, finally stopped shaking his head and nodded twice.

"That's it. Those guys have a little conscience."

"It means these..." Jin Xiuwen didn't know how to describe it. "It means these things can cure my back?"

"No."

Jin Xiuwen thinks the world is going to collapse. What kind of conscience is that?

However, the little old man continued to say something that made him more collapsed: "saving can't be saved, but it can make you less sad when you die."