Rural Demon Little Village Doctor

"Deal." Cheng Dubin agreed without thinking, but added: "but it depends on the truth."

Xia Feng smiled. Cheng jinxun and Wu Xiangjun smiled and looked at them. They were also curious.

At this time, the nanny took a bottle of orange juice. Xia Feng had an idea and said, "can I pour all this bottle of orange juice into this paper cup, do you believe it?"

Orange juice is newly opened, 1.5 liters, and that paper cup is an ordinary paper cup. If it can be loaded normally, it should be loaded with at least seven or eight cups.

"I don't believe it." Cheng Dubin shook his head.

Wu Xiangjun also said, "yes, it's impossible. The paper cup is so small."

Cheng jinxun smiled and didn't speak. He didn't believe it in his heart, but his temper wouldn't cry out.

"Let's try." Xia Feng smiled, took the orange juice, held the paper cup in his left hand and slowly poured the orange juice into the cup in his right hand.

Cheng Dubin's eyes widened. Cheng jinxun and Wu Xiangjun looked curiously, including the nanny.

Seeing the paper cup full, slowly, the orange juice crossed the edge of the paper cup. Normally, at this time, the orange juice would overflow. However, strangely, the paper cup in Xia Feng's hand seemed to have an invisible edge on it. The orange juice piled up all the time, but it didn't overflow.

Fortunately, at the back, the orange sweat piled higher and higher. It was one cup body, two cup bodies and three cup bodies higher than the paper cup. At the best, it was piled on the paper cup into a high orange juice tower. It was golden and bright. It was like being installed in an invisible cup. It was extremely magical and beautiful.

"Wow." Cheng Dubin exclaimed. His face almost leaned over the cup and stared at him. He couldn't believe his eyes.

Cheng jinxun and Wu Xiangjun were almost the same. Wu Xiangjun shouted, "how is this possible? Why doesn't the orange juice flow out? It's too strange. It's impossible."

Cheng jinxun was equally surprised, but his eyes were bright.

After pouring out a bottle of orange juice, it was all poured into a cup without leakage, but piled on top of the cup.

Seeing that Cheng Dubin's eyes were about to stare out, Xia Feng said with a smile: "Xiaobin, I made him ice cream, but you can only see and can't eat, because your body hasn't recovered. Can you promise me no."

"Yes." Cheng Dubin was convinced and nodded without hesitation.

"Look." Xia Feng put down the empty bottle, pinched a sword finger, and angry at the orange juice in the paper. In less than a minute, the flowing orange juice formed an ice pimple. Xia Fengsong opened his hand, and the orange juice formed an ice pillar and placed it on the table.

"Wow, wow." Cheng Dubin shouted repeatedly and looked at Xia Feng. It was really the same as those brain crippled Han fans looking at idols.

"Can I touch it?" he raised his hand to the edge of the cup and wanted to touch it, but he didn't dare to touch it.

"Yes." Xia Feng nodded, "touch it casually. It doesn't matter. If you really want to bite, you can. You can't eat too much."

"OK." Cheng Dubin promised, carefully holding the paper cup in his hand. With his other hand, he reached out to touch the orange juice on it. When he touched it, he hissed: "ah, good ice, really ah."

Wu Xiangjun was in a hurry: "you're not well yet. Don't touch the ice."

"It's OK to touch it a little." Xia Feng smiled.

"Yes," said Cheng Dubin.

He touched it twice, couldn't help but take another bite and shouted, "Wow, it tastes good. It's better than orange juice."

"You can't eat too much." Wu Xiangjun was worried again.

"Know how to pull." Cheng Dubin looked at her impatiently and looked at Xia Feng: "I want to save it and take it to school later. I have to surprise them. Can I keep it for so long?"

Xia Feng said with a smile, "you can put it in the freezer."

"OK." Cheng Dubin picked up the paper cup and ran to the freezer. The nanny hurriedly said, "I'll come."

"Don't touch it." Cheng Dubin shouted, "help me open the door."

"This child." Wu Xiangjun shook his head. Xia Feng smiled at Cheng jinxun. Xia Feng said with a smile: "when I was a child, I really called bear child."

"Me too." Cheng jinxun laughed.

Cheng Dubin put the ice orange column, came back and looked at Xia Feng with a furtive face: "is that ice magic?"

Xia Feng was happy: "it's not magic, it's Qigong."

Seeing Cheng jinxun and Wu Xiangjun looking at him curiously, he explained: "when I hold the cup in my hand, I form a gas field. This gas field forms an invisible barrier, so the orange juice can't flow out."

Seeing that Cheng jinxun was a little confused, he further explained: "the gas field is the same as the magnetic field. You take a magnet to suck the needle. Don't touch it, and the needle will suck it. That is the invisible magnetic field, and the gas field is the same. It seems invisible, but it actually exists."

His explanation clearly understood that Cheng jinxun suddenly realized, but Cheng Dubin shook his head: "I don't think so. You are magic. Typical ice magic. If you upgrade, the whole house can be frozen. If you upgrade, the whole world can be frozen."

Xia Feng laughed and said, "I don't have that ability."

Cheng Dubin looked at him and the stars twinkled in his eyes: "can you teach me?"

"The skill is simple, but it's difficult to practice." Xia Feng looked at him with a smile: "just as you learn English, is English difficult? It's not difficult, but if you want to learn it well, you have to recite at least tens of thousands of words, and Kung Fu is the same. As a beginner, I stand for three years, two hours in the morning and two hours in the evening."

Xia Feng said, standing up and standing on the spot, a Siping horse, with the soles of the feet at right angles to the lower legs, the lower legs at right angles to the thighs, and the thighs at right angles to the waist.

"Wow." Cheng Dubin tried to stand for a while. He couldn't stand at all. His thighs were at right angles to his legs. He couldn't stand stably. He reluctantly put on a wrong posture and got up in less than 30 seconds.

Cheng jinxun snorted and said, "Kung Fu is not so easy to practice."

"Yes." Xia Feng didn't want to teach Du bin, so he set up a Siping horse. At this time, he echoed: "moreover, in this world, it's useless to practice Kung Fu. Haven't you heard a word? No matter how high Kung Fu is, he's afraid of kitchen knives and powerful magic, and one shot will fall."

"That's true." Cheng Dubin nodded dejectedly. "The magician's melee is very weak, so he needs the protection of the big swordsman. If he rushes in front of the enemy, he just has to wait to die."

This is a fan of online novels. Xia Feng is actually the same. He asked, "you have read three little books."

"Yes." Cheng Dubin was excited: "I've seen all the three little ones, potatoes and tomatoes."

Cheng Dubin is excited and gushing. Xia Feng doesn't read as much as he does. No wonder he has been closed at home for two years. Although he studies by himself, he often reads novels. He doesn't like playing games and only likes reading books.