Village Doctor's Magic Hands

In Liu Jingtian's villa, he returned to his usual appearance. Suzuki Saburo and Suzuki naiko sat aside respectively. Zhao Sankin also monopolized a seat, but the whole person seemed to be lost in thought.

"What's brother Liu's opinion on the old man?" anyway, Grandpa Zhang has gone, and there are only a few of them left. It's not bad talking behind their backs. Suzuki Saburo thinks it should be nothing.

"Unfathomable." in response to Suzuki Saburo, there were only four simple words, but he was deeply shocked.

Of course, the fact is true. Maybe Grandpa Zhang can't compare with Liu Jingtian or even Zhao Sanjin in the field of martial arts, but in the field of Taoism, it is enough to compare with Zhao Dengxian.

This alone is enough to prove that Grandpa Zhang's strength is genuine.

After looking at Zhao Sanjin, who was still in contemplation with his eyes closed, Liu Jingtian kneaded in his pocket for a while before touching something. He blew it gently and put it on the tea table in front of him. A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth and asked, "brother Suzuki, how much do you know about this thing?"

"Is this?" Suzuki Saburo looked at Liu Jingtian and took the things on the tea table into his hand. He was surprised to find that a thing that is not bigger than a palm of his hand still has a sense of weight.

Suzuki Saburo watched carefully. He had a lot of wrinkled old faces. When he wrinkled and loosened, he looked even more ugly. Liu Jingtian couldn't help but say goodbye to his head and put on a look of disgust.

With a speechless look at Liu Jingtian, he put things back on the tea table. Suzuki Saburo looked at Liu Jingtian with a somewhat unsure look. Wrinkles said, "this is a demon smelting pot?"

"You still have some eyes." Liu Jingtian smiled and nodded noncommittally. The things on the tea table were obviously the demon refining pot taken away by master duanchen.

"How could it be in your hand?" Suzuki Saburo only heard a little about the treasure of demon smelting pot. However, he said it was a good thing, but he didn't know how to use it. Of course, at present, he was still concerned about how it fell into Liu Jingtian's hands.

Liu Jingtian played with the demon smelting pot and looked over and over several times. He was just like Suzuki Saburo. He only knew this thing, but he couldn't see any problem.

However, when Suzuki Saburo asked, Liu Jingtian replied with a bitter smile: "if it were mine, it would be good."

"It's not yours?" Suzuki Saburo frowned, obviously without what Liu Jingtian said, so that he added curiously: "whose is it?"

Casually, Liu Jingtian's eyes fell on Zhao Sanjin. Even a fool can understand the meaning.

Obviously, this demon smelting pot is Zhao Sanjin's treasure.

Of course, now, Zhao Sanjin is still understanding what Grandpa Zhang just said. However, if he knows that the demon refining pot is finally brought back by Liu Jingtian, he is expected to row his stomach with an excited look: "I still understand a fart. The demon refining pot is in hand, and Xuanjin is constantly supplied. I'm afraid of a bird."

"I really can't see that Zhao Sanjin can get this treasure by chance." Suzuki Saburo's eyes stay on Zhao Sanjin for two more eyes, which makes him feel like he can't cry or laugh.

Therefore, after a moment of silence, he twisted his head, looked at naiko Suzuki sitting next to him and asked, "naiko, haven't you always planned to find a boyfriend in China? I think Zhao Sanjin is really good, and you can't beat him, otherwise, have a try?"

Suzuki Saburo is like the witch who seduced snow white with a poisonous apple. Liu Jingtian, who is silent, has an impulse to wave his hand and slap her.

"Grandpa." Suzuki Naizi said angrily. Looking at his old or not serious Grandpa, he only felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

"Well, well, I won't say it, I'll shut up." Suzuki Saburo is not stupid. Naturally, he knows that Suzuki naiko is still angry with Zhao Sanjin. How can he accept him? Therefore, he 'sealed' his mouth in time and smiled.

However, Suzuki Saburo is also a one-sided person. Since he thinks Zhao Sanjin is good and intends to bring Suzuki Naizi together, he will not give up so easily.

"Brother Suzuki, you're worried that you can't marry a nice girl like Naizi. Why? I keep urging you about this. I despise you for Naizi."

Liu Jingtian showed an expression that he didn't agree to beat me. Looking at Suzuki Saburo, he directly made fun of him. Leng made Suzuki Saburo's old face blush, but he couldn't find a better language to refute.

In desperation, Suzuki Saburo also seemed not too big. He showed a pair of eyes that you know how to look at Liu Jingtian, who is elated, and said, "I see, you obviously want to push your two daughters to Zhao Sanjin. Is that what you say here?"

"Just this smelly boy? I'm going to push my two daughters onto him?" Liu Jingtian seemed to be caught in a pigtail by Suzuki Saburo. "Teng" stood up at once and said with a bad face: "only you can treat him as a treasure."

"Unfortunately, I really take him as a treasure. I tell you, brother Liu, if your daughter falls into the boy's hands one day, it can only be small."

Suzuki Saburo is almost like beating chicken blood, and his words are becoming more and more open. No matter what is damaging to his image or affecting his reputation, as long as he can block Liu Jingtian's mouth, he dares to say.

"I'll be good." Zhao Sanjin has actually recovered from his meditation for a minute. Only when he heard that Liu Jingtian and Suzuki Saburo were talking about themselves, he chose to pretend to be asleep.

However, I didn't expect that the conflict between these two words would escalate directly.

"Have you been stealing fun? Do you see our jokes?" however, even so, Liu Jingtian still grabbed Zhao Sanjin's pigtail and asked.

"This thing is yours?" since there is nothing to do, Liu Jingtian naturally won't expose his scar. He simply jumped away from the problem and took out the demon smelting pot behind him.

"Demon refining pot." at one glance, Zhao Sanjin recognized the things in Liu Jingtian's hand. The whole person almost didn't control it and almost robbed it.

"It seems that it's really yours." Liu Jingtian looked at Zhao Sanjin. Combined with the information he had investigated, he didn't need to ask. He also knew that the demon refining pot was undoubtedly Zhao Sanjin's.

As soon as he threw it directly, he threw it into Zhao Sanjin's hand. Finally, he didn't forget to educate: "put your things away and don't let others take it away. I'm not afraid of losing face."