He couldn't help but look up and down at the masked ghost doctor in front of him. Because he couldn't see his face clearly, he guessed from his words and actions that he was at least twenty years old! But who would have thought, he said he was only ten or fifteen
At this moment, he couldn't help but wonder, was it really right to bet the black market's reputation this year on him
Just as President Ke was wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Ling Mohan looked at Feng Jiu deeply, because he knew that the other party recognized him and knew that he was the man in black who broke into the hot spring that night.
A middle-aged man walked over and glanced at Feng Jiu, who was dressed in red, with contempt. Then, he looked at President Ke and teased, "Fifteen?"
"Haha, President Ke, where did you find this brat? Is there no one left in your black market? You invited a little brat like this to participate in the spiritual medicine competition? Aren't you afraid that your black market will lose face?"
When President Ke heard this, he looked at the middle-aged man with a sharp and majestic gaze and said unceremoniously: "It seems that it is not your turn to comment on our black market affairs!"
"Haha, you guys in the black market have been losing for three consecutive years. I can understand President Ke's feelings."
The middle-aged man gave him a provocative look, then pulled over a 10-year-old young man behind him, smiled flatteringly at Ling Mohan, and said, "Teacher Ling, this is my son..."
He was interrupted before he could finish his words.
Ling Mohan didn't even glance at the father and son, but only focused his gaze on Feng Jiu, and said, "Little brother, the Spiritual Medicine Competition hasn't started yet, why don't you walk with me?"
"Okay." She smiled and raised the corners of her mouth, and said to President Ke: "I will be back when the competition starts."
President Ke looked at Ling Mohan in surprise, then looked at Feng Jiu, and then responded: "Okay, okay, you guys go!"
Watching the two of them, one in black and one in red, walking towards the top of the mountain, he wondered in his heart, do these two people know each other
"What is your relationship with the black market?"
Ling Mohan asked, frowning as he looked at the young boy in red who was shorter than him. No wonder he called him uncle, when he stood next to him, he really looked like a child who had not grown up yet.
"As you can see, they asked me to help them win first place." She said casually and found a stone to sit on.
His eyes, as deep as an ancient pond, stared at him inquiringly and asked, "Have I seen you before?"
Hearing this, Fengjiu looked at him, her smiling eyes carrying a hint of teasing: "Uncle, you are still wearing red shorts now?"
As soon as she finished speaking, her eyes glowed like a wolf as she stared at him slyly, and she smiled, "Actually, I like red, too. Look, I'm all red."
Hearing this, Ling Mohan felt a chill, especially when the other party was staring at him with a wolf-like gaze, which made him feel uncomfortable all over.
I thought to myself: Could it be that this young boy has any bad habits in that area
"Uncle Ling? What's wrong with you?"
Fengjiu, who had stood up at some point, leaned in front of him and asked questions almost touching his chest.
“What are you doing!”