"Want to try my craft?"

"I want to wash my hair."

"At your service, ma'am."

…

Warm water, gentleness... The fingers completely fit into the scalp, with enough strength to stimulate the acupuncture points. Yuan Qinghua felt so comfortable that she couldn't help but let out a soft groan.

She closed her eyes, her body was trembling slightly, and the sound of water rushing in her ears... her hair was getting wet.

Illusion can only affect vision, but touch will not deceive people.

The skin was like a withered tree trunk, not only rough, but also extremely stiff... Di Qinglong's fingertips were filled with much more strength than usual, making everything become as usual.

Just like life.

If it tilts to one side, if you want it to return to normal, you can only use more force to correct it.

The injustice of fate competes with your efforts.

But our opponents never get tired.

He was almost touching the woman's face, and the water flowed along his fingers to Yuan Qinghua's ears, letting the sound of flowing water completely bury all the sounds in her world.

This kind of contact seemed to have touched the woman's defensive instinct... Her hands placed on her lower abdomen were tangled together unnaturally, and her fingers... gently scratched the back of her hands.

"Spirit and desire can be separated." The man whispered.

The woman's eyes were hazy, as if they were not open, and only the eyelids were trembling slightly.

"Relax." Di Qinglong said softly again.

The fragrance of shampoo was filling the air, and Yuan Qinghua fell into a deep sleep without realizing it.

——[Wu Neng...]

Di Qinglong's expression changed slightly, then he gritted his teeth, quickly received a seal with both hands, and after placing a sound-isolating barrier around the sleeping woman, he quickly walked out of his hair salon.

The streets are still cooling.

Di Qinglong looked around, frowned, and jumped up...On the top of a hundreds-meter-high building, a monk in white cassocks was sitting cross-legged under the water tower of the building, counting.

Rosary beads.

Di Qinglong landed, with a cold look on his face, and walked quickly, "What are you doing, monk, and why do you always follow me?"

"It's not that I want to follow you." The monk opened his eyes, "It's that we have the same destination."

"What destination?" Di Qinglong frowned, the monk was nervous.

"Western Heaven." The monk stood up and said, "Go west."

Di Qinglong's heart suddenly palpitated, and there was an indescribable feeling of detachment, as if he was thrown into the clouds. His eyes were like water, and the level was like a mirror. It seemed that only the sky and the mirror were left in the whole world, which were clear and translucent, and he was the only one standing there.

With the monk in white.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Di Qinglong took a deep breath and kept his feet on the ground, "I'm warning you, don't follow me again, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."

He turned and left.

"Wuneng, waiting for you..."

boom--!

Di Qinglong suddenly turned around, flashed his figure, and punched the handsome bald boy in the face, knocking him to the ground.

"I told you to stop bothering me. Are you bothered? I don't know you!" Di Qinglong was furious and punched out again, "I will really beat you to death!"

The ruthless fist hovered in front of the bald boy, as if it was just a warning - the bald boy with a nosebleed actually stretched out his hands and held Lao Di's fist, "Wuneng, you are still so angry.

, it’s wrong to hit people.”

boom--!

The fist that was originally just a warning turned into a fist that broke the face again - the handsome bald boy was hit so hard that most of his head was buried in the floor.

Di Qinglong can accept that person holding his hand - even if it's an aunt, as long as he has money, but it's definitely not allowed by a man!

"You go ahead and fight, if it makes you happier..."

——Who is this person...

Di Qinglong couldn't help but let out a breath, and then suddenly lifted the collar of the white-clothed monk and threw him away with all his strength - in the middle of the sixth level, he didn't even know how strong he was at this time.

There was a sound of breaking through the air, and the bald boy's body was thrown far away like a cannonball... He didn't know where he landed. Di Qinglong sighed, and after sorting himself out, he silently jumped back to the street.

above.

After a while, on the wall on the roof of the building, there were palms stretched out - the handsome bald guy lay on the wall and said to himself: "Wuneng, one day, you will understand... How can a woman go west?

Fun? With four of us, we can play mahjong, but with one man and one woman, we can only play poker."

…

——God of Plague.

Lao Di suddenly thought of such a term in his mind.

Why did he feel inexplicably irritable when he saw the monk in white? Logically speaking, as an intelligence officer, he should have good control over his emotions.

In front of the hair salon, Di Qinglong adjusted his emotions again... He left not long ago, Yuan Qinghua probably hasn't woken up yet, right?

Look at her sleeping so comfortably.

He returned to the shampoo area, but stood there blankly... The woman on the recliner was nowhere to be seen - the barrier disappeared and the chair was broken.

…

…

…

…

Clinic, courtyard.

The puppet girl [Xia Ji], with a trace of curiosity, tugged on the chain that was connected to the sky... After the chain shook a series of times, the white clouds in the sky also started to churn.

.

The puppet girl tilted her head... There are really many magical things in the master's home.

It looked at the capital city outside the courtyard wall.

Since it was made, all it has is the memory of the City of White Steel - it was activated in the hands of Cao Zhengchun, and the sky on the foreign battlefield is always dark, without day or night.

It's not like the sky with fire clouds, it's bright.

It's not like a night filled with fire clouds, but the stars are shining brightly.

"This is the world of the human race..."

"It's a beautiful sunset, isn't it?"

The puppet girl was startled, and subconsciously raised her head, only to see the window upstairs open - the man who was rumored to be its current owner.

Until now, [Xia Ji] is not very clear about the identity of the master... He seems to have many identities.

"Master." The puppet girl followed her body's instinct very well, put her hands together, and bowed slowly.

A sparrow was looking for food on the eaves. Boss Luo tapped his fingers on the window frame. The little sparrow raised its head, spread its wings, and flew into Boss Luo's hands.

As if he heard Boss Luo whisper something, the sparrow flapped its wings and flew high again...a height that sparrows should not be able to fly to.

[Xia Ji] adjusted her eyesight and soon [saw] the sparrow flying into the clouds, then landing on a huge creature, and then pecked it!

Bo.

In an instant, the clouds exploded, and then something quickly fell down from the high altitude... The disturbed clouds were like whirlpools, and under the light of sunset, they looked like orange-red paint mixed in the water.

[Xia Ji] opened her hands slightly, but subconsciously stretched out her hands - she saw a large [dog] shaped spirit stone foaming at the mouth, with a wronged face and eyes that wanted to kill someone. At this time, it had been [

Xia Ji】Catch it steadily.

"It's called Zhahu." Boss Luo chuckled softly at this time, "Can I ask you to take it out for a walk in the evening?"

"I understand." [Xia Ji] nodded lightly.

But this spirit beast is still frothing, is it really okay...

"Water, water...give me water..."

The sound came from Zhahu's mouth... [Xia Ji] looked at this [dog]-shaped spiritual beast in surprise at this time. The spiritual beast that can speak has already opened its spiritual intelligence and is not as good as the transformation stage.

Already?

"Please wait." [Xia Ji] said quickly, then said goodbye again thinking about Boss Luo upstairs, and then quickly left with Zahu in her arms.

Boss Luo leaned casually in front of the window, looking at the disturbed clouds, and suddenly stretched out his finger... his fingertips slowly traced the clouds, and the scattered clouds gradually became much cleaner.

A figure hurriedly broke into the courtyard.

Di Qinglong.
Chapter completed!