So Pang Xuefeng asked, "Sister Ming, are you born left-handed?"

Pang Xuefeng asked this because some girls are born left-handed, but due to the public's aesthetic habits or other messy reasons, they will deliberately avoid it, or force themselves to change it.

"Ahh Concubine Jiang Ming looked at her left hand that was holding chopsticks and said.

Later, it turned out to be the same as normal people, using their right hand.

"Later, did your right hand get hurt or something?" Pang Xuefeng asked.

Unexpectedly, Concubine Jiang Mingfei suddenly stared at her beautiful big eyes, and asked in surprise while eating fried dough sticks in her mouth. "Don't feed wow, what's wrong with you, even the forehead has been made by the mud pig!"

Pang Xuefeng almost burst out laughing when he heard it.

"Hehe, this is not counted, it is really my blind guess. Pang Xuefeng said embarrassedly.

"You guessed it, when I was a freshman, I once played badminton, I don't know how to shake the racket, I guess it was too hard, and the right wrist muscle was strained. ”

"For example, when I make a pot of soup and I'm bringing it from the kitchen to the living room, it looks like I'm holding it with both hands, but in fact my left hand is much stronger than my right hand. Let's talk about the closest, the big tote bag I carried in my right hand when I entered the door just now, although it was not too heavy, but my right wrist still hurt slightly. ”

Saying that, Concubine Jiang Ming also made a vivid comparison.

So, over time, I slowly got used to it, and I became a left-hander who became a halfway monk. After speaking, Concubine Jiang Ming pouted a little resentfully, but this made Pang Xuefeng rarely see her cute side.

After listening to it, Pang Xuefeng realized that this was the reason, so he asked: "Then since you are a halfway monk, in the final analysis, you are still not as skilled as a natural left-hander, right?"

"Of course, after so many years, I basically have no problem eating with chopsticks in my left hand, but for example, signing or something, it still doesn't work, I still have to use my right hand, otherwise I can't grasp the strength well, and the words written are ugly and die. Concubine Jiang Ming said.

After hearing this, Pang Xuefeng just sighed, didn't say anything, but looked at Concubine Jiang Ming without a trace.

Maybe it was because he had rested for a night, and at the same time kept absorbing the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi for a night, so that after his cultivation recovered, Pang Xuefeng really saw a wisp of almost translucent sickness on Concubine Jiang Ming's right wrist.

This kind of translucent sickness can hardly cause any substantial damage to the human body, at most, it makes people have backache, leg pain, sudden cramps or something.

"Sister Ming, can you give me your right hand?" Pang Xuefeng said suddenly.

"Huh, what?" Although Concubine Jiang Ming asked, she didn't hesitate, and directly wiped her right hand holding the fritters with a tissue and handed it to Pang Xuefeng.

After getting along for more than a day, Concubine Jiang Mingfei unconsciously had an inexplicable closeness to Pang Xuefeng, this closeness made her not have to worry about someone with unpredictable intentions, no need to worry about fraud in business, anyway, she was very relieved.

In the past, if this was the case, if Concubine Jiang Ming didn't like the other party, she didn't even bother to say a word to the other party, let alone hand over her white and tender little hand.

"It's so white, it's so tender!" This was Pang Xuefeng's first feeling when he came into contact with Concubine Jiang Ming's little hand.

However, Pang Xuefeng immediately retracted his mind, put Jiang Mingfei's small hand on the coffee table, palms facing up, and then stretched out his index finger and middle finger like a Chinese medicine trumpet, and buckled it on Jiang Mingfei's wrist.

Concubine Jiang Ming finally finished eating the fritters in her mouth and asked curiously, "Who are you?"

Pang Xuefeng did not answer, but slowly closed his eyes, and his divine consciousness came to the sea of knowledge again, calming his mind and concentrating.

Yuanjing, absorb sick gas!

Yuanjing, absorb sick gas!

Yuanjing, absorb sick gas!