Although he lost the touch of his slender and tender little hands, after hearing such a crisp sound, Hua Bing still felt very happy.

He was very sure that this girl would definitely not be Xu Mingming, if Xu Mingming, she would definitely hug herself excitedly.

This girl will definitely not be Lin Ruoxi, if it is Lin Ruoxi, she will definitely ask herself lightly.

This girl will definitely not be Wang Shengnan, if it is Wang Shengnan, she will definitely reach out and slap herself twice.

Of course, this girl will definitely not be Yang Rou, if it is Yang Rou......

"Wait, how did I think of Yang Rou?" If Hua Bing can move, the truth will slap him hard.

I am really greedy enough, I maintain a boyfriend and girlfriend relationship with Xu Mingming, and I enjoy Lin Ruoxi's love unscrupulously, and then inadvertently bring Wang Shengnan in, which is understandable, but what do I think Yang Rou is like?

Yang Rou and he are just ordinary friends, people can't be so greedy!

But here comes the problem again.

Hua Bing analyzed for a long time and excluded all the women, and suddenly found that he didn't seem to know who this girl was!

He tried hard to open his eyes and take a look, but unfortunately he couldn't open his eyelids anyway, as if the control of his whole body was no longer in his >hands at all.

"Master, come over quickly, he can't move if you don't come!" The crisp voice sounded again.

Hua Bing carefully analyzed the voice again, and suddenly a thunderbolt from a sunny sky struck his heart.

This voice doesn't seem to be a girl's voice, the feeling of timidity is more like a child's voice...... It's that kind of child's voice, children's voice, or baby sound!

But although it's like a child's voice, it's not a complete child's sound, and it feels like a girl's voice.

Hua Bing was confused by himself, is it a girl's voice or a child's voice?

"Here, I'll take a look." An old man's voice came out, and then Hua Bing felt that his wrist was grabbed, and he should be feeling his pulse.

"Well, it looks like I'm really awake." The old man said aloud.

"This voice is somewhat familiar, could it be ......" Hua Bing was shocked.

felt someone tap on his chest a few times, and then Hua Bing found that the control of his body was finally taken back by him!

Forcefully opened the heavy eyelids, and the two of them were staring at him intently.

"Old immortal, it's really you!" Hua Bing said with a smile, but his voice was very weak.

In front of him, the old man was the old Taoist priest he had come to Wudang Mountain to find.

was called by Hua Bing to be an old immortal, the old Taoist priest was not angry, but laughed, and after laughing, he said: "Dog, you have been in a coma for three days and three nights, but you can be regarded as awake!" ”

The crisp and loud voice of "Giggle...... came, obviously amused by Hua Bing's "stage name".

Hua Bing then remembered to look at the guy who couldn't distinguish the voice, and after a closer look, he was actually a bald boy with a very delicate appearance!

"Little bald head, why did you go to Wudang Mountain to become a Taoist?" Hua Bing asked jokingly.

"I ...... I'm not called a little bald, and I'm not a monk! The little bald head snorted at Hua Bing, and whispered, obviously talking to the strange Hua Bing, which made him a little uncomfortable.

"Haha......" Hua Bing couldn't help laughing when he saw his appearance, he couldn't help laughing, but before he could laugh twice, he began to cough violently again.

The little bald head hurriedly took a glass of water from the side, and after helping Hua Bing to drink it, he stopped coughing.

"Dog, what the hell are you causing trouble, those policemen outside ~ are looking for you like crazy?" The old Taoist priest asked worriedly.

He rarely went down the mountain, so naturally he didn't know anything about the Chinese soldiers fighting the gangsters.

If he hadn't exploded a grenade last time and alarmed him, he wouldn't have been able to go down the mountain to check and find the Chinese soldier lying half-dead in the heavy rain.

After he rescued Hua Bing, several groups of police came~ Observing the Taihe Hall to inquire about Hua Bing's whereabouts, the old Taoist priest thought that Hua Bing had committed something and did not dare to tell the news that Hua Bing was here.

"Police~ looking for me?" Hua Bing thought for a while, his eyes widened suddenly, and he asked, "How long do you say I've been in a coma?" Three days and three nights? ”

"Yes, it's been three days and three nights, and I've been taking care of you all these days!" The little bald head said as if to invite merit.

"Hurry up and take me down the mountain, I've been missing for three days and three nights, can they not look for me!" Hua Bing exclaimed in surprise and was about to get up.

However, he was halfway up when he fell back on the bed, and he had no strength at all.

"You can't go down the mountain, I just helped you suppress the yin qi yesterday, if it's a day late, your life will be gone!" The old Taoist priest said angrily.

"They must be crazy!" Hua Bing said helplessly.

"What the hell is going on, you can tell me so I can help you!" The old Taoist priest persuaded.

When Hua Bing heard this, he felt that what he said was very reasonable, anyway, it had been three days and three nights, and it was not bad for a while.

After telling the old Taoist priest about the general situation, Hua Bing said: "Those police~ inspectors must have come to save me, not to arrest me, so I have to find a way to inform them that I am not dead." ”

"Hey, I thought it was a big deal." The old Taoist priest rolled his eyes disdainfully and said, "Wait until your body recovers and then go down the mountain and tell them!" ”

"How long do you think it will take me to recover?" Hua Bing asked.

The old Taoist priest thought for a while, folded the index fingers of his two hands together, and said, "It will take at least ten days for you to get off the ground, and it will take half a month to recover, right?" ”

"Then you still let me go down the mountain after I recover!" Hua Bing said angrily: "When I go down the mountain by myself, the tombstones will be erected for me!" ”

"......" The old Taoist priest was speechless, because he thought what Hua Bing said was very reasonable.

"It's fine." The little bald head saw their big eyes and stared, and whispered, "Why don't you find someone to go down the mountain and tell them about your situation?" ”

"Great idea!" Hua Bing's eyes lit up, he didn't come up with such a simple solution!

"You take a token or something, so that they don't believe it when you get it." The little bald head said again.

"Makes sense!" Hua Bing said, and then wiped it on his body, he didn't even wear clothes, looking for a woolen token?

"Where's my clothes?" Hua Bing asked.

The little bald head blushed, twisted his hands together, and said timidly: "Your clothes are dirty and wet, I'll take them off for you...... Thrown. ”

"Damn! So what kind of token are you looking for? Can I still give you my head and let you bring it over? Hua Bing was about to collapse and said, "If there is no paper and pen, I will write a letter." ”

"This one is there, I'll get it!" The little bald head said, turned around and ran out.

After a while, he ran back with a brush and a stack of rice paper and threw them on the table.

Helping Hua Bing up, the little bald head moved the table in front of Hua Bing with great difficulty, and after dipping the ink with a brush, he handed it to Hua Bing's hand.

Looking at the brush in his hand, Hua Bing was at a loss for a while, did he travel to ancient times?

Even if this Taihe Palace is on the peak of more than 1,600 meters above sea level, it won't even have a pencil, oil pen or gel pen, right?

However, he complained in his heart that Hua Bing was not idle in his hands, and he took the brush and wrote on the rice paper.

If you want to talk about this calligraphy, it is not difficult for Hua Bing at all, Hua Lao is a very retro old man, so writing calligraphy is definitely a compulsory lesson in Hua Bing's childhood career.

After writing it, Hua Bing folded the paper, handed it to the little bald head, and told him the address of the hotel where Lin Ruoxi lived.

Hua Bing can be very sure that with Lin Ruoxi's character, if he is not sure whether he is alive or dead, he will definitely not leave Qianhu City.

So in this letter, Hua Bing wrote it in a code language that only he and Lin Ruoxi could understand.

Seeing this, the old Taoist priest took the letter in the little bald hand's hand and said, "I'll go find someone to send it over, and you can talk to the dog here." ”

After saying that, he turned around and walked out.

"Little bald, what's your name?" Hua Bing asked.

"I ...... My name is Su Le, Su from Suzhou, Happy Le. The little bald head still looked timid, as if he was particularly afraid of life.

"Le Sule?" Hua Bing was stunned for a moment, and asked strangely, "Why don't you call Su Le (Yue)?" ”

"Because Su Le (Yue) is a girl's name, I ...... I'm a boy. Su Le didn't dare to look at him.

"You're a boy?" Hua Bing was surprised, no matter whether it was her appearance or voice, or this shy look, she was a complete girl, except for her bald head, where did she look like a boy?

"Well, I'm a boy!" Su Le nodded vigorously, confirming his gender.

"Tut-tut......" Hua Bing was speechless and asked, "How old are you?" ”

"I ...... Nineteen years old. Su Le whispered.

"What?!" If the physical condition can, Hua Bing will definitely jump in surprise!

looked at Su Le carefully, he was more than one meter and six points tall, and he was very thin, and he couldn't tell that he was nineteen years old, no matter how he looked at it, he looked like a fourteen or fifteen-year-old child!

Looking at his throat again, the nineteen-year-old boy didn't have an Adam's apple?

Seeing Su Le's frightened appearance by his screams, Hua Bing asked in a gentle voice, "You can't be lying to me, right?" ”

"......" Su Le lowered his head, his hands twisted together fiercely and remained silent.

"Su Le, I'm asking you!" Hua Bing said.

"He's telling the truth, he's nineteen."

Just when Hua Bing was full of doubts and didn't know why Su Le didn't speak, the old Taoist priest walked in again and answered Hua Bing's question for Su Le.

"And how did he look like this?" Hua Bing was very incredulous and asked loudly.