If there really is a character like that who is coming, of course it is worth the wait.

"Can you believe it?" Tang Hui asked.

I shook my head: "No, everyone has their own things to do, and it doesn't matter if I believe it or not. Mr. Tang is at his own convenience, don't be polite. ”

I went to the kitchen to boil the water and left the living room for a while.

Everyone is so concerned about the island countries that even international observers of Asian affairs may not be so focused.

Tang Hui stood up and followed me to the kitchen.

"Mr. Long, have you practiced the 'Tiger Prison Pass'?" Tang Hui asked.

I couldn't help but be stunned, because the "Tiger Prison Pass" is an invisible exercise, no matter whether it is exerted or attacked, it is invisible and invisible, only the attacked person can feel it, and outsiders cannot see it.

If Tang Hui could see it, the only explanation was that he had also practiced this kind of thaumaturgy.

"yes." I admit it.

In front of the master, don't speak. Otherwise, it will be too ineffective to talk.

"That thaumaturgy is almost lost, and Mr. Long's background doesn't seem to have anything to do with it, does it?" Tang Hui asked straightforwardly.

"You are proficient in informatics, why do you need to ask me such a question?" I asked rhetorically.

As a "*", Tang Hui's collection of information must be extensive and knowledgeable, and it is almost a matter of fingers to find out the history of my orphanage.

"Yes, yes." Tang Hui nodded, a slight frustration on his face.

"Tea? Coffee? "The water was boiling and gurgling, and instead of rushing to turn off the fire, I asked softly.

"What kind of tea is tea? What kind of coffee is coffee? He asked suddenly.

I knew that he wanted to define my values and worldview through my choice of different kinds of tea and coffee.

In psychology, this is known as "lifestyle dependence" and is one of the effective ways to gain insight into the quality of a person's thoughts.

"Whatever, drink whatever you have on the shelf." I replied.

We looked at the glass cabinet on the wall together, and we saw only two things. The tea is Tieguanyin, and the coffee is Nestle instant.

These daily items were purchased and placed by Meng Qiao, and I have not paid much attention to them.

Now I know that when the general made tea, he used his own tea leaves, and did not use these big road goods on the market.

"It's not your style." Tang Hui said in one word.

This little thing made me suddenly fall into deep thought, oolong tea and Nescafe are indeed not my style. I don't know, could this be Meng Qiao's style? Or, it's not anyone's style, Moncho put them out there just to make the kitchen look more like a kitchen.

If it's up to me to do it, I'd rather have less than too much.

"Where's the trash can? Do you want me to throw them away for you? "Tang Hui is aggressive.

His eyes were very sharp, he kept staring at my face, carefully observing, carefully analyzing, and was able to see more than 70% of my thoughts.

"No, they don't matter." My mind was dealt a major blow, and the battle on the spiritual level was immediately at an absolute disadvantage.

The trash can was at my feet, the most common stainless steel clamshell trash can in a hotel, and the black trash bag inside was not laid out, half of the trash can was exposed, crumpled and drooping outside the bin.

Meng Qiao is a good person, but not necessarily a good girlfriend, lover, or good wife. Of course, I didn't position her in any of those three roles. In her heart, she has only one role, that is, a comrade-in-arms.

From childhood to adulthood, our friendship did not have any gender color, just comrades-in-arms who resisted difficulties and struggled together. We have seen each other at their saddest and poorest, and there are no more secrets of our hearts. Therefore, we can only be comrades-in-arms, and nothing else.

Love is too heavy an issue for us to discuss.

"Gu Tingcheng is a great girl, I stay on Hong Kong Island for a period of time every year, and I have seen many celebrities in Hong Kong, but few can compare to her. What's even more jealous is that her strength is so deep that even several special capitals have to give face to the Gu family. Money, for the two siblings Gu Tingguo and Gu Tingcheng, is just a bunch of numbers and decimal points. The phoenix among such people is worthy of Mr. Long, isn't it? Tang Hui changed the subject.

I smiled, took two cups of water, washed them under the faucet a few times, wiped them clean with a paper towel, and then slowly poured in half a cup of hot water.

Meng Qiao and Gu Tingcheng are completely two kinds of people, and they cannot be compared, just like Chinese millet and American steak, with different origins, different properties, and different functions, there is no comparison.

Tang Hui mentioned Gu Tingcheng, but he was analyzing my preference for girls from another level. There are ten girls like Gu Tingcheng who talk elegantly and gently, and there are not ten girls on Hong Kong Island, even among the three generations of famous gambling kings, ship kings, and real estate kings, no one can compare with her.

I can only say that Gu Qingcheng is too perfect, so perfect that he doesn't look like a girl in the real world.

"What do you think of Ming Shui's sleeves?" Tang Hui changed the subject again.

When I remained silent, he could not attack my thoughts, but could only take turns to change the topic and repeatedly probe my emotional weaknesses.

Ming Shuisleeve is a mystery, herself, her existence, her gaffe before the rebound of the pipa, her self-reported origin...... It's all a mystery.

If I were a lazy person, I would simply put a label on her as a "princess of the dead Ming", without verification, and everyone would follow her.

Lei Dongtian and Gu Qingcheng are not lazy people, so even if Ming Shui Sleeve repeats the same words a hundred times, the two of them will still use their own way to screen and verify, and they will never risk being fooled by others.

I'm not a lazy person, I refuse to put any label on Mingshui's sleeve, and I don't easily believe in stories like "Princess Mingming travels through time and space".

Finding sufficient evidence, I can trust the identity of Ming Shuisleeve. However, without evidence, she can only be her, a girl from Hong Kong Island whose identity is doubtful.

There are many paradoxes in the death of the Ming Dynasty, the defeat of Li Zicheng, and the death of Zhang Xianzhong, until now, explorers are still looking for the treasures that Li Zicheng looted from the Ming Palace and the silver ship sunk by Zhang Xianzhong in Jiugong Mountain and Sichuan.

"The origin of Ming Shuisleeve is very interesting, is Mr. Long willing to listen?" Tang Hui asked.

In the matter of "Princess Death", he seems to feel that he can take the opportunity to pry open the hard shell of my thinking.

The power of the "Tiger Prison Pass" is beyond everyone's imagination, because it combines the "meditation" of Zen Buddhism and the "heart cultivation" of Taoism, which is equivalent to adding two locks on the opposite side of a door, and it is impossible for any locksmith to stand in or outside the door and open two locks in a row. Moreover, this lock does not exist physically, but is invisible and elusive, and exists only in the depths of my mind.

For an invisible "lock", if you want to break it, you must first have a stronger imagination, grasping, concentration, and endurance than my thoughts.

I don't think that a "smart person" like Tang Hui can calm down and practice a thaumaturgy that is time-consuming and laborious, but does not have immediate results. Even if he had practiced the "Tiger Prison Pass", he had only stayed at the "Outer Barrier".

"Mr. Long, you haven't said a word for a long time." Tang Hui reminded.

"The Tiger Prison is complicated, isn't it?" I didn't answer the question.

"Well, indeed." Tang Hui walked up to me, stood side by side with me, and picked up one of the cups.

His movements were very light, and when his right hand drooped, as soon as his nails flicked, some milky white powder fell into the remaining cup, about a gram or two, and it dissolved in the water, leaving no trace.

"Thaumaturgy is provocative, a certain kind of thaumaturgy can only reach the peak of a certain type of people, and even if others practice against the sky, they can only waste time in vain. Regarding the 'Tiger Prison Pass', I only know the fur, and Mr. Tang smiled. I said.

"Is that so?" Tang Hui took a small sip of water.

"Yes." I replied with a straight face.

"I want to hear about it." He said.

"Mr. Tang, can we not infringe with the water from the well? If it is cooperation, it will cooperate sincerely, and the proportion of sharing will be five-five, four-six, or three-seven, and the agreement will be followed after negotiation. No, I'm on the front line, you go up the house behind you and draw a ladder, cut off my retreat, and then take all the results for yourself. If that's the case, let's stop working together. I said.

Tang Hui's face did not change: "Oh? I don't quite understand what Mr. Long means? ”

I pointed to my temple: "Our target is Zhao Tan, not here." ”

There was still a faint pain in his temples, and that dream was too strange, too closely related to the process of exploring Zhao Tan's thoughts, so I suspected that Tang Hui was holding a more complex instrument, whose power and use far exceeded those four steel rings.

"It's too much." Tang Hui replied.

"Drank it?" I pointed to the remaining glasses.

"What?" Tang Hui frowned.

"What did you just pop into the water glass? If you're not mistaken, it's a powerful hallucinogen, right? First invaded my dreams, I tried to break free, and then directly dropped hallucinogens on me? I asked quietly.

Tang Hui was very calm, and he was not annoyed and angry because I exposed his plan.

"Mr. Long, misunderstanding, misunderstanding." He shook his head repeatedly.

"Drink it in front of me and see what happens?" I pushed the cup to him and kept holding on.

I'm not sure what the medicinal powder Tang Hui flicked into the water cup is, but I'm just betting on whether he dares to drink the medicinal water.

"Mr. Long, why bother to be strong? Disturbing other people's good dreams? Tang Hui shook his head again.

"If the two of us go head-to-head, guess who's going to win? Before I answer, I have to make it clear that this is in my house, and every inch of land you land on is likely to harbor a deadly ambush. You can't come back to life after death, and you probably only have one chance. I said.

I don't want to kill Tang Hui, it's just that he is pushing people too much, and he has already touched my bottom limit.

"The gentleman is frank, and the villain is often related. I can drink it, but there is one condition. Since you suspect that I have put hallucinogens in your cup, well, let's exchange cups, you drink mine, and I drink yours. In this way, everyone is relieved, how? Tang Hui said with a smile.

"Okay." I didn't hesitate to say yes.

He put the cup in his hand in front of me and picked up the other.

"Three-two-one, drink together?" He asked, bringing the cup to his lips.

I also picked up my cup and leaned it against my lips.

Hallucinogens are not poisons, but rather a way to help people achieve their goals quickly*. The way we are now is that we have to cooperate, but we have to restrain each other.

"Three, two, one - okay, I admit defeat, I admit defeat." Tang Hui counted down the three numbers, suddenly changed his mind, lowered his hand, and poured the water from the cup into the sink.

"What do you want to know? Why do you want to do it to me? I asked.

"I want to open the 'Tiger Prison Pass' and see what's in the gate." He replied.

"The pass is empty, this pass is just an empty city." I replied.

"Impossible." Tang Hui shook his head, "After the development of the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, the 'Tiger Prison Pass' has long become the leading technique in the thaumaturgical world, and it contains the essence of 'Yangming Xinxue'. As far as I know, this thaumaturgy must be practiced between the ages of three and seven, otherwise once this suitable age is passed, there will be a terrifying result of the reversal of yin and yang in the human body. If it weren't for the deepest secrets, no one would be willing to practice this high-risk, high-threshold thaumaturgy. You say that the 'Tiger Prison Pass' in your heart is just an empty gate, an empty city, and there is absolutely no possibility - never, none, may, and can. ”