The joke man squinted at it, and his eyes were full and round, all in all, in one sentence: "Look, you still say me, aren't you the same?" ”

The gloomy man sensitively realized the meaning of the joke man, his eyes widened, and he said in a loud voice: "What to see, focus on doing your work!" ”

Immediately—"Oh, ho, what's the pain?" The gloomy man jumped to his feet and shouted.

"You get busy with yours first, I'll treat it!" The gloomy man had no choice but to cover his feet with one hand and bounce out of the yard with the other.

"Okay." The joke man snickered. makes you usually so cold, now you will reap the consequences.

The gloomy man turned around, leaving only a bleak back for the world.

He stood at the gate of the courtyard, took out a needle-like thing in one hand, and stabbed it into his body as soon as he was ruthless.

The needle tube was bubbling with blue fluorescence, like a bright galaxy-like elixir, and it became less and less inch by inch, flowing down the tip of the needle into the gloomy man's body.

The gloomy man suddenly felt refreshed, the injury on his foot seemed to have healed, his waist no longer hurt, his leg no longer hurt, and his old cold leg seemed to have healed, and the whole person seemed to be refreshed!

And then—he had a spasm, a sharp pain gushing out from within his body, his feet cramped, and a tenfold pain came out of the wound that had just disappeared, and made him let out a scream—

"Which one killed a thousand knives put the torturer's potion on me!"

A sharp scream pierced the night sky and was heard far out of the street at the entrance of the courtyard.

A passer-by was humming a little song, walking on the way home, just getting off work, which made him feel very good.

He looked at the road ahead with satisfaction, so empty, so silent, that he could enjoy his time alone, and he was very satisfied!

And then—a sharp scream came, like a complaint, mourning for a long time, full of unclear sadness and an accusation of life—

Passerby A shuddered and hurriedly hurried to go home - his heart trembled, it couldn't be haunted, right?

Hey, life is so difficult and short, he still wants to enjoy life, but he can't just get on with it.

But these days, why are even ghosts screaming so miserably?

At this time, the gloomy man was tossed by the pain and his whole person was not good. He shuddered as he pulled out another potion from his body, which was equally dazzling as a galaxy, but darker in color.

The gloomy man hesitantly picked up and put down the potion, and tried it repeatedly on the verge of death—what if this thing was also a torture potion?

He put the needle on his arm and aimed it at it, and finally stabbed it in his heart. He roared indignantly: "If this is a torture potion again, God, I will be your father!" ”

He burst into tears, not knowing whether he was angry or hurt: "There are also people who make torture potions the same as healing potions, I will be your uncle!" ”

The blue sea-like potion disappeared inch by inch again, and all rushed in, burrowing into the gloomy man's body like a small blue snake.

In an instant, the gloomy man's body seemed to be soothed by the gentle seawater, and his whole body seemed to be soaked in a hot spring, and all the pain seemed to disappear, making the gloomy man's eyes squint comfortably.

The gloomy man is very sure that this time it is a real healing potion, you see, this effect, this degree of comfort, can it be compared to the torture potion? He's pretty sure, he's so confident!

And then—a sharp pain struck, causing the gloomy man to tremble and let out a high-decibel scream.

Gloomy man: "......"

"I'm your uncle!"

At the same time, Wenjin aspect.

A horse-drawn carriage slowly paced down the middle of the street, attracting Wen Jin's attention. Mainly because the carriage was so special, the two tall horses leading the carriage forward were thin and thin, like withered horses, and the coachman was stiff, just holding the reins in a daze, and there was not even a whip in his hand.

Wen Jin paid attention to this and kept staring at the carriage as it passed by.

He felt a little proud in his heart, this groom deserved it, and he couldn't even compare to an unprofessional person like himself-

Well, the pigtails are cocked again.

After all, Wen Jin is a very satisfied person, and a little thing can make him very proud.

This matter is a mixed bag, according to Wen Jin's brother in his previous life, the middle-aged man, he is too confident.

It's good to be confident, but being overconfident can easily lead to disaster. In his previous life, Wen Jin's character, coupled with his bad luck, made him embarrassed several times.

However, in Wen Jin's eyes, it doesn't matter, because - he's lucky now, is there!

Angry or not, jealous or not? There is no way to be jealous, we are so chic, we are so willful!

As soon as Wen Jin's heart came up, he began to point out the country. Look at how badly this horse is chosen! At first glance, I knew that I didn't have the money to buy some decent horses, and I didn't have money to feed the horses.

Wen Jin's face was full of pain, counting the owners of this carriage, this momentum is not much better than the keyboard warriors!

The gloomy man in the distance sneezed twice, who is talking about me?

If the gloomy man knew Wen Jin's thoughts, he would definitely cry and laugh - this is not the horse I chose, and besides, this is a good evil horse, an evil horse can withstand a monk in the middle of Qi training, okay!

Moreover, this evil horse eats human flesh, in order to feed them, the gloomy man and the joke man have to catch a few young men every day to feed, very evil, but also very hard! Where can you talk about not saying hello to the carriage!

But Wen Jin didn't care about this, and complained with humble eyes: "How poor this is, it's hard for these two horses." ”

Immediately, whistling, he walked past the carriage. Because of all kinds of good things, he was in a good mood.

And then—he was silent, and his feet "staggered" backwards, and he looked at the carriage with empty eyes.

Just now, his instinct flickered wildly in his mind, like an alarm bell, constantly reminding him that something important was happening.

And the intuitive point...... It's this carriage.

Considering his luck, this is likely to be an important clue to the abduction and trafficking of the uncle's daughter, the men in black, and even the conspirators who are hiding in the dark and plotting everything.

With Wenjin's current strong curiosity, how can he be indifferent to this matter? All he was thinking about now was how to turn him upside down, how to find out the people hiding behind him, and then slap them twice!

And now, with the help of his luck, he has come into contact with part of the truth, and has also set off the tip of the iceberg of hidden facts-

How could this not excite him?