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has lived with Xiaoman for so long, and Hong Qi has never had this kind of treatment.

While serving food to Hong Qi, she said with a smile: "In the future, I will do the food at home, and I will also do the housework, what do you say?"

If it is left on weekdays, Hong Qi designates to raise his hands in favor, but now it is not the same as before, there is an extra man between them, and this matter is not so simple.

Sure enough, Xiao Man offered her quid pro quo, that is, Hong Qi must often bring his good brother, Luo Pan, to the house for dinner or a short stay.

After listening, Hong Qi only felt a little creepy, he knew that Luo Pan was going to be unlucky now.

Hong Qi was also a woman in his previous life, and he knew how troublesome it would be to be entangled by a woman who looked good.

Should he do anything about betraying his brother? He was still struggling inside.

After lunch, he walked through the long tunnel leading to Kuixing Pavilion and went to talk to the old man.

Since I met Luo Pan, I have been working with people almost every day in the past few days, and the swelling has not disappeared, and the swelling has risen again.

Jin Jian is not there, I don't know where to play, Jiang Banxian is without this little turtle, even if Hong Qi is injured, he can't see it.

In order to attract Jiang Banxian's attention and show the severity of his injury, Hong Qi rubbed the wound and let out a "hiss" moan.

The sound is real, and the pain is real, because the wound is real.

He did this, but only caused Jiang Banxian to ask lightly: "What's wrong with you?"

Hong Qi hurriedly talked about it, and told Jiang Banxian what had happened in the past few days, adding fuel and vinegar, and what he said was thrilling and moving.

In the end, he implicitly hinted that he was worried that Iron Blood would retaliate, and he wanted to hide for a few days without going out, and then go to the street to pretend to be a beggar when the limelight passed.

Before he finished speaking, he saw a look of disappointment on Jiang Banxian's face.

Hong Qi didn't dare to say any more, his "home" was given by Jiang Banxian, and the "maid" at home was also given by Jiang Banxian.

Jiang Banxian didn't have any other expectations for him, so he hoped that he could inherit the destiny of heaven and sit in the position of the first brother of the rivers and lakes as soon as possible.

He's old, and he doesn't know how many years he can fight.

He wanted it to happen in his lifetime.

"Don't worry, uncle," Hong Qi patted his chest and swore that "As the saying goes, the soldiers will block, the water will cover the earth, in this world, there is no flame mountain that cannot be passed, from Ming'er, I still go to work as my beggar to make a living, alas." ”

Hong Qi may not have paid attention to himself, every time he realized that he was at a loss, he would call Jiang Banxian "uncle".

"Hmm......" Jiang Banxian was thinking, what difficulties did this kid encounter, a little iron-blooded club, could it be that he was afraid?

Before he could open his mouth to inquire, Hong Qi made another guarantee: "You don't have to persuade me, and don't help me, I can solve the trouble I caused by myself!"

In fact, in addition to his "higher education", his manual operation ability is a little stronger than that of ordinary people, and he can make a mechanism, a secret weapon or something, where is there any "own power".

"I really didn't misread you, son, you've grown up!"

Hong Qi's recent performance, Jiang Banxian was very satisfied, and gave a thumbs up while boasting.

He dared to do it with others, and he won the beauty, and his growth rate was even faster than Jiang Banxian imagined.

At this time, Hong Qi, who had finished speaking, had gradually calmed down.

This afternoon, he forced himself to practice the Waijia Fist and Foot Kung Fu according to Jiang Banxian's instructions.

It wasn't until he was sweating profusely, his physical strength was exhausted, and the sun was setting, that he walked to the tunnel and walked back to Qibao Zhai.

The feeling of anxiety in my heart is uncomfortable, and I dare not imagine the picture of dying on the street at any time.

This night, Hong Qi had insomnia.