"Winning or losing is a trivial matter. Who hasn’t lost? This is not a place to chat. I’d like to invite Brother Red to my clinic for a chat." Wentao is very polite.
The strange behavior of the red shirt in Wentao’s action made Xigang more and more puzzled. A western blood clan said that ordinary people were so … and the performance of the powerful magical doctor was really somewhat puzzling.
Nu Wa’s red shirt gave a strange look over Wentao and looked at Kong Wenhao and Oriental Sword.
"It’s impossible. If you don’t say anything, I will try to escape. If I really can’t, I will explode in a bloody way. Of course, if you all have her …" The red shirt pointed to Linglan Road. "So strong words will hurt you at most. I don’t like to say that."
"Ah …" Very personal Wentao smiled and bowed his head and said a few words in his ear. Although everyone here is very powerful, Wentao deliberately controlled it. Except for him, no one can hear the red shirt and behave much more excitedly than Wentao. "You … you … you are telling the truth! ! ！”
Chapter two hundred and twenty-two Master elder brother
"Of course, do I need to lie to you about this?" Wen Tao looked at the red shirt, and the meaning was very white. Do I need words to fool you if I want to deal with you?
The whole thing seems very strange. This foreigner in Tang suit and his special name plus his fluent Mandarin make people feel very strange. But at this time, Kong Wenhao and the Oriental sword understand that what the red shirt just said is not false.
It’s not white that he should look at it this way. His expression on the blood clan is simply that he is not completely satisfied, and he is even more indifferent to the west gang. There is no such thing as a normal kin master who should feel it.
And Wen Tao’s performance today is also somewhat abnormal. I really don’t understand that it is not normal for them to have something with Dr. Wen.
Behind Wentao, Ling Lan thought of some things, and some people who are very familiar with Shu Shan like her know that most people don’t know the real name of the head of the Sword Sect of Shu Shan, that is, the ancient cold master. Few people know Ling Lan, but they happen to know one.
Master Gu Han is called Heng Hou Jian or Heng Hou Head by most people in the field of repair. It is said that he used to be the Duke of Shu before he entered Shu Mountain and later became the head of Shu Mountain Sword School. For thousands of years, not many people remember his name and remember Heng Hou Jian and Heng Hou Head.
Ling Lan knows that this famous constant Hou Jian is Nu Wa Heng Hou.
At this time, the look in the red shirt’s eyes at Wentao has lost its former indifference. Instead, it is a kind of excitement and excitement. Wentao’s words are naturally white. Although he can’t see the extent of Wentao, it is conceivable that he can easily capture himself when he sees his servant’s hand.
"Well, do as you say." The red shirt nodded and said nothing more.
"Well, let’s not stay here. Let’s go back to the clinic first." Wentao took everyone back to the clinic before.
Xigang was even more puzzled by it, because he couldn’t understand what Wentao and others said later. At this time, he really regretted that he didn’t study hard when Chinese was popular like ordinary western people.
It would be nice if I could understand it now, especially if the blood clan said that the character’s idol was so proficient in Chinese that he didn’t hear a word from him, which made Xigang don’t know what to do.
There’s no need for Wentao to say much. Wentao, when they go back to Xigang, they will follow behind. Now, even if we let him go, he will not leave easily.
"Brother Wen Hao, guess what this blood clan strange figure has with Dr. Wen?" Oriental sword flies with Kong Wenhao at the last edge and looks at the red shirt in front, still full of doubts.
"There should be some origins. Although it is the first time to talk to him just now, his speaking style is very familiar." Kong Wenhao looked at Dongfang Sword.
"Doctor Wen …" Two people with different mouths laughed out immediately.
They all communicate through telepathy, because in this kind of high-speed flight, ordinary speakers can’t hear it, and it’s impossible to do it. Of course, it’s still more convenient for them to learn telepathy now, just like with wire and brain, few people will make wire and typewriter.
"It seems that the problem lies in his name. From what he said just now, it can be seen that he knows the name of you and me very well, which is not that simple. I’m afraid he has another story about this name, and this name is supposed to be like this now. No one in the base is called Dr. Wen, who is special in the red shirt." Kong Wenhao has analyzed the matter into a big box with such a simple analysis, which is still because they know that there is very little basic information. If they are given enough auxiliary materials, I’m afraid they will think of more.
After all, in the secular world, martial arts has been in charge of the family for decades. For them, this kind of thing is not difficult. In this respect, they are much better than those who often know how to practice hard and practice true.
"I don’t think we need to think about this. If Dr. Wen wants to tell us, he will naturally tell us."
"Well" Kong Wenhao also nodded his head in agreement, and they have a kind of respect for Wentao from the heart.
"I’m thinking now …" Oriental sword showed a yearning expression. "Doctor Wen just saw that the doctor Wen was very heart-felt and so in the mood to study things. The estimated benefits are definitely not small. Now I just know that there are two worlds behind us, so we will work hard again at the top of this world."
At the moment, the sword in the East is just like when I was just learning martial arts, holding a three-foot breeze sword and asking the practitioners who dare to fight.
Relatively speaking, Kong Wenhao is more inclined to Confucianism, but even the Oriental Sword has to admit that Kong Wenhao is more talented than him, because often Kong Wenhao does not deliberately pursue it, but he is never worse than him.
But Kong Wenhao’s words don’t mean that he is talented and energetic, but that he walks differently.
Just as ruling the country with heavy criminal law has its own advantages and disadvantages.
Kong Wenhao is used to holding his head up like a lookout on the back of a flying sword. "Fortunately, we are Yuan Yingfu and don’t need to become a blood clan, otherwise we need to suck blood, which will really make people not like people and ghosts."