Monarch Overlooking the Starry Skies

78. Chapter 78 Virtue

    Dimly on the street.

    Hey.

    The middle-aged man slowly awakened, took a cold breath, touched his brain, touched the swollen area on his arm, and finally looked up at Han Dong, who was apologetic.

    "I have waited for ten minutes, you are sober."Han Dong smiled lowly: "I am really embarrassed, I just got too impulsive."

    Ha ha

    The middle-aged man sneered twice and still sat on the ground.

    If the apology makes sense, what else does the law do? What is the force? Suffering from such a slap in the face, he was filled with grief and unwillingness.

    This is definitely not over.

    Moreover.

    Prove that you are a person? How to prove this stuff, you give me two proofs!

    "I am sorry, if you can make you feel more comfortable, you can just pick it up."Han Dongyi said in his righteous words: "It is the ethical standard that I have always upheld when I know the mistakes. Masters often teach me this way."

    Master?

    The middle-aged man blinked twice and sneered.

    Do you have a teacher and you are warning me? Hey, I also have a teacher, and I am a warrior who created a martial art in Suhe City.

    "Oh."

    The middle-aged man supported the ground and shook his head twice. He sneered: "Since you have said it, I am not polite. If you eat me two punches, this matter will be revealed."

    Two punches?

    Han Dong blinked.

    This can never be done, and it does not conform to the philosophy that the Master teaches to himself.

    Even if you make a mistake, you can't beat it.

    Besides, if this matter is known to the master, it may be how to lash yourself. Instead of accepting a brutal torture, it is better to hold on to the middle-aged man.

    AHEM!Han Dong coughed and sighed: "Uncle, my teacher, Zun Ning Mo, often educates me. If you know the mistake, it is a virtue, but you can't"

    "wait wait wait!"

    The middle-aged man interrupted Han Dong’s feelings and his face changed instantly.

    Hey.

    The sultry night wind blew through, blowing the cold sweat that oozes from his forehead.

    Hey.

    The middle-aged man swallowed his mouth and spit, his legs could not stop tremble, hesitated: "You, you are a disciple of Mr. Ning Lao?"

    Han Dong looks as usual: "Of course, my teacher is more gentle and teaches me a lot of truth. Do you also know Ning Mo away from the Master? ”

    "Oh, huh, I have had the privilege of seeing it twice."The middle-aged man’s face was smiling and he was shocked. “In fact, this is just a misunderstanding. There is no need to apologize.”

    Hehe.

    Mr. Ning Lao teaches you virtues? Open, kidding!

    The middle-aged man shifted the topic: "You have just confirmed that I am not the one, and it will be a mistake. I am hiding in the tree, I want to explore the missing events nearby to see if there are traces of demons and ghosts. ”

    "Well, just with the Master WeChat video. Master has said, you are indeed human. ”Han Dong continued to speak: "Can you tell me about the disappearance near you?"

    Hey.

    The middle-aged man glared at Han Dong with horror.

    A silent atmosphere shrouded the street, the street lights are still flashing, the night wind is still boasting, but the middle-aged man feels like falling into the ice cave, and his heart is full of sorrows.

    The yellow face is covered with white.

    Han Dong strangely said: "What happened?"

    The middle-aged man trembled and asked: "You, you...Just Mr. Ning Lao saw me? ”

    Han Dong reveals the expression of course: "Of course, otherwise how to determine if you are not those things. I have learned a lot and can't distinguish it effectively. Well, Shizun also told me that you are the honest cloth of the famous Haowu Hall. ”

    Hey.

    Hey.

    The middle-aged man stepped back step by step, followed by a turn and ran, running like a wind, and shouting in his mouth.

    "As for?"

    Han Dong was speechless, looking thoughtfully around, and then went home.

……

    Inside the living room.

    Pendant light in light yellow to soften the living room.

    Han Dong leaned on the sofa, his face was a hint of indulgence, and his hand was holding a rectangular pillow, which seemed to be indefinite.

    "Going out to look for gray air, it is no problem. But the exploration mission in the Lianbukou is obviously surrounded by traces of those things. In the unlikely event of wandering around those things, the risk factor at home is too high. ”

    "No!"

    "If this is the case, I will not consider going to other cities to look for gray air, even if the Jiangnan school can not go."

    Thinking like this, Han Dong could not help but sigh.

    Until then, he realized that...The crisis of demons and ghosts has always surrounded the surrounding, and there is no absolute security moment.

    It is normal to not touch it.

    Once it is met, it is 100% death.

    Hey.

    Han Dong involuntarily picked up half a bottle of Nescafe on the sofa table and took a sip, his face was cloudy and uncertain.

    "I didn't have any contact before, and I have nothing to do with my strength. It's just good luck." But if you are not lucky, you may come across tomorrow. ”

    It doesn't matter to myself.

    Master Shi also mentioned that if you encounter those things, relying on the violent rain and falling, it should be no problem to barely escape.

    But what should parents and sister Han Han do?

    He was thinking, with the sound of screaming, Han Hao rushed over: "Brother, how come you come back so late, my mother told you to let you remember to lock the iron door."

    "It is a security door."

    Han Dong corrected one sentence.

    Han Han two voices, black and white eyes, slick, two small hands clutching his brother's arm, climbed into his brother's arms, lying in the arms of Han Dong.

    In an instant, the sorrow of Han Dong’s heart was missing, and he couldn’t help but smile: “Xiao Yan, why are you still not sleeping?”

    Pa

    Xiao Yan looked up at the little face and took a look at Han Dong’s chest. He said, “Oh, I found a bottle of brown drink. My mother said, children can’t drink, or they can’t sleep at night.”

    Han Dong said without words: "Don't explain, how much you drank."

    A littleXiao Yan’s two white and tender hands, constantly scribbling, weak and weak: “Mom said brown drinks, called Seven Nests...But Xiao Yan really only drank a little bit, hard, not good. ”

    "Oh."

    Han Dong stunned.

    Nestle coffee on the table, only about half left, is this a little bit?

    "Oh, it's Nestle."

    "Well, I know my brother, it is the Seven Nests."

    "It's Nestle."

    "Seven Nests."

……

    After half an hour.

    Han Dong stood on the floor of the bedroom, his muscles were tight, his blood flowed slowly, his palms rested on his chest and turned into a full-page anode pile.

    Snoring.

    Snoring.

    However, these wheezing sounds are not the sounds of Han Dong, but the little cockroaches who are also standing on the soft bed and trying to pose the same posture.

    Flop

    Xiao Yan fell on the big bed.

    Flop

    Xiao Yan’s left foot bent and fell on the bed.

    "woo woo woo woo……"Xiao Yan wiped the tears that did not exist, sitting on the bed grievously, glaring at his brother: "Brother, play with the little sister."

“……”

    Han Dong closed his mouth and still practiced the full version of the anode pile.

    "Brother, brother!"

    The small hurried full bed circle, want to imitate the action of Han Dong, but failed, the little face gradually wrinkled, until more than ten minutes later, finally gave up.

    Hey.

    The discouraged little cockroach, simply lying on the bed, with his little hand on his chin, screaming at his brother Han Dong.

    Crouching.

    Crouching.

    In the quiet bedroom, only the rotation of the clock hands is left.

    In the vagueness, there is also the sound of the flow of blood in the body of Han Dong, and the slight sound of the bones of the tendons.

    Gradually, Xiao Yan was also sleepy.

    Brother

    Her big, watery eyes seemed to want to open, but they couldn't hold back their sleep. The little eyes were quite confused. They whispered two or three sentences, so they licked their chins and slept.

    Snoring.

    Xiao Yan's exquisite eyelashes, a trembling, sleep sweet and incomparably.

    A faint warmth, filled in the bedroom, as if it is a satisfied stream, flowing to the heart of Han Dong who is practicing the full version of the anode pile.

    Crouching.

    Crouching.

    With the watch pointer, pointing to the early morning, Han Dong also ended the practice of the anode pile.

    As a martial artist of the last three products, even if he only sleeps three or four hours a day, it is completely enough...Because the daily flow of blood and blood naturally, not only eliminate fatigue, but also regulate the body properly.

    Amanda

    Han Dong gently picked up his sister and rested on the right side of the big bed, and contributed his own thin quilt. In addition to his head, he made a small sturdy cover.

    "Brother, brother?"

    Xiao Yan stumbled wide open eyes.

    "Sleep, go to sleep."Han Dong gently closed the bedroom lamp, lying on the other side of the big bed, quietly watching his sister Xiaoyan, his face smiled.

    Bright moonlight, spilled out of the window.

    The whole bedroom was quiet, leaving only the lovely breathing sound of Otaru, and sometimes licking two small mouths, it seems to taste delicious in the dream.

    Court: Sleep.

    Han Dong sighed and closed his eyes.

    rest assured

    In this world, there is a brother by your side, no one can hurt you...No matter who is the person or the monsters, no one can do it.