Fast Time Travel: The Hypnotized Demon

third world

Yanmei heals little brother × romantic and passionate scumbag swordsman

Soon the word spread that there was a new doctor in Shoushu's clinic.

Chang Fengyue, who heard the news, stroked his chin, thinking of the man in white robe that he had glimpsed at that time, could it be the new doctor.

"What else are you thinking about?" In the ink incense paper shop, sandalwood incense is lingering.The beauty with long hair reaching to the ground has slightly purple eyes, and it is good-looking when she hangs down and concentrates on studying ink.

"It's just that I'm curious about the doctor who is rumored to be as beautiful as a fairy." Chang Feng Yue turned the wine glass, lowered his head to smell it, frowned and then drank it, "The aroma of your place is too strong, it covers up the smell of my wine Living."

"I can't be that sweet and soft fragrance that you went to Hua/lou." Yan Mo put down the seal stone and said.

"Besides, if I remember correctly, the doctor is a man, and the word used in the rumor is not 'beautiful as a fairy'."

The swordsman didn't have the slightest intention of introspection, and smacked his lips to automatically filter out the euphemistic preaching of a certain scholarly family: "Although the rumors are unbelievable, I think this time it is true."

"What's the truth, what's the truth...you don't know, you have to find out."

Knowing a certain thick-skinned person quite well, Yan Mo used an affirmative tone even though it was an interrogative sentence.

Chang Feng Yue narrowed his eyes: "You asked me to go."

Yan Mo: "..." Why did he become friends with this person.

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Chang Le stayed in the medical clinic for only a few days, and the time for outpatient visits became longer and longer.

He was content with it, but Shoushu's face turned cold, he hung the sign of his consultation on the rest table, and took him directly to leave the clinic.A group of his apprentices were left alone to face the restless patients.

"Where is this going?" Chang Le looked at the scenes on both sides and remembered them in his mind.

"rest."

With a concise answer, the chill around his body slowly dissipated when he saw the young man who was watching curiously.

The two walked along the street, and the ordinary people next to them would spontaneously avoid them.The child stared at the healer with a face full of Hexi with pure big eyes, without even trying to hide it.

Shoushu watched the young man buy candied haws, knelt down, touched the child's head, and handed it to him.He has a deeper understanding of Qinghe Changle's tenderness and affinity.

In fact, the gap between heroes and ordinary people is constantly widening.Few can get along with nature.

Heroes are like a combination of stars, geniuses and soldiers. Ordinary people respect and worship them, but they also alienate them.

It's not that I'm afraid, it's just that it feels too far away.

However, Qinghe Changle seems to have no such situation.

Feeding the sparrow in his hand, feeling the gaze from the side, the young man turned his head slightly: "What's wrong?"

The doctor shook his head, and stretched out his hand to caress the fluff on the head of the bird that was pecking happily. The sparrow with brown feathers flapped its wings and avoided it. The doctor's expression became gloomy.

"Don't move." Chang Le gently grabbed the hand he was about to withdraw, turned his hand over, and the white and transparent fingertips touched the palm, causing waves of numbness and throbbing in the bottom of his heart.

"All right."

Recovering from the smiling eyes of the young man, Shoushu lowered his head and saw some grains with golden light in his palm, a natural gift that had nothing to do with this noisy and bustling street.

The little sparrows on the branch of the apricot tree at the side watched for a while, perhaps because of the exaggeration of the environment, at this moment the doctor no longer looked like a cold sculpture, and finally a little sparrow flew down tremblingly, and then stayed in the palm of Shoushu.

The sparrow tentatively pecked at the grain, then quickly raised its head to look at the motionless and stiff doctor with its small black bean eyes.After a few times, it seemed that he finally got the answer he needed. The sparrow stopped looking up and concentrated on eating the grains.

Seeing it like this, a few sparrows that were already stupid/stupid/wanting/moving flapped their wings and flew down.

In fact, every muscle in the doctor's body was tensing.

Since he dissected the first small animal's corpse at the age of 12, no animal has been willing to get close to him.

The healer noticed the doctor's nervousness, and the chuckle from next to him scratched/scratched the eardrums, and Shouzhu didn't feel unhappy after being teased at all.

After the sparrows had finished eating the grains and left, the doctor put down his arms: "Let's go."

The two came to the restaurant, and the storyteller on the stage on the first floor was gesturing to the hero who became famous during the last battle with the demons.

"Just as the thousand-foot-tall ugly demon yelled, it spewed out extremely foul-smelling mucus..."

"The black-haired and black-eyed swordsman was not afraid. He drew out the blood-striped long/sword lightly, and made a move of falling wild goose to fly flat, causing the monster's soul to return to the west sky. Then he smiled freely and took off the wine pot on his waist. Actually drank it right in front of the battlefield..."

Falling geese flying flat?Isn't that the move of the wind elemental mage?A swordsman too?

Seeing the little doubt in the young man's eyes, Shoushu took a sip of the muddy tea: "The storyteller is just trying to please the audience, and random tricks can't be taken as real."

In other words, the storyteller didn't know what moves the swordsman used, so he made up one.

"However, some gossip can still be trusted." Shoushu said.

"Then, who is the swordsman he mentioned?"

"There is only one swordsman here who likes to drink and has a blood-patterned rapier with a black sheath." Shoushu and the storyteller on the first floor said the name at the same time, "Changfengyue."

Seeing that he paid more and more attention to Changfeng, Shoushu frowned indistinctly, and said lightly: "However, this swordsman's strength is superb, but there are some things that people can't agree with."

As if confirming his words, the expression on the storyteller's face became gossip and mysterious.

"If you want to say that the stronger the wind is, the hero, but the appearance and color of our Huai'an capital ranks among the top three. I don't know how many hearts have fallen on him."

Shoushu didn't speak anymore, and signaled Changle's listener to continue.

"And Changfeng Daxia doesn't live up to his reputation as a romantic man. Both men and women have unspeakable relationships with him."

Qinghe Changle's eyes flashed dark, and soon recovered a clarity and surprise.

"Let's talk about a few days ago, someone saw him and Tian Haiji coming out of the royal family, talking and laughing intimately..."

"And the charming mechanism master Jian Zhu and the leader of the younger generation of ice mages, Yuxue, are also bowed under his charm."

"Even the half-demon princess Zhongxin and the 13-year-old poison master Dunyao haven't talked about his demons, cough! Palm."

"And among the men, there are also those who are obsessed with him and want to attract his attention in every possible way..."

"For example, Yan Mo who is a close friend, the one who is unparalleled in dignity, the wise and powerful Prime Minister Han Shu, the cold-faced and warm-hearted General Jun Qi, the first doctor who loves and kills each other..."

Shoushu's sip of tea choked in his throat.

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Storyteller: "The swordsman and his good friend Yan Mo have always been the most favored couple among men..."

Yan Mo: Hehe.

Storyteller: "Speaking of which, that person also cares about status, love can't be asked for..."

"That" Gu Wen: ...

Storyteller: "The black-haired swordsman misses the prime minister's mansion almost every night. I'm afraid he can't bear the people in this mansion..."

Hanju :)

Storyteller: "The general is the most cold outside and hot inside, no matter how much he loves the swordsman, he will never say it..."

Jun Qi: I'm not, I haven't.

Storyteller: "Doctor Shoushu is born from love to hate, knowing that without love, let him remember himself..."

Forgiveness: Changfeng Yue!

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The spitting storyteller didn't notice that the whole hall was getting colder and colder, and the protagonist in his story also stepped into the restaurant.

Qinghe Changle lowered his eyes to look at the man with the wine jug on his waist and the rare black scabbard. With these two points, he was sure who this person was.

When the keen swordsman looked up, the healer opened his thin lips, and the voice was just loud enough for him to hear.

"According to the Union Law, indecent/molesting minors shall be punished by imprisonment for more than ten years."

Chang Fengyue: "Huh?"