173 Chapter 173 What Are You Doing

He couldn't help looking up and down at the ghost doctor with the mask in front of him. ???August 1 Chinese? Network w?w?w?. 18111z?w. Because he couldn't see his face clearly, he guessed from his words and deeds that he was in his twenties! But who knows, he said he was only ten or fifteen?

At this moment, he couldn't help but wonder, is it really right to gamble the reputation of the black market on him this year?

While President Ke was wiping the cold sweat oozing from his forehead, Ling Mohan gave Feng Jiu a deep look, because he knew that the other party recognized him and that he was the one who broke into the hot spring that night. Man in black.

A middle-aged man walked over with strides, glanced contemptuously at Feng Jiu in red, and then looked at President Ke and teased, "Fifteen?"

"Hehe, President Ke, where did you find a stinky boy here? Is there no one in your black market? To invite such a brat to participate in the elixir competition? I'm not afraid of throwing you all over the place. Have you lost all face in the black market?"

When President Ke heard this, he swept his sharp eyes to the middle-aged man with majesty, and said rudely: "It seems that it's not your turn to make irresponsible remarks about our black market!"

"Haha, you have been losing in the black market for three years in a row. I can understand President Ke's mood."

The middle-aged man gave him a provocative look, then pulled an eighteen- or nine-year-old young man behind him, and smiled at Ling Mohan while ingratiating himself, and said, "Teacher Ling, this is a child..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted.

Ling Mohan didn't take a look at the father and son. He only looked at Feng Jiu and said, "Little brother, the spirit medicine competition hasn't started yet, why don't you walk with me?"

"Okay." She raised the corners of her mouth with a smile and said to President Ke, "I'll be back when the competition starts."

President Ke looked at Ling Mohan in surprise, and then at Feng Jiu, and then he responded, "Alright, alright, let's go!"

Seeing the two of them walking towards the top of the mountain, one black and one red, he wondered, do these two know each other?

"What's your relationship with the black market?"

Ling Mohan asked, looking at the red-clothed boy who was slightly shorter than him, his brows wrinkled, no wonder he called him uncle, he stood with him like a child who had not grown up.

"As you can see, they asked me to help them get the first one back." She said casually, and found a stone to sit down.

He stared at him inquiringly with his eyes as deep as Gutan, and asked, "Have I seen you before?"

Hearing this, Feng Jiu looked at him, her smiling eyes filled with a bit of joking: "Uncle, are you still wearing red pants?"

As soon as the voice fell, he stared at him with a wolf-like light in his eyes, and said with a smile: "Actually, I also like red, you see, I'm all red."

Hearing this, Ling Mohan only felt a chill, especially when the other party's eyes were staring at him like a wolf, which made him feel uncomfortable.

I thought to myself: Could this little boy have bad habits in that respect?

"Uncle Ling? What's wrong with you?"

Feng Jiu, who didn't know when to get up, leaned over to him, almost pressed against his chest and asked something.

"what are you doing!"

Ling Mo's face was cold, and he immediately stepped back a few steps.

"I didn't do anything!" she said innocently.

He stared at him with a stern face, and his low voice showed a cold and hard lesson: "A man should have the appearance of a man, like you, how decent!"