Chapter 163： Science God Stick VS Koi Yun Fairy 12 ┃ Dream Interpreter Master Zhuang Li

Many passers-by helped Mrs. Zhou to chase Miss Zhou. Even Zhuang Jiuge rolled up his sleeves and followed, but Zhuang Li was still sitting in the same position, gently stroking his thin red lips with his slender index finger. .

He was thinking about Miss Zhou's symptoms and thinking about the next treatment.

The opinions of others can at most give him some general information, and only the words spoken by Miss Zhou have real reference value.

guts? This is not a good image, especially for women.

When Zhuang Li was lost in thought, King Qi was standing in the teahouse opposite, watching him quietly through a bamboo curtain.

The young man was leaning against the table, his long curly hair was casually tied behind his head. He didn't wear a crown or hat. He only used a pure white silk scarf that was loosely wrapped around a few times, and there was a strand of hair on his forehead. It has not been tied, and it is hanging on the side of the temple, swaying gently with the wind.

This kind of dress seems to be very dignified, but it has a free and uninhibited feeling.

The young man is handsome and elegant, but when he smiles with his lips curled, he shows a bit of a bewitching look.

Seeing the young man for the first time, King Qi's eyes froze, like ice cubes attracting sunlight, and his pupils were instantly lit up.

Because of this, he temporarily changed his plan yesterday. Instead of rushing to the Qingtian Temple outside the city to find Master Xuanzhenzi, he moved into this teahouse inexplicably.

When the boy carried the flag and walked slowly across the crowd, no one knew that his heart, which had been numb for a long time, suddenly felt a throbbing feeling, and a stream of heat spurted out from the ventricle, warm up his chest.

King Qi didn't know what this sudden throbbing indicated. He only knew that as soon as he stood here and looked at the young man, he couldn't take his eyes off the other side.

Fortunately, his guards were also very interested in the boy, and they all hid behind the window and watched with great interest, so they didn't notice his abnormality.

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Mrs. Zhou finally chased Miss Zhou back. The mother and daughter seemed to be in a big disaster. Their hair was messed up, their clothes were dirty, and even the toes of their shoes were frayed.

Zhuang Jiuge also came back, panting heavily and waving at his brother, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, showing that he was not lightly tired.

Because of this farce, there were more onlookers. Everyone pointed at Miss Zhou who looked crazy and sighed.

Seeing that her daughter was surrounded by people on three floors and three floors, Mrs. Zhou also began to back off. If it wasn't for the fact that this little gentleman could ask the gods to help him, and her husband strictly forbid the Taoist priest to come again, she would not have brought her daughter out privately today.

But she was also forced to do nothing. Daoist Lingxi couldn't control the group of evil spirits. Master Xuanzhenzi also came to see her, but she was helpless. Besides the gods, who could help her daughter?

Just leaving, Mrs. Zhou was not reconciled; if she didn't leave, her daughter couldn't stand the stimulation. Even her husband has completely given up, what is the use of her struggling alone?

Under the dilemma, Mrs. Zhou's eyes turned red, and she looked at the little gentleman helplessly.

Zhuang Li pointed to the teahouse opposite, and said warmly, "Go to Jinmanlou to sit down and talk, it's quiet there."

"Okay, sir, please." Mrs. Zhou hurriedly made a gesture of invitation.

She was very confused, and everything was at the command of the little gentleman.

Standing by the window, King Qi stared at the group of people who were walking slowly, and without looking back he instructed: "Arrange the private room next door for them, and serve the best tea and cakes."

The commander of the guards opened the door and ordered to go.

After a while, there was a sound of walking in the elegant room next door. Miss Zhou was still struggling, shouting some strange things.

The boy's tactful voice sounded: "Madam, you go and fix it first, I'll wait for you here."

Mrs. Zhou had this intention, and quickly said yes, the door creaked open, and a series of footsteps drifted away.

King Qi slowly walked to the place that was only separated by a wall from the young man, lay down on the soft slump, and quietly listened to the sound over there. He is highly skilled in martial arts and has deep internal skills. He can clearly detect the two breathing sounds in the opposite room through a wall.

One of them was slightly panting, as if he had just experienced a violent run, and it should be the younger brother of the young man.

The other is gentle and long, neither hurried nor slow, who is not a teenager.

Unconsciously, King Qi closed his eyes, ignored another gasp, and listened to the boy's breathing intently. The long-lost relaxation and silence hit him.

Seeing that the prince closed his eyes and showed a calm and peaceful demeanor, several guards were dumbfounded and shocked.

They opened their mouths, wanting to ask if the lord was drowsy, but they were afraid to interrupt his sleep.

The lord had not slept for a long time for several years, and it was common for him to open his eyes until dawn. If someone else had to endure this kind of torture, the grass on the tomb would have grown three meters high. Fortunately, the prince is strong in martial arts and strong in body, and this has lasted until now.

"Go get the blanket!" The guard commander silently ordered.

The two subordinates nodded, then carefully opened the door, stepped over the threshold like walking on thin ice, and went out silently.

At this moment, the two teenagers next door began to speak, causing King Qi's closed eyes to suddenly open.

The commander of the guards slapped his forehead with a slap, his face full of regret.

King Qi didn't feel the slightest bit, and immediately pricked up his ears to listen carefully to the young man's voice.

"Brother, can you even catch ghosts?"

"I will only catch the ghosts in people's hearts." The boy's deliberately lowered voice seemed to carry a kind of magic, which made King Qi want to listen to it again and again.

The brain, which has been tortured by drowsiness and exhaustion all the time, has become clear at this time, as if it has been washed by clear spring water.

King Qi slowly leaned up and sat up, pursed thin lips slowly loosened, and then rose insignificantly.

"What the **** is in people's hearts?" the boy's younger brother asked curiously.

"The ghosts in people's hearts are not ghosts, but they are scarier than ghosts." The young man said paradoxically.

"Since it's not a ghost, how do you catch it, brother?" The younger brother became more and more curious.

King Qi also showed a look of interest. The severe lack of sleep made him lose the desire to perceive and explore everything around him. After a lapse of three years, he once again had a sense of acceptance in this world. He tried to integrate his consciousness into this conversation, and then imagined every expression change and subtle movement of the boy.

What kind of posture did the boy sit on the chair, what kind of expression did he say these mysterious words, and what was he thinking about in his heart... King Qi wanted to know everything.

"It wasn't me who caught the ghost, it was Miss Zhou herself." The young man said this with a smile.

King Qi closed his eyes, and he could almost see the beautiful curvature of the young Yin Hong's lips. He looks best when he is smiling.

I don't know what to think, King Qi picked up the pen and wrote a sentence on the paper: "Did he run into trouble after he went back yesterday?"

The guard picked up a pen and replied: "No, my subordinates obeyed your instructions and specially sent a few experts to take him back. Last night those people guarded outside his house all night, and this morning they sent him into the city again, and no thieves were encountered."

King Qi nodded, his tense face relaxed slightly, showing a relieved look, and then he wrote: "Let people continue to guard, don't be slack."

The commander of the guards nodded and agreed, but he was secretly worried. Except for the prince, he had never seen the prince care so much about a person. Is there anything special about this young man named Zhuang Li?

After thinking about it, Mrs. Zhou, who had washed up cleanly, stepped into the private room. The newly dressed Miss Zhou was grabbed by the arms of the two servants, covered her mouth, and half dragged in the door.

If they don't know their details, others will think they are human traffickers.

Zhuang Jiuge, who was completely aroused by his brother's words, could only swallow his doubts and stand aside.

King Qi couldn't help but put his ears close to the wall and listen more carefully.

It is very interesting that Miss Zhou catches ghosts by herself.

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Zhuang Li didn't know that someone next door was eavesdropping. He is a weak chicken who fights five scumbags. He can't win Zhuang Jiuge in a fight, and Mrs. Zhou in a run. How can he detect the nearby masters.

He asked the maid to find a teapot and a copper basin. The teapot was placed on a flower stand. The spout was tilted slightly, so that the water in the kettle flowed down drop by drop, and was caught by the copper basin directly below, making a faint ticking sound .

Immediately afterwards, he asked the shop assistant to bring a chaise longue chair and place it behind Miss Zhou. The chair was cushioned with soft pillows and covered with a blanket.

Then, he and Mrs. Zhou formally started a narration: "Why does Ling Qianjin always say that evil spirits are going to dig out her intestines?"

Mrs. Zhou said with fear: "She has nightmares every night. In the dream, ghosts have been digging into her stomach, which often wakes her up. She hasn't had a good night's sleep for a long time, and she has been dizzy recently. Down. The doctor said that her body is already at the end of the battle, and if she can't fall asleep again, I'm afraid..."

Having said this, Mrs. Zhou covered her mouth and cried repressedly.

Miss Zhou didn't know anything and was struggling constantly.

Hearing these words, King Qi still did not respond, but his guard commander gritted his teeth, clenched his fists hard, and showed a painful expression.

Miss Zhou's illness is very similar to that of the prince. She can't sleep all the year round and is in a state of extreme exhaustion. However, the situation of the prince is even worse than that of Miss Zhou.

For Wang Ye, having nightmares is a luxury, because his body is tortured by unimaginable pain all the time, and the short and intermittent sleep gives him no time to dream at all.

The commander of the guards also put his ears close to the wall, wanting to hear how Zhuang Li helped Miss Zhou catch ghosts.

If he can help Miss Zhou, does it mean that he can also help the prince?

This sudden thought lifted the spirits of the guard commander.

At the same time, the other two guards came back with a soft pillow and a thin blanket, and saw that the prince had opened his eyes, and his face was full of disappointment.

Wang Ye's sleep quality is not good. He can only sleep for a quarter of an hour every night, and then he will be completely awake due to the pain. When he is extremely tired during the day, he will sleep for a quarter of an hour, and then wake up again.

Just like this intermittent nap, and then being tortured by long-term exhaustion, this forbearance actually endured for three years. From the regent who turned his hands into clouds and covered his hands and turned into rain, to today's emaciated and dying person, this process is really a hellish torment.

With red eyes, the two guards put pillows on the prince and covered them with a thin blanket. They were about to say something comforting, but they saw the prince raised his index finger and made a silent gesture.

The room fell silent immediately, and the voice on the other side became clearer.

Zhuang Li thought for a moment, and then said bluntly: "The intestines are in the lower abdomen, which means the private area of ​​women, and digging is a very obscene action. Madam, according to my guess, your daughter is not haunted by ghosts, but is being haunted by ghosts. The wicked bullied her, that's the source of her madness."

Mrs. Zhou: "!!!"

7480: "!!!"

"Master, how did you come to this conclusion? Wait a minute, my thinking can't keep up with you!" 7480 slapped his forehead and called.

Zhuang Li explained in his heart: "Dreams are the feedback from the subconscious mind and the reflection of the real world. Every image in the dream can have a corresponding relationship with the real scene, and the image of the small intestine just corresponds to the female reproductive organs. Another sadistic move. In ancient times when the etiquette was so strict, a girl who had not left the cabinet frequently had sexually abusive dreams. Don't you know what this means?"

7480: "..."

Damn, the host can even interpret dreams! If you look at it this way, there is no difference between psychology and fortune-telling!