Peng Xin's expression was calm.

He seemed to reach out and wash his hands in the sink, ready to eat calmly.

Then the eyeballs were round, like eating a piece of undercooked meat.

But it was only so. At that moment, he did not have a tear-like expression.

Then his body shook and screamed immediately.

"what……"

While screaming, he slowly took out his hand.

Note that he is slow.

This action confuses many people.

If the oil pan is really hot, then he should take out his hand quickly, right?

But he was slow, and then bowed his head ...

A scent of fried meat filled up.

Peng Xin looked down at the right hand of his fried skin and flesh, and could not believe his head, looked at Wang Jiao, and screamed again.

"what……"

He started running frantically, and the people around him flashed away, as if he would be unlucky when he touched it.

"Help……"

He held his right hand with his left hand and yelled in despair.

The shopkeeper at the restaurant shouted: "Go to the tank, go to the tank."

People in the restaurant were burned, the first thing was to go straight to the water tank.

"Hope that the water is clean." Wang Jia lowered his eyes slightly, feeling a bit regretful.

He even hoped to use Peng Xin's life to deter those who questioned the miscellaneous knowledge, but under the eyes of all eyes, he finally refrained.

"what……"

Peng Xin's screams came later, and then someone rushed out and was a buddy. He rushed all the way out of the shop and vomited on his knees.

Put the fried half-cooked hands into cold water at once, and that effect ...

The flesh moves with the waves ...

Wang Xu often helps Zuo Zhen to fry quails.

Those eyes turned around, and someone shouted: "Is this a fairy technique? Wang Langjun, the villain is willing to worship the teacher."

The pursuit of fairy tales has a long history in the Central Plains. These readers have probably seen a lot of fairy tales, so they couldn't help but be moved.

"It's not a fairy technique." Wang Ju felt that this group of people was still ignorant.

What a fool!

He shook his head to go back.

Someone rushed over and was slapped to the ground by the soldiers.

The man covered his face and shouted: "Look at your hand, someone just wants to see your hand ... there must be a baby on your hand."

"Nonsense!"

Wang Xu stretched out his hand, "Bring a towel."

Someone brought a towel, and Wang Jiao wiped off the oil on his hand. The man shouted, "God knows if it's a skin-like baby ... who will touch it."

Several men wanted to come over, Wang Jia frowned.

Being touched by a man, Wang Jia couldn't help but think of those male style halls in Bianliang.

In those men's style halls, the original beard men wear women's clothing, dress up, apply grease, and then sit inside with the woman's shyness, waiting for the beard of the beard to come ...

vomit!

Wang Xu felt that he could not accept such closeness.

"You are worthy of such a clean Lang Jun?"

At this time, a woman rushed in, looking at her appearance in her thirties, full-bodied and charming.

"Liu Erniang is here, you just touch it."

The woman came over, first looked at Wang Jiao's hand carefully, then held it slowly, rubbing it carefully.

"tender."

The woman's caressing was extremely meticulous, and Wang Ju felt very uncomfortable.

"soft!"

Wang Jiao's daily work is to stare at the academy, doing no heavy work, so his hands are relatively delicate.

The woman glanced at him, and there were more waves in her eyes.

"Where is Lang Jun?"

"Liu Erniang, is there anything in his hand?"

"Don't worry about teasing him, hurry and talk."

The woman took a sip and said, "Who can falsify such delicate hands? Fuck off!"

Everyone was disappointed for a while, and soon someone said ecstatically: "This must be the magic technique."

"This is miscellaneous." Wang Jiao was so uncomfortable that he quickly left the woman, and then said slowly: "You wait to know how high this day is? How deep is this place?"

Everyone was at a loss.

"You wait to know where the lightning comes from? You wait to know where the rain comes from?"

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Wang Xu said coldly: "You don't know anything, but you are arrogant to talk about miscellaneous knowledge, but also deserve it?"

He walked slowly down the stairs, and someone shouted, "Is this miscellaneous?"

Wang Jiao's voice came from below, "Yes, this is miscellaneous."

Everyone could not help but silently.

A group of people embarrassed Wang Jia for a long time, but he just made everyone feel mad by using a pan of oil.

"Who dare to reach out?"

The oil in the pot was still smoking. Someone reached out and tentatively tried it, and quickly shrank their hands when they were roasted.

"Dare not!"

"Then how dare he reach out?"

"Isn't it a blind eye?"

"Fuck a fart! Someone saw it with his own eyes, and he brought a hand of oil on his hand. Where did the oil come from?"

"Yes!"

"Miscellaneous ... Does the miscellaneous have such a skill?"

The news gradually spread out, and Wang Xu used the knowledge in the miscellaneous knowledge to get out the iron chains in the oil pan and calm them down.

The unlucky ghost Peng Xin screamed in the medical hall, Lang Zhong held an axe in his hand, and said with a serious face: "Your hands can't help ..."

"Why?"

Peng Xin's family asked: "Isn't this curable?"

"It will be infected, do you understand?" Lang Jun said impatiently: "His hands were fried half-cooked ... It would be better if they were all fried, half-cooked ... Those half-cooked places are the most susceptible. Know what is infected Does that mean? "

Everyone shook their heads, Lang Jun sighed: "This was proposed by Shen Xiangong, and there are also explanations in miscellaneous knowledge, saying that there are many things in the world that we cannot see with the naked eye, and the skin is the baby that protects us from these things. Once damaged, be careful of these things ... "

Uh!

Is it Shen An?

Peng Xin's family and friends are a bit embarrassed.

This talent will ruin Shen An a lot, but the final help depends on miscellaneous knowledge and Shen An, this ... very embarrassing!

Lang Zhong thought that they had been calmed down by himself, and proudly said: "If this hand is not cut off, if you look back at those things, they will rot, purulence ... When that time, those things will get into the bone marrow, Who can govern? Lao Tzu won't succeed when he comes. "

"Is that so powerful?"

Peng Xin's family feels that this is really troubling.

"That's a hand!"

"Can't you keep it?"

"Even if you can't move in the future."

Langzhong shook his head, "It's really mysterious to think carefully about the words of Shen Xiangong. Trauma and trauma, the most feared thing is infection, and his hands are definitely infected. So ... you can do it yourself."

Peng Xin's family discussed for a long time, and finally went to other medical centers to find out the news.

"When I heard that it was fried, I shook my head and said there was no rule of law."

"Dare to start here."

In the end, Peng Xin's family made a decision.

"Do not……"

Peng Xin was **** by his family. The two brothers held his right arm and looked at the axe in Langzhong's hands with some fear. One of the brothers said, "You ... Can you cut it before? Probably?"

Don't look at my brother's wrist, and finally cut it on someone's body!

There are quite a few of these things, so it ’s best to ask clearly.

Langzhong froze and said, "This is the first time ..."

Damn it!

the first time……

The brother said angrily: "A certain first cut the tree, ready to cut here ..."

He reached out and gestured, "but finally got there ...". He moved a distance down where he had just signed.

Langzhong blinked his eyes, "What should I do? Or should you cut it?"

The brother shook his head, "Don't dare."

"Someone hasn't killed anyone." The other brother was already speechless.

"Come a sergeant who killed someone?"

"Yes!"

The Peng family happily searched for relationships, but the news from several relationships was terrible.

"It is said that Peng Langjun defiled Shen Xiangong and refused to reward those sergeants."

"What about Shangguan?"

Nima! Is there any Wang Fa?

The coming man shook his head, "Shangguan ... The generals are even more so, they all say that Shen An is a famous general, Zhang Mu for the martial arts, so ...

Is this the case?

The Peng family couldn't help but lose their souls ...

Then Peng Xin's wife said, "Well ... would the woodman cut it?"

"Yeah! The woodcutter cuts firewood every day, and an axe enchants."

"exactly."

So someone invited a woodman, who knew that the woodman was chopping his hands, and shook his head like a rattle, so he dared not start.

Chopping firewood and chopping hands, there is no comparability at all, okay?

"Consistent money!"

Peng Xin's family thought of the old saying that there must be a brave man under the reward.

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"Both!"

"San Guan ... we set up the document."

The woodman hesitated. "Or ... try?"

Give it a try.

So the woodcutter held a sharp axe, and the Peng family closed their eyes ...

"be quick!"

Langzhong worriedly said: "Don't come and chop the sheep bones for a few times, it will hurt him ...

The woodcutter drank half a catty of wine and looked up, shouting, "Ha!"

The axe is held high, and then struggling to cut down ...

"what……"

The blindfolded Peng Xin screamed, and immediately the scream was overwhelmed by the sound of horseshoes.

"Dajie ..."

The sergeants of Baojie rushed into Zhending City, with small flags on their backs, and the appearance of their heads telling everyone that Song had fought again.

"Shenxian Gong defeated the Liaojun striker in the first war and beheaded three thousand ..."

After the news that the Liao army went south and attacked, the people in Zhending City were very depressed.

They were worried that the Liao army would dump the country south, and Hu Xicheng and others had a conservative approach that made them see no hope.

Even the transit agent feels that he can't beat the Liao people, what can we do?

Just wait for death.

In this depressive atmosphere, the two horses rushed into the city, and the cavalry held their heads to tell everyone ...

"Dajie ... Shenxian Gong decapitated three thousand in one battle and captured one thousand!"

If the original Zhending city is covered with a layer of dense and desperate thick fog, then this news is a weapon to break through the dense fog.

In an instant everyone felt that their hearts were bright, and their eyes were bright.

"Wan Sheng!"

The cheers came suddenly, spreading from the gate, and later the whole city was cheering.

"Wan Sheng!"

Da Song won again!

Those people rejoiced, those who slander Shen An were like mice crossing the street, walked with their heads down, and hurried home to hide.