thefictionvixens Chapter 539: Night Quiet Healing
Chapter 539: Night Quiet Healing
The young man raised his lips slightly, took the remote control and turned off the TV: "Fortune-telling is mostly false. But in my opinion, the key to success is to please the other party. Mr. Bai is in power at a young age, so he must have something extraordinary. Flattery alone may not win his favor."
"Oh, you're starting to act pretentiously again!" The yellow-haired man looked at him speechlessly, "I haven't even graduated from junior high school yet, and you're wasting my brain cells talking to me about this."
"Haha, sorry. To be frank, when we meet tomorrow, we must neither be impolite nor be too deliberate. Mr. Bai likes new things, so maybe we can start from somewhere else, such as telling him some anecdotes from the outside world, or showing him some skills he has never seen before."
The yellow-haired man's eyes lit up: "You're quite capable! Okay, I'll listen to you! But you have to perform well for me, if you mess up..." He pretended to strangle the young man's neck.
He smiled and slapped the yellow-haired man's hand away, "Stop it, didn't you say you wanted to rest early? Go and rest now."
"Okay, I'll go to sleep first!" Huangmao got up and walked towards the master bedroom. After a while, snoring sounded through the wall, like an old tractor.
The young man collected and folded the clothes of the two people on the balcony, quietly closed the door of his bedroom, sat cross-legged on the bed and began to heal his wounds.
His ten knuckles made subtle popping sounds, and his hands formed a mysterious seal at a speed that was difficult to discern with the naked eye. His ring finger and little finger were bent inward, his middle finger and index finger were pointed up to the sky like swords, and his thumb lightly touched the Laogong acupoint on the palm.
The moment his eyes closed, a faint blue light shone from his brows. This blue light spread like a spider web to his limbs and bones. His originally stagnant internal energy suddenly became smooth, passing through blocked meridians like a swimming fish, causing a series of subtle explosions at the injured area.
The moonlight outside the window had become as thick as milk at some point, pouring in through the dusty glass and condensing into a three-foot square cocoon of light around him.
Inside the light cocoon, the young man's silhouette began to blur. Countless tiny spots of light seeped out from the pores of his skin and gathered into flowing talismans in the air.
After one night, the light cocoon quietly dissipated.
The young man slowly opened his eyes, and a barely perceptible clarity flashed in his eyes. The dull pain in his right chest had been alleviated by a lot, and only a slight stagnation remained deep in his dantian.
"In a few days, we should be able to find the thief and get back the stolen items."
The morning light had just climbed up the mottled security window, and the young man had already polished the stove to a shine. The white porridge in the cast iron pot was bubbling, the pickled radish was cut into evenly thin strips and placed on a celadon plate, and the eggs in the oil pan were sizzling, with the edges turning an attractive brown.
"Brother, it's time to get up." He called softly through the door.
There was a rustling sound of quilts rubbing against each other in the room, followed by the yellow-haired man mumbling incoherently: "What time is it... I'm so sleepy..."
"It's seven o'clock," the young man said as he put breakfast on the table, "If you don't get up, the porridge will get cold."
"Here I come!" The yellow-haired man rushed out in slippers, his hair sticking up like a bird's nest.
He sat down and stared at the soft-boiled egg in the bowl in a daze. After a long while, he put down his chopsticks and said, "I say, how about we not go to see Mr. Bai?"
The young man paused as he was putting shredded radish into the plate. "Why do you say that suddenly?"
"Why do you think so?" Huangmao scratched his messy hair. "Look, you can cook, wash clothes, and chat with me. If I send you over, who will cook three meals a day for me? Who will listen to my bragging in the middle of the night?"
The young man raised a faint smile and pushed the plate in front of the yellow-haired man, "Brother, are you reluctant to leave me?"
"Who, who can't bear to leave!" The yellow-haired man stiffened his neck, grabbed the chopsticks and took two mouthfuls of porridge, gasping for air because of the heat. "I just think that Mr. Bai has a weird temper. What if he doesn't like you and kills you..." He made a gesture of wiping his neck.
"No." The young man poured himself a bowl of porridge. "I had already thought of an excuse last night. Although Master Bai is young, he can lead the Sky Eye Society. He must be a person who appreciates talent. I just need to show some real skills, and he will definitely appreciate me."
The yellow-haired man stared at the young man's gentle appearance, feeling annoyed. He put the bowl down heavily, "But I always feel uneasy..."
Before he finished speaking, his cell phone suddenly rang. He took out his cell phone and saw that it was a text message from the Second Hall Master: "In one hour, bring your cousin to see Master Bai on time."
"Well, it's too late to regret now." Huangmao threw his phone on the table and scooped a large spoonful of porridge into his mouth. "Eat quickly and change your clothes after eating. Oh, and put on the most expensive suit!"
Ten minutes later, the young man came out of the room. His dark blue suit fit his body perfectly, his tie was neatly tied, and his leather shoes were polished to a shine.
Huang Mao leaned against the door frame, cigarette in mouth, looking him up and down: "Tsk tsk, you just stand there, you can attract both men and women!"
"Haha, brother, you're teasing me again." He walked to the entrance and took the car keys for Huangmao, "Let's go, don't keep the Second Hall Master and Mr. Bai waiting for too long."
Along the way, Huangmao drove much slower than usual. When passing an intersection, he suddenly turned the steering wheel, and the car drifted in the middle of the road. The tires rubbed against the ground and made a sharp scream. He stopped the car on the side of the road and got out.
"Damn it, I'm not going! I'm not going no matter what!"
The young man unbuckled his seat belt and walked to his side. "Brother, a gentleman's word is as good as his bond. I promised the Second Hall Master last night. If I go back on my word now, wouldn't that be a breach of trust?"
"If you break your promise, then break your promise! You don't even know what that place is. If I really send you there, who knows how those people will torture you!"
He squatted down, grasping his hair with his fingers, his voice full of regret: "I am such a fool! Life was going well, why did I send you away? Now you don't know anything, and you are still stupidly counting money for me."
The young man walked over to the yellow-haired man, squatted down, and patted him on the back. "I understand. You are worried that I will suffer. I am grateful for your care these days. How can I blame you?"
The yellow-haired man raised his head suddenly, his eyes reddened, "Bullshit care! I'm just a bastard, pushing you into the fire pit for money! The Eye of the Sky is a den of dragons and tigers, I'm afraid you'll go there..."
"I understand." The young man interrupted him, "The world is full of unknowns and dangers. If we hesitate to move forward out of fear, wouldn't it be a pity?
Besides, I am not a powerless person. If Mr. Bai really loves talents, he will definitely give me a chance to show my abilities. If he is not a wise leader, I will also have a way to escape. "
He paused, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and gently wiped away the tears on Huangmao's face: "You and I are both wanderers, and it is not easy for us to meet. You took me in and took care of me. This friendship is more precious than anything else."
The young man stood up and stretched out his hand to pull him. "Besides, there are several other girls going this time, and Mr. Bai may not choose me. Don't easily regret what you promised to others. This is the principle of life. Let's go to see Mr. Bai and do our best. Whether it succeeds or not is up to fate."