Gorgeous and enchanting supreme ghost doctor (Heavenly Doctor Fengjiu)

He couldn't help but looked up and down at the ghost doctor wearing a mask.Because he couldn't see his face clearly, he guessed from his words and deeds how he was in his twenties!But who knows, he said he was only ten or fifteen?

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

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

A middle-aged man walked over, glanced contemptuously at Feng Jiu wearing a red shirt, then looked at Chairman Ke and made fun of: "Fifteen?"

"Haha, President Ke, where are you looking for a nasty kid to come over? Isn't your black market already empty? You invite such a kid to participate in the panacea contest? Lost your face on the black market?"

When President Ke heard this, his sharp eyes swept towards the middle-aged man with majesty, and he said unceremoniously: "Our black market matters, it seems that it is not your turn to talk about it!"

"Hehe, you have been losing in the black market for three consecutive years, I can understand Chairman Ke's mood."

The middle-aged man gave him a provocative look, and then pulled a young man of 18 or 9 years old behind him, and smiled at Ling Mohan in kindness, and said, "Teacher Ling, this is a child..."

He was interrupted before he finished speaking.

Ling Mohan glanced at the father and son without looking at him. He only fixed his gaze on Feng Jiu, and said, "Little brother, the spirit medicine competition has not started yet, why don't you walk with me?"

"Okay." She smiled and raised the corners of her mouth, and said to Chairman Ke: "I will be back when the big competition starts."

President Ke looked at Ling Mohan in amazement, then looked at Feng Jiu, and then he responded, "Okay, okay, you go!"

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

"What is your relationship with the black market?"

Ling Mohan asked, looking at the little red-clothed boy who was short of him, his brows frowned, no wonder he called his uncle, he was standing with him, indeed like a child who has not grown up yet.

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

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

Hearing this, Feng Jiu looked at him, with a slightly joking gaze, "Uncle, are you still wearing red pants?"

As soon as the voice fell, his eyes glowed like a wolf, staring at him thiefly, and said with a smile: "Actually, I also like red. Look, I am all red."

Hearing this, Ling Mohan only felt a bit of cold, especially when the opponent stared at him like a wolf, making him uncomfortable.

I thought to myself: Does this little boy have any bad habits in that area?

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

Feng Jiu, who didn't know when he got up, leaned forward to him, and almost asked something against his chest.

"what are you doing!"

Ling Mo lowered his face in the cold, and instantly took a few steps back.

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

He stared at him with a stern face, his low voice revealing a cold lesson: "A man should look like a man, like you, how proper!"