Wrongly practicing evil skills, imitating the laws of nature.

Chapter 164 The miracle doctor's effect begins to show, Lao Guo suffers a disaster (Please order)

Old Guo is gone.

Sent away.

He was put into a sack without knowing what was happening, and was put into the sack without knowing what was happening.

He just felt like he had a weird dream.

In the dream, his body seemed to be leaking water, and someone seemed to be writing on him, and he vaguely heard some nonsense like "My skin color is uneven.", "I also want to remove the mole inside.", "Then follow me into the house.", "Let's experiment on Lao Guo first."

Afterwards, Lao Guo woke up suddenly and found himself lying on a street, surrounded by a group of middle-aged women and men.

Is this Xiaochun Town?
The group of people looked at him and pointed.

Lao Guo touched his leg out of habit and found that it was not broken.

But the next moment, he was so scared that he almost jumped up.

Because his trousers were only as long as his underwear, the word "正" was engraved all over his thighs.

No, not only on the legs, but also on the belly.

These "正" characters were like scars, giving the feeling of penetrating deep into the flesh and blood, but he didn't feel much pain.

"What is the quirk of the word '正' at this moment?"

"I heard that some masters who have played with it like to leave a mark on people."

“But isn’t this too much marking?”

"Wait, isn't this the storyteller Lao Guo?"

When Lao Guo heard that someone recognized him, he quickly protected his thighs with his hands and ran out.

When he ran away, more people gathered around and laughed at him.

The key point is that he has too many "positive" characters on his legs, which cannot be concealed at all. Combined with his ultra-short shorts and belly-baring top, he immediately attracted a lot of attention.

“Do storytellers still need to do these things?”

"Some powerful listeners have strange habits."

Old Guo rushed back home with his legs straight and his crotch-length shorts on, and quickly changed into new clothes to cover himself up tightly.

He remembered that it was morning when he was covered by the sack, but now it was afternoon.

He had wanted to keep the audience waiting anxiously, and this wait was long enough.

At this time, Lao Guo’s wife heard the noise and ran over.

Suddenly seeing Lao Guo sorting out his clothes, his wife couldn't help but said depressedly: "The boss has come to our house to look for you several times, where have you been?"

"I don't know either." Lao Guo said with a nervous look on his face.

What happened today was really too bizarre. Even Lao Guo himself couldn’t figure out what had happened or where he had been. He always felt dizzy, as if he had traveled to some terrifying place.

But as a bloodthirsty storyteller, how could he not tell stories?

Lao Guo packed up and prepared to continue telling stories.

Since your leg is not broken, why don’t you continue telling stories?

This incident today must have been done by the old devil’s followers. Do they want to scare me, Old Guo, in this way?

no way!

Lao Guo’s bloodthirsty storytelling has been going on for a long time.

For a moment, his desire to tell stories surged again, and he quickly packed up and went.

Lao Guo returned to the teahouse. The boss wanted to scold him, but after seeing him, even without listening to his explanation, his anger subsided a lot. He even told him with concern to get ready and be careful of being hit.

After all, there are his die-hard listeners here who have been waiting from morning to afternoon.

Lao Guo looked at his clothes and then at the mirror, and found that there was really no "normal" look on him.

But he always felt that whether it was his wife or the teahouse owner, the way they looked at him was a little strange.

I don’t know what’s wrong.

Even though he had the official title "Zheng", Lao Guo was still telling stories with all his heart. Although some people scolded him and wanted to hit him at one point, as Lao Guo continued to talk, everyone was immediately absorbed in the story.

On the other side, inside Yuzhu Villa.

Feng Ling'er came out of Duan Yun's room, and as soon as she came out, she was met with unfriendly gazes from Shen Ying and the Murong brothers.

Feng Ling'er couldn't help but say, "Why are you looking at me? I just asked Doctor Duan to remove a mole for me."

Shen Ying complained: "How ugly is that mole on the inside of your thigh? I'm anxious for him to help you remove it."

Brother Murong's face turned green and he said, "Yes, the hair and skin on our body are inherited from our parents, sister. Some small moles have nothing to do with beauty, so don't bother Doctor Duan."

"Besides, there are differences between men and women."

He added. Feng Ling'er didn't care at all and said, "Why are you so anxious about the matter between me and Doctor Duan? I'll think about whether I should remove the mole on my butt."

Shen Ying's face turned green and she said, "Butt? You dare to do that?"

Brother Murong said with a look of panic: "Sister, please don't do this. We really don't want to do this."

Feng Ling'er smiled contemptuously and said, "Why shouldn't I want it? I just want Doctor Duan to make me perfect. It's not like I haven't paid for it."

The Murong brothers scolded: "You dare to mess around, I won't agree, I will tell father!"

Feng Linger looked at Brother Murong with contempt and said, "Let's not talk about old man Murong and the only son of the Murong family. Why do you control me? You are so old and you still want to complain. Brother Murong, I really overestimated you before."

When she spoke, she deliberately emphasized the word "only son" to emphasize the irresponsibility of the head of the Murong family.

"I"

Before Brother Murong could finish his words, Feng Ling'er had already imitated Shen Ying's behavior that day and walked away with elegant lotus steps.

It was as if there was a mole missing from the inside of her thigh, and she became more feminine.

Shen Ying glanced at the Murong brothers and said angrily, "You are so useless that you can't even take care of a sister."

Brother Murong felt very miserable and thought about his recent image.

Even more bitter!
His half-sister wanted to kill him because of love turning into hate. Now she doesn't want to kill him anymore, but looks down on him. He cares about her, but she doesn't listen, so he can only blame his father.

As a result, both my father and I were looked down upon.

I thought my brother Murong was the most handsome and dashing man in the three generations of the Murong family, but I didn't expect that he would be despised like this.

"Old Demon Duan, I order you to remove all the scars from my body immediately!"

"Leave no one behind!"

It was already night when Lao Guo finished his lecture.

Perhaps it was because he suddenly disappeared for half a day today that stimulated the audience. Today, the audience was really hungry and kept asking him to perform more.

And his reward more than doubled.

This is the charm of storytelling.

The sense of accomplishment in storytelling soared, making Lao Guo feel as if he was floating in the air.

They wanted to trick me, but it turned out to be a blessing in disguise for me, Old Guo!
The storytelling career has taken a step forward.

Lao Guo was in a good mood and bought some roast meat and sake as a midnight snack.

I was frightened today, but I also gained a lot, so it's worth a good meal.

As a result, when he turned into an alley, he was suddenly caught.

"What are you doing?" Lao Guo asked in panic.

"You are a storyteller, you have such delicate skin and tender flesh, who are you trying to seduce by posing there?"

One of the men said gloomily.

Lao Guo was suddenly startled and asked, "What are you going to do?"

Because at this time, someone was already taking off his clothes.

"What do you think?" the man asked back.

"I am old."

Old Guo broke out in cold sweat and said in panic.

At this moment, he knew what was wrong with him. Apart from the word "正" on his body, his appearance seemed to have not changed at all, but in fact, there were changes.

Fair skin and tender flesh. This person said that he had fair skin and tender flesh. He was a middle-aged storyteller, but apart from the regular characters on his body, he actually had fair skin and tender flesh.

"Brother, there are words all over his legs." said the younger brother who was taking off his pants next to him.

"This bastard! Still pretending to be serious!"

"No, no!"

"what!"

In the dark alley at night, Lao Guo's screams were heard.

This scream was very similar to the previous broken leg scream, but also somewhat different.

The next day, Lao Guo did not come to tell stories.

The teahouse owner came to the door anxiously, only to see Lao Guo lying on the bed, saying weakly: "Boss, I really can't do it today."

"What's wrong with you?" the teahouse owner asked with concern.

"It hurts. My butt hurts."

(End of this chapter)