The best perspective expert

Chapter 172
What about Han Zhenyang?

Han Zhenyang was smoking in the bathroom. Of course, his mind was on Helena, and he was watching Helena's every move closely through the perspective mode. He wanted to see how brave this Helena was.

If she really dared to reach out to his handbag, he would dare to rush out and kill her directly, forgiving that she was not his opponent.

He even vaguely hoped that Helena would really steal his jade pendant, so that he would have a reason to do so, otherwise he would feel guilty for killing such a top-notch big ocean horse for no reason. of.So many good men can't find a wife, but he kills beautiful girls to play, what a waste.

But when he finished smoking a cigarette, Helena held back her hands.

Cut, heartless!

Well, it's your fate, I'll let you go today, and don't fall into my hands in the future, or my brother will destroy everything with his hands.

Han Zhenyang curled his lips, put out the cigarette butt, turned around and returned to the parking lot, and smiled at Helena, "Where do you live, do you want me to see you?"

Helena also forced a smile, "Thank you, I can go back by myself."

"Well, pay attention to safety," Han Zhenyang shrugged his shoulders, and added, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally, "Oh, by the way, the inspection on Jianshe Road has been relatively strict these days, and the traffic police will search for cars."

"Ah?" This sentence made Helena's heart jump again. She was a little out of her mind at this moment, and was frightened by Han Zhenyang's real and fake scare. She even suspected that Han Zhenyang already knew her. I also know what is in her car.

But after thinking about it, she didn't have much contact with Han Zhenyang, and she had only met twice. It was impossible to know her identity, let alone what was hidden in her car, unless Han Zhenyang could see through.

Well, I must be scaring myself!
It must be so!

Helena comforted herself in this way, forced a smile and drove away in a hurry. When she went out, she was almost loaded on the isolation pier.

Seeing Helena's distraught appearance, Han Zhenyang nearly exploded with laughter.

After laughing enough, I drove back to the main store slowly, went shopping with my sister and Tong Zhenzhen to buy new year's goods, walked around a few branches, met with the main staff, gave out red envelopes to refresh my face, and sent Qiao Shengnan to Qiao Shengnan on the 27th. Back to the capital, and then get busy celebrating the New Year, such as writing couplets.

He writes the couplets of his family himself every year, not only for himself, but most of the former neighbors and friends are also arranged by him, who makes his writing look good.

This year, I don't have any neighbors, and my friends don't seem to need him to write anymore. Only Tong Zhenzhen has to leave, so I feel much more free.

The rest of the time is used by him to make delicious food, and he will cook whatever his sister wants. Anyway, there is time and patience to strive for perfection. He learned how to cook Wiener fried rice in that German cafe. The skill of meat, I did it once a few days ago, his sister and Tong Zhenzhen fell in love with it, and asked him to do it again every day.

It is more troublesome to make that thing. Not only does the white toast bread have to be finely chopped, but also the meat steak is beaten finely, which is more labor-intensive.But he still made it patiently. As long as the two girls asked, he would not tire of it. He made it for two days in a row, and there was one piece for every ton of three meals a day, and they were all freshly made. Difference.

Among other things, it took more than a day of research just to bake pure white toast bread.

On the afternoon of the [-]th day, his master, who had been away from home for many days, finally came back, and when he saw Han Zhenyang laughed, "Apprentice, you did a good job. I have heard of your reputation in other places, and you have made a lot of money." money?"

Han Zhenyang chuckled, "It's not a lot, it's a lot, okay, your old man's apprentice goes out, making money is not the same as playing," he said making tea for the old man himself, "Master, where have you been to play?"

"Penglai Pavilion, hehe, I met a few old guys by the way. I thought they were almost dead, but I didn't expect each of them to be tougher than me." The old man was in a very cheerful mood. Han Zhenyang has quietly adjusted it, not to mention that the old man is very healthy and has a lot of skills.In his current state, he could really beat an old pot to death, and he walked like a wind. No one would believe that the old man was already an octogenarian.

"Master, your fellows are also old monsters?" Han Zhenyang clicked his tongue secretly. It can be said that it is an accident that an old man is so tough, but a group of old men are so tough, it can only show that these old men are not ordinary people .

It's normal to think about it, his master is unknown now, but in the past, he was also a top-notch person, and it's normal to make friends with some capable old buddies.

Facing Han Zhenyang's teasing, the old man didn't take it seriously, he just smiled, and seeing that Tong Zhenzhen and Han Xiaoyue were not around, he said in a low voice, "It's Chinese New Year, I'll give you a big red envelope."

"Hehe, do you still have the red envelope? I haven't honored you yet," Han Zhenyang raised his eyebrows, and asked quite unexpectedly, "Master, what's in the red envelope?"

"effort."

"Really?" Han Zhenyang was overjoyed. He is not very interested in other things now, except for kung fu, because the more he practiced, the more he felt that these kung fu handed down are really unique. Although not as powerful as his aura, but in martial arts On the one hand, it's really amazing that the damage caused by seemingly the same movements is actually quite different, just because of the use of different force techniques.

He only knows one set of Taijiquan now, although it is enough, but it is not afraid of too much, even if he does not learn it, it is good to pass it on to future generations, it is better than losing it inexplicably.

For an old world like Master, his skills shouldn't be too bad, right?
Thinking of this, he couldn't wait, and hurriedly asked, "Master, which family's kung fu?"

"A lot of them, hehe, I've brought back everything you can practice." The old man smiled, opened the suitcase and put it in front of Han Zhenyang, "Hey, it's all here, are you satisfied?"

"hiss--"

Looking at the box full of martial arts cheats, Han Zhenyang gasped instantly. Did the old man rob the Chinese martial arts museum?How come the cheat books are still old books?
They are indeed old books, each book is even a little tattered, the pages are yellow and brittle, some are simply dirty, and I don't know how many years old it is.

Turning on the perspective mode, his eyes were full of milky white spiritual energy. Although the amount was not large, it was very pure. He tried to absorb it, but he couldn't absorb it at the first time. These milky white pure spiritual energy seemed to be entrenched in the middle of the river. The rock, motionless, is as stable as Mount Tai, which reminds him of the piles that warriors stand on when they practice martial arts, they are just as stable and as firm as they are.

When he forcibly absorbed it, something changed.

(End of this chapter)