Chapter 67 The Old Man's Invitation

The North Shaanxi folk song in the Audi car did sound a little out of tune. Pan Hongsheng originally wanted to sit in the co-pilot, but Lin Hongyi inexplicably made him confused and still sat in the back row.

Pan Hongsheng, with a reluctant face, sat in the back row for a minute. After a minute, his dissatisfaction turned into gratitude in an instant. Because through the brown glass window, Pan Hongsheng saw a man walking slowly, but a domineering old man came towards him with his mouth.

"Dad?" Pan Hongsheng, who couldn't hide his surprise, unconsciously wrote his expression on his face and whispered.

"I didn't expect it?" Lin Hongyi, sitting in the driver's seat, had a smiling expression on her face, as if waiting to watch Pan Hongsheng's good show.

"Why are you with my father?" Pan Hongsheng, who frowned, looked at the old man ten meters away and asked Lin Hongyi.

"Can't we be together? Sooner or later, we will be a family. Is there anything behind my back? Lin Hongyi looked at Pan Hongsheng with deep meaning, and her tone was calm and did not notice anything abnormal, but Pan Hongsheng couldn't help but feel cold in his spine.

Pan Hongsheng dared not think about what will happen with Lin Hongyi, a demon who has been close to the great wisdom, and the old man who has long become a Buddha and an immortal. Now what he is looking forward to is not that the two will not have a conflict, but that the other two people will black themselves together.

Pan Hongsheng, who sat in the back and did not dare to breathe, waited for a long time. When he saw the car door open, he immediately put on an excited face like seeing a fairy, and called his father twice to the old man.

Reaching out his hand and not hitting the smiling face. Although Pan Hongsheng is as tired as a dead dog, he feels sore and swollen when the muscles all over his body move, but even so, he still has to nod to his father.

"Didn't I see you like basketball so much at the beginning?" Dad, who sat on the co-pilot at all, listened to the northern Shaanxi folk songs in the car with a satisfied face. He smashed his mouth and didn't look back. He asked Pan Hongsheng.

"I don't like it very much. Don't you want to exercise? I just got out of the hospital." With a grin, Pan Hongsheng really didn't want to lie, but after all, Lin Hongyi was still there. The difference between telling a truth and a lie was that one person beat him and two people beat him.

"Really?" The car slowly drove out, and the father raised his eyebrows and was indescribably obscene.

"Fake..." Looking at the old man's expressionless face, Pan Hongsheng was stunned for three seconds and finally lost.

The young man has been scared by the shadow of the old man. He would rather tell the truth and be disabled than to be killed by telling lies.

However, fortunately, the old man didn't ask again after hearing that Pan Hongsheng took the initiative to admit his mistake, otherwise this matter would really not have been so easy to explain.

After all, it was because of Tang Jiajia that he played. The old man asked questions and finally found that Lin Hongyi was extremely disappointed in herself, and maybe she would leave her.

Pan Hongsheng, who was slightly relieved, looked at Lin Hongyi's expression from the mirror. Although he smiled very funny, it was normal.

"Dad, why are you here?"

Although Pan Hongsheng was curious about Lin Hongyi's appearance here, he could barely accept it, but his father's appearance here really made him a little elusive. God knows whether this old and two fairy demons will set a trap for himself.

"Can't I come here? Xiao Lin said that you had a game today, so he picked me up specially. I came to see you when I have nothing to do. Dad said happily.

"Does Hongyi know about my game?" Pan Hongsheng didn't ask Lin Hongyi. He knew that he couldn't ask anything. He simply asked his father directly. After all, the old man would definitely not turn his elbow out.

"I know, you called me yesterday. It's all a small matter. You boy told me how snow boxing is doing." The old man is still laughing, but he has already relied on the old man to change the topic.

After all, Pan Hongsheng was raised with a whip and a brick, and the old man was also distressed that the young child would be beaten by others.

"I practiced for a while when I was in bed, but I didn't practice much because of a leg injury." Pan Hongsheng sighed and said.

Although his injury has broken through to the realm of refining gas and transforming gods, and his strength and body are twice as strong as before, in fact, he, who was stuck in the bottleneck, can fully understand more skills during this period of cultivation, but the injury on his leg forced him to give up.

Martial arts are like this. Strength is on the one hand, and skill is also on the other hand, just like four or two strokes of a thousand catties. Although Taiji is much exaggerated, this method of borrowing strength is too common in real fighting.

If Pan Hongsheng is not injured and breaks through the current state, I'm afraid his strength will rise a lot.

"Then hurry up when your legs are better. Your bodyguard is not reliable at all. You are always the first to be injured." It seems that he heard the decline of Pan Hongsheng. The old man didn't say much. He loved this child more than anyone else.

An old man rides on his neck like a monkey from a naughty boy. It's easy to beat or scold and raise an adult. There are too many hardships and intentions. Pan Hongsheng is not the old man's forbidden, but it is definitely a heart. Whoever wants to pinch it must always weigh the big Buddha behind him.

"Oak, by the way, Dad, are you really not going to learn snow boxing?" Pan Hongsheng, who grew out of breath, nodded and then suddenly asked.

The first time he saw the old man after he came back from Mount Emei, he told the old man about the snow fist, and he also put on a posture at that time. Although he was kicked away by the old man, he also saw the joy in the old man's eyes. At that time, he mentioned giving the snow fist to the old man once, but the old man sneered.

"If you don't learn, you will be the champion in thirty-six lines. I let you learn it all because I want you to be better than your father. Since you want to be a miscellaneous, you have to be really miscellaneous enough. Otherwise, if you don't draw a tiger, you won't become an anti-dog, and it's still yourself that makes you laugh and ashamed!" Shaking his head, the old man seemed to be very resentful.

Pan Hongsheng, who didn't dare to say more words, sat in the back like a cat. He had nothing to do and looked at his trousers. He found a blood mark on his leg and curled his lips and loosened it again.

In the eyes of others, this kind of injury basically has to go directly to the hospital, but in Pan Hongsheng's opinion, it is only a serious skin injury. Although there is a lot of bleeding, it has stopped now. As long as you go back and have a good rest for a while, it is enough.

"Hongyi, where are we going now?" Looking at the road that he didn't seem to have walked, Pan Hongsheng hesitated for a while and finally asked Lin Hongyi.

After all, it may be because he has done something wrong. Pan Hongsheng is a little afraid to face Lin Hongyi. Pan Hongsheng, a woman with such a smart head, knows that he can't control it, and it is already the greatest merit to not be sadistic.

"Send the old man back first and go home in the evening." Lin Hongyi's voice is still very crisp. Compared with the shocking appearance on the field at that time and a daunting violent slam dunk, at this moment, she is beautiful like an ink painting, elegant and natural, elegant and excellent.

"I'll go back with you, too?" Pan Hongsheng, who was moved, was slightly stunned, and then suddenly remembered the days when he and Lin Hongyi 'cohabited together'. A smile was about to appear on his face, but he thought of the severe torture he was about to face when he went back, and his face was indescribably wonderful.

"What kind of dog fart do you have? You have to follow me tonight!"

The strange sound made Pan Hongsheng trembling, and then nodded and curled up behind as if he had been kidnapped.