Dreamland Guide

Xia Bozhou tried his best to maintain his composure. After decades of cultivation, he seemed calm on his skin. He looked up at Aoki and said, "It's interesting."

He only said that it was a bit interesting, but didn't say that you won. It was not that he wanted to cheat, but that the safety of the old man was too important, and despite the miraculous means shown by this young man, it was not the right way in his eyes.

"The so-called'to be together, to win by surprise', today you are considered to be surprisingly successful, but it is not for long, just like a conjure. Once it is put through, it is not surprising. People naturally have a way to deal with it. Regardless of the country, the family or the individual, If you want to keep a foothold for a long time, you must rely on strength, on the right path that can extend to children and grandchildren, not on conspiracy and tricks."

Xia Bozhou did not become weak because of Aoki's condescending position. Instead, he talked freely and talked about the principles. Hearing Xia Wenyuan, who was sitting in a wheelchair on the second floor, nodded and smiled frequently.

Aoki helped Xia Bozhou to wipe the ashes off his shirt, still holding only a small half of his cigarette **** in his mouth, and said, "Do you think I'm doing a trick?"

Perhaps because the falling soot still contained sparks, a small hole with a ring of burnt yellow was burnt out on the white shirt.

Xia Bozhou was a little annoyed. It wasn't that he felt distressed about the shirt, but that he felt insulted. But he restrained his emotions as much as possible, saying: "I can't see it for a while, doesn't mean I can't see it forever."

Aoki nodded and said, "What you said makes sense, then we will do it again. You should prepare well and see if I am conjure."

He straightened up as he spoke, and walked back to the place where he was just now.

Looking at Aoki, Xia Bozhou always felt something was wrong, thinking about it, and suddenly realized what was wrong--the cigarette in Aoki's mouth was half burning, and there was half of crumbling soot hanging in front of him.

Looking at Xiao Wang again, he stood there gracefully, without moving a step.

Xia Bozhou understood in an instant that what happened just now was just an illusion.

He took a deep breath, and a knowing smile appeared on his face, as if he had seen through the ending of a suspense movie. However, when he lowered his head to look at his shirt, his heart throbbed again—the original smooth white shirt had a small hole with a cigarette **** burnt.

"Xiao Wang, what happened just now?" Xia Borhou asked.

Xiao Wang looked blank: "Nothing, Xia Dong!"

Xia Bozhou felt a bit wicked, and saw Aoki stepping over again, adjusting the collar of the first bodyguard, exactly the same as the action just now.

"Xiao Wang, did you see him coming?" He asked again.

Xiao Wang said, "I saw it."

"Why don't your people stop him?"

"It's stopping!"

As he spoke, Xiao Wang took a step forward, blocking Xia Bozhou's body.

"Blocking?"

Xia Bozhou felt very strange. Those people were standing there without moving, but Xiao Wang said they were stopping. He saw Xiao Wang standing there, his hands clenched into fists, the muscles on his arms were tight, and sweat dripped from his forehead, as if he was facing an enemy.

However, at this time, Aoki was still lazy, and stepped towards him. When he passed by Xiao Wang, Xiao Wang turned a blind eye, as if Aoki was a transparent person.

Aoki came to Xia Bozhou again, leaned over and asked, "Do you still think I'm doing a trick?"

The long soot fell down and landed on Xia Bozhou's white shirt, but this time it landed on the left chest, exactly symmetrical to the right chest of the previous time.

"This is... an illusion?" Although Xia Bozhou remained calm, his tone was not as confident as before.

He unconsciously looked at the soot falling on the shirt, touched it with his hand, and the fingerprints were covered with gray powder, leaving a stain on the shirt with a small browned hole in the middle. This feeling is extremely real.

Aoki smiled and said, "Can you declare you win or lose?"

Xia Bozhou closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, calming his trance and flustered heartbeat. At this time, he heard the sound of kicking footsteps again, and then the mountain-like pressure on his chest disappeared.

He opened his eyes and saw Aoki return to where he was just now, standing unceasingly, with his hands in his trouser pockets, with cigarettes in his mouth, half of the ashes crumbling.

Xia Bozhou looked down at the two smoke holes on his shirt, always wondering what was going on. If it was just an illusion, where did these two smoke tunnels come from? If it weren't an illusion, the young man's cigarette hasn't been touched yet!

"You are really good," he said.

Aoki said, "You don't seem to be completely convinced."

Xia Bozhou said: "If your ability is normal, I'm convinced, I believe you can be anyone's bodyguard."

"He can be more than just a bodyguard!" Xia Wenyuan's voice came from the upper floor.

Everyone looked up, but no one was seen. After a while, the elevator door opened, and Xia Wenyuan controlled the smart wheelchair to get out of the door.

"Dad--" Xia Bozhou yelled, and quickly stood up and ran to help the wheelchair, "Why did you get off alone, where's Li Wei?"

Xia Wenyuan said: "You have brought so many bodyguards into the house, what do you want Li Wei to do?"

"Oh, Xiao Wang and Li Wei said hello, just let them and Mr. Aoki have a discussion, there is no other meaning, Aunt Xia can testify."

Seeing that Xia Wenyuan was unhappy, Xia Bozhou used his eyes to signal Xiao Wang to let everyone underneath go out.

Xia Wenyuan asked: "Have you finished the discussion?"

Xia Bozhou said: "It's over, it's all right."

Aoki said, "Xia Dong, you haven't announced your winning or losing yet!"

Xia Bozhou said: "Is winning or losing that important?"

Xia Wenyuan said: "Since the rules are set, there must always be a result."

Xia Bozhou said embarrassedly: "Dad, it's okay for me to surrender. I have accepted Mr. Aoki's ability, but if you leave your safety to him, I'm still...not at ease!"

Xia Wenyuan said: "Businessmen attach importance to integrity, and this is also the foundation of our Xia family. You will have to provoke the burden of the entire family in the future, and you must not lose your duty. If you don't understand this truth, don't think about the position of the patriarch. ."

Xia Bozhou raised his eyebrows with joy and said, "Dad, I know. Don't worry, I will give him the money I promised. In a while, I will let the finances allocate 50 million to him, but your safety..."

Aoki smiled and said, "So this is what you really think in your heart!"

"What's the real idea?" Xia Bozhou was a little panicked inexplicably.

"The subconscious mind doesn't deceive people. It's hard for you to think about honesty~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It's okay to be the successor of the Xia family in the future!" Aoki said.

Xia Bozhou turned around and stared at Aoki fiercely. He wanted to ask him why he was talking nonsense, but suddenly his heart jumped wildly.

He saw Aoki standing there lazily, with his hands in his trouser pockets, half of the cigarette in his mouth, half of the ashes teetering.

While he himself was sitting on the sofa, Xiao Wang and his bodyguards were scattered around him, waiting for him.

Xia Bozhou's heart beat more and more fiercely, and his breathing became tighter. He turned his neck hard and looked up to see Xia Wenyuan on the second floor, sitting in a wheelchair looking at them. Li Wei stood behind Xia Wenyuan.

"Can you declare a win or lose?" Aoki asked, and half of the soot fell to the ground with the shaking of his lips.

Xia Bozhou's chest was violently up and down, and he looked down at his shirt.

The shirt was flat and clean, as white as snow, without any stains.

"You won." Xia Bozhou said. Reading Net