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Disciples of the Tang Sect are engaged in assassination, so their temperaments tend to be gloomy. They always have a cold face to the outside world, seeming to be distant from others, and extremely difficult to get along with.
But that's just an appearance.
Gu Shenyan felt that this young man was somewhat similar to the Tang Sect disciple he had come into contact with, not only because of their similar temperament and identical paralyzed face, but most importantly, because of his eyes.
Mencius said: Nothing exists better than the eyes.
It means that when looking at people, you have to look at their eyes.
Of course, this sentence may not apply to everyone, but Gu Shenyan believes that judging a person's character from his eyes is indeed more accurate than looking at his face.
And the red eyes, at first glance, look like a pool of stagnant water, which is a bit too deep, but if there is a slight mood swing, it will be clear and clear.
It¡¯s surprisingly easy to understand, you don¡¯t even have to guess.
He had also experienced this kind of contrast with that Tang Sect disciple.
¡°¡Thank you very much.¡±
After a brief moment of surprise, Dianhong looked away, lowered his eyes and thanked Gu Shenyan in a low voice.
Perhaps because he had been unconscious for too long, his voice was a little hoarse.
Gu Shenyan found that his way of pronunciation was also very unique. It was particularly short and low. It was neither pleasant nor unpleasant, but it was definitely impressive.
"It's just a little effort." Gu Shenyan smiled and turned to look aside.
Baozi is walking towards this side with his clothes in his arms.
That was one of the few black robes in Gu Shenyan¡¯s wardrobe. She had not worn it a few times since buying it. The style was relatively loose, so it should fit this person just fine.
Facts have proved that Gu Shenyan¡¯s vision is indeed good.
The little red guy is slightly taller than Gu Shenyan, and the clothes fit him perfectly, making his figure look particularly slender and straight.
Those broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs are really enviable to look at.
Baozi couldn't help but smacked his lips, turned around and asked his boss in a low voice: "If I drink an extra bowl of bone soup every day, will I be able to grow as tall as him in the future?"
¡°Well, Gu Shenyan told him that he could grow taller if he kept drinking bone broth.
So now he basically drinks a big bowl every day.
But the effect seems not as significant as expected?
Maybe it¡¯s because you didn¡¯t drink enough?
Gu Shenyan glanced at the bun, which was less than 1.4 meters tall, and then at Dian Hong, who was half a head taller than himself. It was difficult to say yes without conscience.
Height is really something that cannot be forced. It mainly depends on innate conditions.
With regard to the innate condition of Baozi, no matter how hard we try to make up for it the day after tomorrow, I am afraid it will be impossible to break through the 1.7 meter barrier.
Want to have long legs of the same style that are at least 1.85 meters tall? impossible.
Gu Shenyan's silence made Baozi extremely depressed. He drooped his head and muttered in frustration and unwillingness: "I don't care. Anyway, starting from today, I will drink an extra bowl of bone broth every day."
Maybe it won¡¯t work even if you try.
But if you don¡¯t even give it a try, it¡¯s even more impossible.
Gu Shenyan raised his hand and rubbed his little boy's head, and said dotingly: "Okay, okay, you can drink as much as you want, but if you eat too much at night, you can't just rest and do more exercise. "
¡°Then boss, can you take me with you when you go to practice sword practice?¡±
Baozi¡¯s eyes lit up, and his little mind immediately became active: ¡°I promise I won¡¯t disturb you, just watch from a distance!¡±
Baozi, who was lucky enough to witness his boss¡¯s swordsmanship last night, said that although he couldn¡¯t understand it, it didn¡¯t affect his crazy admiration for his boss.
The way the boss looks with his sword is really cool.
It makes people¡¯s hearts beat just looking at it.
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Standing by the side, Dian Hong¡¯s eyes flashed slightly, and he subconsciously looked at Gu Shenyan¡¯s hand hanging by his side.
The skin on his hands is as white as snow, the fingers are slender, the fingertips are vaguely covered with a thin layer of calluses, the joints are slightly convex, and the nails are neatly trimmed - they are indeed the hands of a swordsman.
But his appearance is too deceiving, and his aura is well hidden.
"Had I not heard Baozi mention the word "sword practice" and then noticed Gu Shenyan's hands, Xiaohong would never have noticed that the young man in white clothes in front of him, who exuded an elegant atmosphere, was actually a martial arts practitioner.
This person¡¯s cultivation must be far above his own.
A little red look?
Looking past the young man standing opposite him, Gu Shenyan cast his gaze on the flowerbed behind him and said meaningfully: "Your current physical condition is like a plant that looks vibrant on the outside, but its roots have begun to rot. of flowers.¡±
When Gu Shenyan was applying medicine to Dian Hong before, she accidentally saw the scars on his body.
New, old, deep, shallow, those criss-crossing scars covered almost every inch of his skin.
Out of curiosity, Gu Shenyan took his pulse.
The result shown by the pulse condition is obviously not optimistic.
"Perhaps just a seemingly ordinary breeze will destroy the remaining vitality." Gu Shenyan said the reason for his refusal without being tactful -
He was afraid that if he accidentally failed to control his strength, he would kill Dian Hong.
A little red: ""
So to sum it up, you mean you think I¡¯m too fragile and you can¡¯t help but beat me? (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com