Chapter 561: To Rob Someone Is to Rob Them of Their Taste. Those Who Are Kidnapped Do Not Count.

However, even though he said this, the middle-aged man still didn't know.

So he simply changed his position, got closer to the bed, and continued to ask: "Tell me, there is obviously a better way, a more foolproof way, why do you do this? It's so thankless, what do you want? "

Perhaps this person asked too many questions. The man Qingjun was a little annoyed. He frowned slightly, turned over, put his arms under his head, and asked slowly, "Can't you tell?"

The middle-aged man shook his head: "I really can't guess what you are thinking."

"Since you can't guess it, can you understand what I said?"

"You can tell me first. Whether you can listen clearly or not, I will make my own judgment."

He asked again and again, and for the sake of Turgen's purity, the Qingjun man raised his eyebrows, but he was not afraid to explain: "If you want to keep one person, what are the requirements?"

The middle-aged man replied: "It depends on whether you keep him as a boy or a girl, old or young, what kind of relationship it has with you, and why you keep him."

The Qingjun man smiled: "Neither a boy nor a girl, sometimes a boy, sometimes a girl, neither too old nor too young, the relationship is simple, let him be... fall in love with him."

These words were so straightforward that the middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then smacked his lips and said: "If that's the case, then you should try your best. If you want to turn the person to the bed, you must put some thought into it, use some sweetness, and treat the person." Be nice, be considerate, once or twice, and with a few contacts, things will fall into place naturally."

Qingjun man nodded, agreed with this point of view, and asked: "What if there are others around him?"

"Are they her relatives and friends? Or someone she likes?"

"Both."

"Then grab her by force and lock her up for a few days, so that she can forget about her old friends and return to you."

"What if that person has a firm mind and is not deceived, so he can't rob him forcefully?"

"Huh?" The middle-aged man became a little more serious and asked with a frown: "You mean, you are interested in that target and are indifferent to your illusion?"

The man Qingjun said nothing, but there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.

"Are your skills rusty?" the middle-aged man could only guess.

But he was scoffed by the other party and said casually: "If he is unfamiliar, how can he know the child so accurately, when will he get sick, when will he recover, when will he fall asleep, and when will he wake up from the dream?"

When he said this, the middle-aged man remembered and suddenly realized: "So you didn't capture the little girl for her skin? Just to practice your skills? Are you sure your skills are good?"

"Otherwise?" Qingjun man said calmly: "The skin is too thick to make a good lantern."

"I remember that you used to make rough leather lanterns, saying they would burn longer..."

“It’s best if the thickness is appropriate. If it’s too thick, you’ll get twice the result with half the effort.”

The middle-aged man thought for a while and then asked: "So you took the person away for so long, really just for fun? And then you returned it after you finished playing?"

"Did I return it?" Man Qingjun raised his lips: "It was just a nail put there. At the critical moment, it is still for my use."

The middle-aged man sighed: "Then you had a great time. How did you fall into such a big hole this time? Looking at you now, I'm afraid it won't be fully healed in less than half a year."

The Qingjun man pursed his lips and his face turned gloomy: "I underestimated you, besides..."

"Besides?"

"Someone helped them."

"Um?"

The Qingjun man stopped talking, and just closed his eyes slightly tiredly. After a while, he opened them again and said, "However, I haven't given up yet. In a few days, in a few days, that person will be mine after all."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man rudely poked his arm with his hand, just hitting his wound. Seeing the other person frowning, he asked: "How many days will it take? I'm afraid it will be ten days, twenty days, thirty days." You can't snatch it away, so I said, why don't you use a more appropriate method while you are safe? You will cause a lot of trouble for yourself. Now a wanted order has been issued. If you want to enter Guyong Mansion again , you have to change your face again, you are still picky, ugly, and don’t want a face with thick leather. How long have you been looking for this face now? Think about it for yourself, in this moment and a half Yes, where can you find another one?"

The Qingjun man touched his face and seemed to be thinking seriously. After a while, he murmured: "It's hard to find..."

"No." The middle-aged man found it troublesome just thinking about it, and hurriedly distanced himself from the relationship: "In short, you can handle your affairs yourself. This house can accommodate you, but I don't care about the person. It's the person you like. Yes, you are the one asking for trouble, you are responsible for the trouble you caused, and there is no one to clean up the aftermath for you."

The Qingjun man stopped talking. He just rubbed his face and said calmly: "You don't understand... robbing people is to get their taste. Those who are kidnapped do not count."

So, are you committing suicide like this just to find excitement?

The middle-aged man wanted to scold this naughty kid for being so troublesome.

But when he thought about it, it was none of his business anyway. The worst he could do was find the Yamen and run away on his own. He had never participated in anything this man did. At best, he was just a bystander. Even if someone wanted to find him Trouble, can't find the reason.

To put it casually, he is just a patriotic and law-abiding, down-to-earth ordinary person. His eyes can only see the cows in the field and the horses in the shed. He cannot see, hear or know anything else.

Including someone who killed someone himself, took out the skin, gouged out the eyes, and chopped up the other corpses and sent them to him to fertilize his fields. He had no idea what the minced meat was. Well, he just didn’t know that. It was human flesh, so he was innocent.

Seeing that the man on the bed was about to fall asleep, the middle-aged man thought for a while and asked naggingly: "So, when are you going to change your hobby of making lanterns?"

The man with his eyes closed smiled casually: "Didn't you advise me to find an elegant hobby to avoid being confused all day long?"

"That's what I said, but you've been making lanterns for several years. Are you still not tired of this hobby?"

"It's okay so far. Handicraft work, the longer you do it, the better your craftsmanship will be."

"You're so good at craftsmanship that you don't even set up a stall."

"Occasionally, I will put them on display and pick out a few failed products to sell."

The middle-aged man muttered: "You can't make much money if you sell it. The craftsmen are really poor. Otherwise, why don't you change your hobby to calligraphy or painting? If you become famous, you can sell a lot of paintings and calligraphy." money."

The man on the bed did not reply.

The middle-aged man did not let him go, and asked again: "Are you listening? You have been a teacher for three years, and you have always had some experience. If you write something later, I will take a look. If it is good, then... …”

"It's good to make a lantern." The person on the bed said, and opened his eyes again, with the corners of his eyes hooked: "Besides, there are two new skins, and I'm interested in them again."