Chapter 330: Ancient building in Yinshan · Sit down and talk

After listening to that, I was stunned for a while. This was without a head. Father Panma said this suddenly, and I couldn't react at all. But at the same time, my brain twitched, and I felt that this sentence sounded a little bit ignorant.
Hadn't thought about it, but the stuffy oil bottle had already caught up, and hurried to the old man to pull him. "You say that, do you know me?" He asked.
Father Panma looked up at him with no expression on his face and no answer. The oil bottle took off his coat and exposed his upper body. "Look, do you know me?"
Black tattoos are indistinguishable. It seems that the two unicorns are facing each other diagonally, and the two people look at each other very strangely.
Hold on for a moment, Panma still said nothing, but walked silently past the stagnant oil bottle, and ignored him completely, without any waves on his face.
I can't describe the feeling at that time. It's very strange. If you have to use words to describe it, I can only say that I see two boring oil bottles with different time and space, which instantly meet and separate.
"The stuffy oil bottle finally meets the opponent." I had a strange idea in my heart at that time. If it wasn't the wrong time, I would be a bit gloat. I have always thought that there can be no one in the world who is more difficult than him. No, it is true that many times it is necessary to attack the poison with poison, so as to fight boredom.
The stuffy oil bottle didn't catch up again. He watched Pan Mayang go away quietly. In just a few seconds, everything disappeared again.
Agui was at a loss, look at me, look at the far away horse, look at the sullen oil bottle, and his face was a bit sullen. Obviously, he couldn't understand which of the mysterious ones was singing. I was afraid that he might get bored, so I patted him, walked to the bottle of oil, and told him to let him go back, do n’t worry, since Panma let me go, I went, and when I asked, I came back and told him immediately .
The oil bottle was dumb. He nodded and looked at the distant horse with his eyes. I didn't know what to think about.
I don't know why. At this time, I felt that his eyes suddenly changed a little, as if there was something missing, and at the same time I felt that I had seen these eyes before.
Just when they met at the four heads just now, something must have been sent. This performance of Panma is a very strong suggestion that he must know something, and he must know who the stuffy oil bottle is, even deeper than him. The origin of it, and looking at his attitude, it seems that this kind of origin will definitely not be pleasant.
I can't wait to catch up.
And Agui came to Panma's dining room and sat down on the floor again. I have been wondering what Panma means in my mind. And how to communicate with people like Panma effectively.
The two of you are together, and sooner or later one of them will be killed by the other.
Panma suddenly said such a sentence very strangely, if he did n’t know anything, he would n’t be a hunter in the mountains playing tricks for no reason, but his attitude was strange. And obviously, he doesn't like stuffy oil bottles very much.
I really can't think of one of them. This may be a very common sentence, or it may carry some metaphors. I have been telling myself not to think too much, maybe Father Panma means that my skill is too poor, and the skill of the oil bottle is too good, so I will one day involve him, but my instinct always tells me that before this sentence, the person who warned seems to be me.
But may the stuffy oil bottle kill me? Without him, I would have been a few dumplings in the palace now. Even if he was going to kill me, I would only earn it. This also seems completely unreasonable. And his arrogant temper makes it hard to get close.
Panma ’s son called us to wash our face and wash our body. Panma had his son do the work because the wound was on the back. He lit the hookah and smoked the yellow smoke of their Yao nationality.
I smelled it and found that it is a bit similar to the herbal taste of the oil bottle. It seems that these herbs also have this ingredient. I wondered if I could ease the atmosphere from this piercing entrance, but I couldn't find the words at all.
The sky sank and it seemed to rain again. It was too much rain in Guangxi. Panma ’s daughter-in-law closed the window and sat on the floor. The wind came in through the gap. The temperature was a lot cooler. The old man gave me a walk. I also learned to return the local etiquette.
At this time, I can carefully look at the appearance of Panma. Panma's facial features are distinct, and its face is as dark as wrinkles. It is very ordinary. At this time, it is difficult to imagine his godfather's style. You can't look different. This facial feature is definitely not a pedigree with the oil bottle. I am a little relieved to think of it here.
On the one side, Agui reiterated my intention, or said that I am an official figure, Panma looked at me and said a word, Agui translated: "Daddy said, what the are you? He probably guessed it, and he had expected that one day someone would ask about it. Just ask whatever you want, and leave as soon as possible, do n’t bother him. "
I was taken aback for a moment, and I felt something meaning in my dad's words, as if he had misunderstood who I am.
But I couldn't clearly feel the reason for his misunderstanding, thinking that I would react immediately, knowing that I shouldn't think about it now, as if I didn't find it to be the most appropriate one, and wait for it to be a little more splendid. .
I was right and right, and took care of myself, so I said to my dad: "I just want to ask you about the previous investigation team. I think you can tell me about the situation in the past. But, in Before that, I want to know, what sentence did you just mean? "
The horse took a big sip of cigarette and showed a very strange expression, shook his head and said a few words, Agui translated: "Daddy said, he just understood the meaning of the sentence just now, you friend do not understand him at all. What kind of person, with him, you will never end well. "
"Do you know him?" I asked. "Why do you say that?"
Father Pan Ma looked at me: "I don't recognize the face, but I recognize the smell of the dead on them."