26

Although Qiao Wen didn't blame Lin Zi Hui for his lack of heart, he was still more or less scared when he remembered today's encounter.

Qin Yunfei's behavior on these several occasions all indicated that he was eyeing himself - or rather the original body's skin. If he really took advantage of his unconsciousness to do something untoward, he was afraid that he would only be able to eat the loss and not let Chen Canaan know about it, because with this guy's temperament, he could tolerate small things, but such a big thing would never be tolerated.

Nine times out of ten, he'll go out on a limb for himself.

He wasn't worried that Chen Canaan would fold in Qin Yunfei's hands, but nowadays they were both still poor boys with no money and no power, if he, a forty-nine boy, really did anything to Qin Yunfei, he was only afraid that the two of them would have to go on the run for a very long time.

Now that life had managed to pick up a bit, and he had managed to stop Chen Canaan from blackening, he must not get side-tracked in this kind of thing.

Fortunately, Qin Yunfei hadn't lost his heart to that extent.

Of course, this was not because Qin Yunfei had a conscience, but only because he was in the way of the rules of the Hexing Society. People on the road, the most important thing is to talk about rules, Qin Yunfei naturally will not be an exception.

He also believed that since the other party had taken a liking to him, he would definitely not stop there.

Thinking about this, Qiao Wen frowned somewhat depressedly. If this person was an important character in the original book, he would still know how to deal with him, but he was not even a cannon fodder, and in reality, he was a character that could not be messed with.

Heavy hearted back home, already after nine o'clock, good in Chen Canaan in advance to appease the grandmother, said he was with the boss to dinner, the grandmother is not too worried, see him home, will be hot soup served, told him to rest, then went back to the room rest.

Today's fainting incident had once again given Qiao Wen a wake-up call that this body would not work without proper maintenance.

Having been here for so long, he was probably clear that there should be no major illnesses in his original body, but every part of his body seemed to have minor problems, and there was no good place for his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys, and the combination was similar to that of a dangerous house, where a single cold could send his life away.

Qiao Wen's own physique had been absolutely outstanding among his peers since he was a child, and now topped with this skin that was so weak to this point, it was really a bitter pill to swallow.

He decided to get a good night's sleep and get up in the morning to go to the rooftop to work out with Chen Canaan.

Yesterday's sudden fainting was nothing more than sudden exertion, and his body had not yet adapted to it. After a good night's sleep, Qiao Wen felt almost better, and even had a few moments of refreshment.

Granny always went to bed early and woke up early, and when he got up, he had left breakfast to go to the stall.

Jovian ate a simple breakfast and slowly made his way to the rooftop rooftop of his building.

The rooftop is the only place where light can be seen in the dark Kowloon Walled City.

At this moment, there were only two people on the rooftop, Chen Canaan and his cousin Howie. The two were practicing boxing, practicing with great concentration, and did not notice anyone coming up.

This was the first time Qiao Wen had seen Chen Canaan boxing, his bare-chested, powerfully thin body exuded a healthy and vigorous flavor under the sunrise, and every movement carried with it a sense of power and pleasure.

An airplane blasted overhead.

Chen Canaan bellowed and swung a fist into the sky.

Howie, who was groping and playing on the sidelines, loudly explained for him over the roar of the motor, "Nan jerked off."

Jovian: "????"

After the plane flew by and the rooftop was quiet again, Jovian coughed lightly.

Chen Canaan turned around following the sound, and when he saw that it was him, a big smile blossomed on his face and he walked over in three steps, "Xiao Qiao, what brings you here?"

Qiaowen said, "Didn't I say earlier that I would practice boxing with you?"

Chen Canaan waved his hand in disbelief, "I thought you were just talking off the top of your head, how is this body of yours practicing boxing?"

Jovian laughed, "It is precisely weakness that requires exercise."

Chen Canaan was clearly a bit perplexed by his behavior, "Question haven't you always been immobile?"

Jovian said, "Can't I move now if I want to?"

"OK, OK, OK," Chen Canaan looked him up and down, seeing that he wasn't just saying that, he was delighted, grabbing his hands and pulling them back, "Then from today onwards, you'll practice with me."

Qiaowen said, "Let me see you throw a set of punches first."

Chen Canaan nodded, "Okay, let's play the simplest set of Chen's Eight Extremes for you first."

Qiao Wen had never practiced traditional martial arts and had always believed that traditional martial arts were more for show than for combat. But now he saw Chen Canaan's Eight Extremes Fist, and realized that he had underestimated the treasures of his ancestors.

At least Chen Canaan's punches were fierce, fast and vicious, full of power yet not too ostentatious, and were by no means flowery.

In literature, there is Taiji to secure the world, and in martial arts, there are eight poles to settle the world.

The ancients were true to their word.

It's no wonder that in the original book, Chen Canaan transformed from a Wo Hing Society forty-nine boy to a double-flower red stick in just two years after the original Xiao Qiao passed away.

It's all in the punches.

He is such a good hand, if not always hiding clumsiness, how can now is still a four nines boy, and once not four nines boy, hands are bound to be early stained with blood.

Qiao Wen looked at his handsome and bright face, originally thinking that he was a rough-and-tumble straight shooter, but only now did he suddenly realize that in a place like the Nine Dragons Walled City, he had to hide his clumsiness on one side and never show too much of himself, while on the other side he had to show a little bit of his own skill in just the right way, to use it to protect himself and the people around him.

The fact that he has been able to grasp this for so long shows that he is much smarter and smoother than he looks.

Because Qiao Wen has never been interested in his own fists and feet, today it is not easy to take the initiative to watch him fight, Chen Canaan is very energized, lively and lively to finish a set of punches, topped with a head of crystalline sweat, smilingly ran to Qiao Wen to collect the reward: "Xiao Qiao, how did I fight?"

Jovian smiled and nodded, "Very impressive."

On the side, Howie was about to roll up his sleeves and jump into action, "Brother Man, I'll fight too I'll fight too!"

Chen Canaan reached out and made a point on his head, "Your three-legged kung fu, don't disgrace yourself in front of Xiao Qiao."

Howie is not convinced, immediately forward a hollow heel, helpless to land, feet slippery, a buttock pier sitting on the ground, the pain of the ghost howling.

Chen Canaan laughed out loud without any sympathy and asked Qiao Wen afterward, "Where do you want to start practicing?"

Qiaowen was infected by the heartless joy of the two brothers and laughed softly, "Let's practice something simple first."

It's probably hard enough for this body to try to practice complexity.

He thought about it, and tried two push-ups first - and really two, the third the whole thing just flopped down on the floor and gasped for air.

Consider that you were once a 50-kilometer cross-country runner.

Life is hard!

Chen Canaan looked at him lying pathetically on the ground, sat down beside him, rolled him over to lie on his back, and laughed, "Take your time Xiao Qiao."

At that moment the morning light broke through the clouds and hit down, landing on Qiao Wen's white and jade-like face.

He spread out his hands, lying helplessly, his lips half-open gasping for breath, because of the effort he had just exerted, at this moment, his pale cheeks, rare more color, shrouded in a faint light, a kind of distorted beauty.

Chen Canaan looked at him and suddenly drifted off for a moment. Although to this day he still exclaimed how Qiao Wen was born so good looking, at this moment he was not shocked by Qiao Wen's beauty, but rather on that face that he was more than familiar with, he saw something a little different from the past.

Once upon a time, Qiao Wen was always timid and worried, but now Qiao Wen's face, but seems to no longer see the worry, on the contrary, it is more than ever confidence and calm.

Stunned for a moment, he waved the inexplicable and subtle emotion away and fell back with a smile, lying side by side with the other man.

At that moment another huge airplane roared overhead.

Chen Canaan rested his head on his hands and said, "I also wonder what it's like to fly on an airplane?"

Jovian laughed, "You want to get on an airplane?"

Chen Canaan nodded, "I want to take a plane to New York and Paris, and I also want to go to Beijing, my dad's hometown."

Jovian said, "Then make good money and we'll go together later."

Chen Canaan came to be interested and turned his head to smile, "It's a deal!"

Qiao Wen smiled and nodded, in fact, he had long passed the age of longing for the future, but at the moment, with a different identity, it seemed as if he had really become a teenager with dreams.

Howie scooted over, "I want to go too!"

Chen Canaan got up and reached out to flick him on the head, "What are you going for, you don't even know which country Paris is in."

Howie covered his forehead and loudly retorted, "I know, it's France."

"Hey, brother underestimated you."

Jovian shook his head and lost his smile as he got up from the ground and pulled his muscles, "It seems like you still have to start with a simple workout to get it right."

He trotted in place for a moment, but two minutes, and was a little out of breath.

Chen Canaan saw that he was already sweating profusely after only moving so many times, so he couldn't help but feel distressed, "Xiao Qiao, don't force yourself, I can protect you."

Qiao Wen laughed, "I'm not afraid that you won't be able to protect me, but I'm afraid that with this body of mine, I'll have to return home after another illness."

Chen Canaan frowned, "Don't talk nonsense!"

Qiao Wen thought, he is not nonsense, if he did not wear here, your Xiao Qiao would have gone to line up for reincarnation.

After barely exercising for a while, Jovian went downstairs in a sweat to rest.

In fact, this amount of exercise, for a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old, was not considered exercise at all. However, it still made his back sore and he laid down for half a day before he could get his strength back.

He could only chalk it up to the fact that everything is difficult.

After staying at home until nightfall, Canaan Chen returned from the East End with a serving of fish eggs.

"Didn't I promise to help Fei with his work yesterday, and tonight I'm going to the docks to pick up some goods for him, so I might not be back until later, so I won't be coming to see you."

He spoke in a cloudy voice, but Jovan leapt over his shoulder and set the fish eggs aside, looking up with a frown and asking, "Pick up what cargo?"

Although the police would not come into the Kowloon Walled City, but the people in the Walled City went out to commit crimes, as usual, they would be arrested. So much so that many of the transactions of the Wo Hing Society are carried out inside the walled city, and will never set the place of transaction outside until the last resort.

Chen Canaan said, "Just smuggled over to go to fly brother field to sell women, all right, and not white powder, even if you run into the police will most likely not pipe."

Qin Yunfei was doing things that were harmful to heaven and earth, even if he was picking up stowaways, he was still doing something unethical. But Qiao Wen also knew that in these chaotic times, sometimes there was really no way to be too moral.

Moreover, Chen Canaan had promised Qin Yunfei to return the favor for himself, so it was impossible to refuse.

After thinking about it, he didn't stop it after all, and only nodded, "Take care of yourself, and if you don't come back too late, come with me to report your safety."

Chen Canaan smiled, "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

Although Qiao Wen also think that this is not a dangerous job, but Chen Canaan left, he is still worried about a night, and to eleven o'clock, has not seen people back, but also lying in bed tossing and turning can not sleep.

Well before the hands of the old wall clock at home reached twelve o'clock, the familiar big bat finally appeared outside the window.

Chen Canaan pushed open the window and whispered, "Xiao Qiao, are you asleep?"

Qiao Wen scuffed up and sat up, "Nan, you're back?"

Chen Canaan drilled in, landed silently, and straddled his small wooden plank bed, saying, "I'm afraid you'll worry about me, so I came back to look for you after taking a shower."

"How was it? It went well, didn't it?"

Chen Canaan nodded his head as he rested on his palms, "Not bad."

Qiaowen borrowed some of the dismal moonlight to survey him, to make sure that he was clean and unharmed, and only then put his heart down. After lying down next to him, he suddenly realized that something was not quite right.

As usual, when Chen Canaan spent the night in his own place, he would inevitably chatter for a while before going to sleep. But now, he was staring at the top of the bed with a pair of wide eyes, neither asleep nor talking, clearly hiding something in his stomach.

He had always had nothing to say in front of himself, so it seemed that this was a matter of the heart.

Jovian poked him and asked, "What's on your mind, Nan?"

Chen Canaan rolled over to face him, and was silent for a moment before he returned, "My master taught me since I was a child that no matter how poor or how hard it is, but as a man, you have to be able to stand up to the heavens and have a blameless heart. But Xiao Qiao, what does it mean to stand up to the heavens and be worthy of your heart?"

Qiao Wen was slightly stunned, "Nan, why are you suddenly talking about this?"

Chen Canaan seemed to be annoyed and scratched his disheveled hair, and sat up violently, but his head drooped and he did not say anything for a long time.

Jovian rose with him and gripped his shoulder, "Nan, what's going on?"

Chen Canaan turned his head to face him, and his eyes unexpectedly floated a layer of foggy, watery light in the darkness.

Qiao Wen was startled, "Nan, speak up, don't scare me."

Chen Canaan clutched his hand, "Xiao Qiao, do you think it's not manly at all for me to learn all the skills from my master but only know how to survive?"

Qiao Wen about guessed that he had encountered something that shook his mind tonight, and deliberately joked, "Nan, you're only nineteen years old, it's a bit early for you to want to be a husband." After a pause, he added, "But there's something you tell me first."

Chen Canaan mumbled his lips and pulled him to lie down with him, the two of them were in an intimate position facing each other.

"Tonight I went to help Fei pick up a shipment of a dozen girls who had been smuggled over. The older ones knew what they were there for, but a pair of little sisters, only fourteen, were simply tricked into getting on the boat, and when they got to the dock they didn't realize where they were being sent, and they kept crying, and if I hadn't been there, I'm afraid they would have had to be beaten up pretty hard."

Qiao Wen nodded and listened to him continue, "I know that many of Fei's field are not voluntary, but this time I see that only fourteen years old, younger than Pauline, originally to go to the South Seas to join his father, I did not expect to be deceived by the snakeheads on the boat, I really ......"

His voice was rarely a bit dark and his expression looked sad. However, Qiaowen was very relieved to see him like this.

The fact that he can sympathize with young girls who have been abducted shows that he is indeed a good person by nature.

Chen Canaan wiped his face and continued, "The two sisters about saw that I helped them, and later took advantage of people not paying attention and begged me to save them. But how can I save them? After saving this one, what about the next one?"

Qiao Wen knew that rescuing someone from Qin Yunfei in the Kowloon Walled City would be harder than climbing up to heaven. He hadn't forgotten the poor man who had failed to save Feng Dust some days ago and had his lower body wasted. Chen Canaan was a member of the society, so if he was caught, his fate would only be worse.

His hands are good, but it is difficult to defeat four hands, offend Qin Yunfei is to offend the entire and Xing Society, he has his father, uncle, aunt, cousin and even his own and grandmother, these are the weakness of his inability to chivalry.

Qiao Wen thought for a moment and asked, "Brother Nan, those two girls, are they in Fei's field now?"

Chen Canaan nodded, "Sent to Lido, Hong Kong City has people who are good at this, ready to be tempered for a period of time, two sisters together can be sold for a good price."

Jovian asked again, "You're eager to save them?"

Chen Canaan hesitated for a moment, but still nodded firmly, "I want to."

Jovian said, "Then let's do something about it."

Chen Canaan froze and looked up at him, "Xiao Qiao--"

Chen Canaan patted his shoulder, "Brother Nan, the fact that you have this heart means that you have not failed your master. As for whether or not we can help those two poor girls, it depends on luck."

Chen Canaan wrapped his arms and legs around him in a hug and grunted, "Xiao Qiao, I really feel suffocated sometimes."

Qiao Wen patted his spine to pacify him, "A man has to do something, if they are all as reckless as Master Leopard Fei and the others, no one will want to live a peaceful life."

It's good to hold back, if this guy doesn't hold back, it's a big kill, and the danger factor is more than Zhao Shanhai Qin Yunfei and the rest of them have ever had.

Fortunately, Chen Canaan was indeed broad-minded, and after hiding his heart in his stomach for a night and speaking out, he became a heartless person again, and coupled with being soothed by Qiao Wen's smooth fur like this, he snored a little like a big, comfortable cat in a short while.

Rather, it made Jovian, who had heard what was on his mind, have little sleep for a long time.