"Kaikai, I suddenly thought of a very interesting idea," Xiaoguan popped out. "Do you want to hear it?"
"I'm not in the mood to play," Xiaokai said seriously. "I'm very worried about my sister Xiaozhu."
"Hehe, I know. My method can help Xiaozhu sister," Xiaoguan smiled and explained to Xiaokai again, and said directly, making Xiaokai smile. "Good, let's do it this way!"
To the audience, it suddenly felt a little dazed in front of them, probably for five seconds, then returned to normal. So no one noticed, and during this time, Xiaoguan had already slipped out of the crowd, running far away.
At this time, the performance on stage had not yet begun, Seventeen muttered to himself below, "The master said he wanted to find three noble people, and there are three people performing on stage. Obviously, these three are the noble people."
Xiaokai immediately leaned in, "That's not necessarily true."
"Why?" Seventeen asked, "Is there anyone else going to perform?"
"You're right," Xiaokai smirked, pointing to his own nose. "That person would be me."
"You?" Seventeen's mouth formed an "O" shape.
The host was enthusiastically calling on the crowd: "Anyone who is interested in coming up for guidance from a master must act quickly. Time is precious, and opportunities are rare. Don't miss out even if you're just walking by."
"Watch me," Xiaokai patted Seventeen's shoulder, jumped onto the stage. The host was suddenly startled, stepping back three steps. Upon closer look, they saw a young man with a clean face, but his hair was messy as if it hadn’t been washed for many days.
"Who are you? What do you want?" The host looked at Xiaokai, who was holding a long, black cloth-wrapped package, which seemed like a machete.
"Did you forget? My name is Xiaokai," Xiaokai looked expectantly at the host. "You said you would give me a chance to perform that day." He peeled back the layers of the package in his hand, revealing a large bundle of cables.
"Give you a chance?" The host tilted his head and pondered for a minute. "I don’t remember, is that true?"
"Of course it is! Are you trying to play dumb?" Xiaokai's voice suddenly increased in volume, and “whoosh” he darted toward the host, one hand involuntarily grabbing the host's clothes, "Brother, think carefully, you must remember!"
The host looked at the hand that Xiaokai had moved to his chest, and saw his bulging veins. He swallowed his saliva and decided to give in, "I... I remembered..."
"Haha, that’s better! I knew you couldn't possibly forget!" Xiaokai happily let go and ran to the front of the stage, everyone's gaze followed, and they saw the crowd suddenly disperse, and a bright red BMW sports car slowly drove in, which was quite eye-catching in terms of its style and color. But it was filled with numerous large boxes inside, and it looked quite untidy. Moreover, a beautiful woman was driving, but at the moment, she had a mournful face, looking very hurt, for some reason.
The wind was roaring, and the pill was flying straight towards his mouth.
A commotion erupted throughout the room.
At a critical moment, Xiao Kai remained calm and motionless. When the pill flew towards him, it seemed to encounter some invisible barrier, paused for a moment, and then fell straight down.
"Protective Qi!" The priest, the monk, and the little prodigy all shot out beams of light from their six eyes at the same time.
"Damn... what is this?" It was only then that Xiao Kai realized, and without thanking Xiao Guan for his timely help, he began to curse: "Who did this, damn it, I will definitely seek revenge!"
Xiao Kai raised his head provocatively, and followed everyone's gaze to the middle-aged man standing there, laughing and crying.
"It wasn't me," the middle-aged man, apparently not in the best of health, immediately cowered at the angry gaze of the fierce young man: "Actually, it was him." He pointed his finger at the little prodigy.
The little prodigy smiled like a Buddha, and his benevolent gaze swept towards Xiao Kai like a gentle spring breeze. "Don't be angry, the pill just now was not an ordinary impurity, but my most precious Tibetan medicine, the Red Flower Pill, which can cure all diseases. Unfortunately, it was not destined for you, and you wasted a good medicine."