Mr. Cong never talks about martial arts

In the darkness, Old Wu came out without a sound, and carefully handed over the silver needle, thin knife and alcohol.

Cong Youyan lifted the cap of the alcohol bottle, poured it on the knife to sterilize it, took out the lighter and lit it, and roasted the blade of the knife.

Asking Old Wu to hold the thin knife, he helped Shang Heyin to sit up, embraced him in his arms, and stretched out his hand to rub his back to find acupuncture points.

This movement is really too intimate, the key point is that he does it very calmly, without any thought-provoking place, the thumb massages along the spleen meridian until it reaches the intestine meridian, and then combs the surrounding meridians again.

The palms with clear bones carried a magic power that did not belong to this era, as if there was an invisible undercurrent being drawn by him, and those disorderly hidden diseases walked towards the legs under his guidance.

Youyan took off Shang Heyin's shoes and socks with one hand, and looked at the toes at this time, each one was round and black, like purple grapes.

The silver needle quickly plunged into the acupuncture point to stop the poisonous blood from ascending, and the knife danced a circle of light and shadow from Yuyan's fingertips, gently slashed across the toes, and with every flick, uniform scratches were split on the surface of the skin, and the dark red blood was ticking. flowed out through the crack.

The strange fragrance wafted along with the blood drops.

At this moment, Shang Heyin sighed faintly, and clenched the fingers hanging beside him tightly.

All the onlookers exclaimed in unison_(￣0￣)_oh~

Seeing Shang Heyin waking up from Cong Yuyan, he raised his eyebrows and smiled, the back of the knife tapped the latter's instep again, and tapped a few times quickly, the blood on the toes immediately congealed.

The strange phenomenon is comparable to the discovery of the ancient tomb suicide note at the archaeological site.

Even Old Wu, who appeared out of nowhere, was scrutinized from top to bottom.

Shang Heyin opened his eyes, his mind was still dazed, and his body was already pressed into the warm embrace.

After listening to the voice in the hospital for a few days, the voice came to my ears, with a tone of reproach: "Yin'er, why are you so careless, and got infected with corpse poison?"

Corpse poison?It turned out that I was not starved and fainted, but poisoned?Shang Heyin managed to get the focus right, looking at the teary-eyed person in front of him, with a flash of warmth in his heart, he laughed softly: "It's you again, I can meet you wherever I go."

"Of course! What are you still doubting? We are a match made in heaven!" Congyouyan yelled forcefully and loudly: "Look at you, you can't take care of yourself at all, and you are so heartless that you drive me away. You can only leave me for two days." Something's going to happen."

Shang Heyin smiled helplessly, and didn't want to talk too much about it.

The old man who played the father next to him asked, "Are you really a doctor? Can you tell what kind of poison it is?"

Cong Youyan nodded without hesitation: "This is the evil fragrance of cold! It is a toxin that spreads through the respiratory tract. It is a colorless liquid with an elegant fragrance. It was introduced from Siam. It takes a hundred corpse oils to refine this corpse poison." It is really not easy to boil for a hundred days and add a lot of spices."

"How did this get infected? Our group hasn't been abroad recently, so it's impossible to get in touch with Thai people."

Cong Youyan sneered: "Will the poisoner be so stupid? They can use some kind of object to transfer it directly to the victim. If the victim has been in contact with it for a long time, he will be infected with the poison. At first glance, it seems to be hypoglycemia dizziness." But if it is treated according to hypoglycemia, the victim will sleep forever and fall into a coma forever."

Those people again?Sigh... Shang Heyin slowly closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling: "I'm tired, please tell Uncle Da to come pick me up for me."

Cong Youyan boasted without shame: "Now you believe that I am a promising young man who is erudite and knowledgeable about heaven and man."

Shang Heyin opened one eye, and said slowly: "The pedantic heavenly man didn't realize it, but it is a fact that his skin is extremely thick."

This hurts one's self-esteem too much, but when it comes from the mouth of the daughter-in-law, there seems to be a little bit of ridicule in it.

What the daughter-in-law says is always right!This is an eternal truth!After Cong Youyan finished expressing his emotions, he took out his mobile phone, asked Uncle Da's number, and dialed it.

The actors next to each other looked at each other, and no one dared to speak out to remind the backstage that there was an itchy patient.

On the other hand, Cong Youyan had a good memory. He took out a plastic bag from his trouser pocket and handed it to the old man beside him: "Hey, take the antipruritic medicine."

Looking at those bottomless black eyes, the old man felt a little apprehensive. He was obviously a beautiful man, but that half-sincere smiling face was a warning.

Sure enough, the personal doctor said: "I hope she can improve her memory! Keep your eyes and mouth shut, so that you can live a long life."

Regardless of how other people on the stage viewed his words and deeds, Yu Yan broke out with his boyfriend, picked up Shang Heyin, and walked out through the exclusive passage.

This frame is really light!The aesthetics of this era is really perverted, bewitched, and a good beauty has to toss herself into a chopstick before giving up.

From Yuyan secretly thinking about the nourishing medicinal diet, first make a soup with cabbage heart, Zu'an tofu, and Sophora japonica noodles, which are enough to nourish the stomach.

Shang Heyin's toxins had just been detoxified, and he was exhausted, too lazy to avoid the princess's hug, buried his head in the warm arms, and fell asleep.

From Yu Yan's eyes suddenly changed to a different color, dark red flashed past, and a smile was finally outlined on the corners of his lips---Okay, let's go home and sleep.

Uncle Da was waiting at the back door of the theater early on. When he saw Cong Youyan coming out with his young master in his arms, his eyelids twitched and he hurriedly opened the car door.

Cong Youyan sat in the back row with Shang Heyin in his arms, and Lao Wu sat in the front row with a huge cloth bag on his back.

Uncle Da glanced at him. He was one-armed, full of hostility, and triangular eyes. He didn't look like a good person no matter what.

Cong Yuyan saw it, and said with a smile: "Uncle Da, don't panic, my new recruit, although he looks fierce, is very obedient, if you have any errands, you can leave them to him. "

Uncle Da smiled dryly, thinking: How dare I order a murderer to do something.

There was no more nonsense on the road, and the car slid silently into the No. 08 garage of the underground Emerald Bay community.

Cong Youyan continued to hug Shang Heyin and get out of the car without hesitation.

Uncle Da led them into the hall through the back door.

Looking from the window, there is a single courtyard, and there are many well-arranged independent villas nearby.

The central location of the community, flowers, fountains, European-style street lights, everything you expect.

The layout of the house is elegant and simple, only showing the originality in the details.

Old Wu looked curiously at the purple bamboo wolf hair brush resting on the white jade brush washer on the desk.The lotus leaves are tender and delicate, and the dark purple bamboo is paired with the lustrous green and white, making him repeat his old problem, so he couldn't help but stretch out his hand.

As soon as Yuyan put Shang Heyin on the sofa, when he turned around, he saw that one hand that would not die if he did not work was about to touch it.

"Stop!" He hastily shouted: "There is a cold fragrance on the white jade pen wash!"

Old Wu's paws were fixed in the air immediately, and then he retracted his sleeves and stood aside with his head bowed, a little embarrassed.

Cong Yuyan was afraid that there would still be people who were not afraid of death, so he explained: "Hanxiangsha is very strange, and it has a strange fragrance. When the player's toxins have accumulated to a certain extent, the toxins have penetrated into the body and are difficult to pull out. And this The illusion shown by the poison is a disordered heart rate, weakness and thirst."

Uncle Da was startled: "How come..."