Mr. Cong never talks about martial arts

Even in modern times, it would be inappropriate for you to walk around with a half-dead man on your back.

Fortunately, Cong Yuyan and Cong Doctor were very flexible in their minds, and understood the reason why the moon was dark and the wind was high, and the old man overcame the wall. They easily carried their prey and flew over the wall of Emerald Bay and went straight to Villa No. 08.

When he threw the man in black on the floor, Uncle Da who came out to drink water in his pajamas was taken aback, thinking that the ancestor had returned with a dead body on his back.

Youyan took out a few packs of medicinal powder from his pocket, tore them open, and splashed them on the humanoid creature on the floor.

Those plain white fingers seemed to be supported by invisible brackets, and the powder was sprinkled down in an orderly manner.

Standing by the handrail on the second floor, Shang Heyin looked down at Congyouyan Yang's hands sprinkling medicinal powder on the pile of black dead cloth, and frowned, "What are you doing?"

Youyan sniffed the air with great satisfaction, and was waiting for his daughter-in-law to ask questions. Seeing Shang Heyin endured a little bit, he still asked, and hurriedly explained: "Yin'er, when I was eating outside, I found an assassin. Take it down and be a medicine man."

Another assassin?Shang Heyin's temples jumped up suddenly, his fingers tightly pinched the armrest.

Cong Yuyan patted the remaining medicine powder on his hand, and put it on his waist, "It's all right now, this person will never speak again."

"You made him dumb!" Shang Heyin was curious.

Cong Youyan shook his fingers triumphantly, and explained emphatically: "Not only, not more, how can it be so simple for the deity to make a move, since as a medicine man, as long as he is alive and able to breathe, it will be fine. When doing the experiment, it will definitely hurt. Itchy, screaming when you have nothing to do, it's very annoying."

"so what?"

"So, he is just alive, as long as he can breathe, I turned off the rest of the auxiliary functions for him."

Shang Heyin helplessly raised his forehead --- I forgot, this person is a poison doctor, and he is not a good person.

Since Yu Yan was very considerate, he naturally knew what the daughter-in-law wanted to ask for Fu forehead, held up half a white dragon jade pendant, and offered the treasure, "Yin'er, this was found from the assassin. Do you recognize it?"

"White Jade Panlong Pendant?" Shang Heyin was taken aback. Although he knew that his eldest brother was determined to kill him, he never expected him to use the life-saving talisman passed down by his grandfather!

"Hehe~ It seems that I am really valuable." Shang Heyin walked downstairs slowly, took the white dragon jade pendant, looked at it for a moment, held it in his palm, and said softly: "The white dragon pendant has appeared, representing the dark dragon jade pendant." The promised three-time statute of limitations has expired! I'm safe."

White Dragon Jade Pendant, Panlong presents Yin and Yang patterns, from light to dark, overlapping in one place, half white and half black, the demand side holds black, and the protector holds white.Once the white dragon pendant appears, it means the three promises, the dark dragon has been completed, and the last executor will come to the door in person to claim back the black dragon pendant.

The humanoid creature on the floor closed its eyes silently, and the pink spray on the medicine bag was slowly invading his bones and skin.

The medicinal powder is extracted from the secretion of the black beetle by You Yan, and it does not smell anything. It is different from many important modern powders. This kind of medicinal powder, which looks very flamboyant, disappears into the air quickly once it is spilled. , only after the enemy absorbs it completely, will it erode all the sense organs of the opponent without a trace, but it will not harm life.

The cruelty of the medicine powder will be revealed only when the enemy's limbs are soft, all five senses are lost, and he collapses on the ground, turning into a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

It has to be said that mortals like them have never heard of such a terrifying medicinal powder.

Although most people are atheists, when encountering miraculous events, they still can't help but say: "My God!"

Uncle Da shouted "Oh my god~" while helping Lao Wu lift the living dead on the floor to the cooking table in the kitchen.

Shang Heyin looked at the medicine man whose upper body was stripped off, and asked, "When you came in, you weren't caught by community surveillance, right?"

Cong Youyan patted his chest: "I am gifted and have a photographic memory. Before entering the door, I memorized the position of the camera here. I guarantee that no half of the camera will capture me."

After speaking with a smile, he turned the conversation around and told Old Wu: "Hurry up, strike while the iron is hot, tonight's live broadcast is to concoct the skin of a medicine man, our future money depends on tonight."

Old Wu hurriedly agreed, and professionally began to arrange the lighting microphones, start with Youyan to arrange the hair, and put the surgical knife, medicine kit, and clay pot.

Shang Heyin looked at the living room with a sudden change of painting style in front of him, sighed, didn't bother to care about it, turned and went upstairs, "Before going to bed, you are responsible for cleaning the kitchen."

The night wind blows outside the window, and the maple leaves are also very cooperative, floating up and down according to the scene.

As soon as the screen turned, the white-clothed young man in front of the camera tied up his cuffs, turned around in an unfathomable manner, holding a small knife in his hand, and the voice-over sounded in time: "Yes, I am the poison sage of medicine valley who is seeking for money from a certain People. You may ask, the moonlight is just right tonight, and everyone is sleepy. Is there anything else I can offer? The answer is --- yes, what I bring to you tonight is how to repair the skin that was burned by the fire .”

The camera turned to the ink-colored marble table, lying on a half-fruited man beyond recognition.

Cong Yuyan walked into the cooking table with a smile, danced a beautiful knife flower with one hand, and pointed at a man who was completely unrecognizable, "This is a disfigured volunteer. He voluntarily dedicated himself to tonight's experiment."

Afraid that the audience in front of the camera would not know what he was doing, Cong Yuyan explained: "Don't look at this as an old scar, but there is still hope for repair. The so-called "no break, no stand", I just need to cut the old scab and cut off the damaged part , implant the medicine in the blood vessel, and you will see the effect tomorrow night."

"Of course, during the process of growing the skin, there will be some unbearable itching. Everyone can rest assured that the volunteer's senses have been closed by me, and he will not feel the pain."

The chandelier above the head illuminated the face of the young man in white clothes. He spoke bloody words, and the corners of his eyes flashed a seductive light silently.

The hand with clear bones, raised the knife with a cold light, and the full blood vessels seemed to contain endless power, which was also the case.

With a "puchi", the sharp knife plunged into the scar of the "volunteer" without any mistakes.

The scars and wounds on the face, which were originally a paste, suddenly became bright red.

Under the pale chandelier, the young man in white was familiarly wielding a heart-cutting knife, and threw the wrinkled orange skin into the porcelain bowl beside him indifferently.

Taking a break from his busy schedule, he turned his eyes and smiled at the camera: "Don't worry, don't worry, Master Yan Wang won't accept him without my permission. Cutting the damaged skin is only the first step in restoring your appearance. If you are timid, you can skip it." Don’t watch it, those who are bold can continue to appreciate it.”

This, this, this is not a timid thing at all. Is it legal for you to do this?

The seemingly bloody picture is actually perfect in the eyes of professionals.

People who do some kind of special business: Hey, this person is very skilled. Is he in the same industry? Let's see if there is any self-introduction later. When the child graduates, I can take him with him.

The surgical director who just got off the operating table: Oh, drink, which medical school student is this? He is very skilled. I will see if there is any self-introduction later. When the child graduates, I can take him with him.

Shang Heyin was lying on the bed, looking at the monitor on his mobile phone, the slightly bloody picture was clear, and the bedside humidifier was emitting smoke, with warm humidity, but his thoughts fell on the bed next to his pillow. On the white dragon jade pendant...

His mother passed away too early, and he could no longer remember her warmth.

As for my father, right after the funeral, he couldn't wait to marry someone else, the woman with a brother five years older than himself.

Seeing the gentleness on the cold and reticent face, the young Young Master Shang felt sincerely that his father also had the function of smiling, but he didn't want to smile at him and his mother.

After the paternity test was done, Grandpa had no choice but to accept the facts and secretly told Uncle Da to take good care of the young master.

In the difficult process of growing up, he encountered various car accidents. If Uncle Da hadn't discovered it in time and reported it to his grandfather in time, he might have died long ago.

So, no more accidents.

Then, I went through dozens of gastric lavages... The aversion to food must be the root cause of the disease.

In the end, even the food did not dare to be handed over by others. Uncle Da took care of everything by himself.However, no matter how ingenious and diligent Uncle Da's craftsmanship is, Master Xiaoshang can no longer whet his appetite.

Humidifier gurgling, gurgling, with white smoke, curling up the past, melting into the air.

The eyelashes were a little wet, Shang Heyin blinked, swallowed hard, and felt uncomfortable immediately.

The screen on the phone is nearing completion.

In front of the kitchen counter.

Youyan took the rag from Old Wu, wiped his hands, grinned and said: "Okay, the damaged skin has been cleaned up, and the medicine has been integrated into the blood vessels. Now I just have to wait patiently. Let's take a look tomorrow. What will happen."

After putting away the equipment, Lao Wu said with habitual compliments: "The master is indeed a strange person. I guess even those living gods in Longhu Mountain and a knife from Zhongshan Hospital can't perform such an operation."

Good guy, he didn't take anesthesia during the whole process, and there was no disinfection at all. He simply licked the blade with alcohol and flames, and he dared to cut the pathogen with the knife.

Cong Youyan smiled bluntly, and waved his hands: "These are small scenes. I would not do it myself before. It is all my apprentices who do these preparations."

Old Wu: "These are just preparations?"

"I'm just a doctor, not a fairy. The metabolism of the skin is not up to me. I've already sped up the technique."

Even so, it's amazing.

Old Wu is very glad that he was not killed~ It feels great to be able to breathe and speak!Of course, first of all, you have to take good care of this golden living Bodhisattva in front of you.

Cong Yuyan dragged the "volunteer" on the cooking table to the trolley, pulled it back to the storage room, yawned and went back to the house to go to bed, while Lao Wu with a shy smile dragged his one arm and started cleaning the kitchen.