The county horse is a medicine jar

After Mo Zhu left, Shen Qingwan and Lin Sishen were left in the house.

Shen Qingwan changed shares around, got up and walked to the side of the bed and tore off the silk gauze curtain, and after tearing it apart, tightened it tightly to bind Lin Sishen's hands and feet, and tied her firmly to the cloud bed.

Then, Shen Qingwan slowly sat beside the cloud couch, raised her hand and gently pushed away the strands of black hair that were wet with cold sweat on Lin Sishen's neck.

Looking at Lin Sishen's pale, bloodless face, Shen Qingwan couldn't bear it, but after a while, she bit her thin lips lightly to stabilize her mind, and took out an ice needle filled with cold air from the wooden box beside her. Pick it up at your fingertips.

The ice needles are crystal clear and slender like silk, fragile as if they could be broken by a gust of wind, and as if they would be melted into a drop of water by the temperature of your fingertips in an instant.

Shen Qingwan's expression was focused and solemn, without any hesitation, she slapped the silver needle into Lin Sishen's neck with her backhand.

The ice needle seemed fragile, but it was unexpectedly sharp and tough. It pierced the skin of Lin Sishen's neck in an instant, and completely sank into it.

One needle fell, and before Lin Sishen could react, Shen Qingwan patted her two more needles one after another, one on the top of the head, one on the top of the head, and one on the center of the heart.

Then Shen Qingwan closed her eyes, gritted her teeth and raised her hand to lightly press Lin Sishen's heart, injecting zhenqi into Lin Sishen's body to protect her heart veins.

As the ice needles entered his body, Lin Sishen's eyes, which were originally closed, suddenly opened, his pupils turned scarlet like bloodshot eyes, and his face became distorted and hideous.

The sudden great pain almost swept across her whole body, Lin Sishen instinctively struggled fiercely, but Shen Qingwan had already tied her up in advance, the more she struggled, the tighter her hands and feet were bound.

But even so, Lin Sishen was still struggling like crazy, with a moaning sound like weeping, his bound hands twisted and struggled constantly, and the silk satin tied around his wrists kept rubbing against his skin. The flesh and blood were strangled, and the ground skin was torn apart and bloodstained.

Shen Qingwan was sitting next to Lin Sishen, listening to Lin Sishen's painful sobbing, her eyelashes, which were as fine as cattail leaf fans, couldn't help trembling slightly, and the corners of her eyes seemed to be slightly red.

No matter how much she couldn't bear it, Shen Qingwan didn't open her eyes. She bit her thin lips tightly, and the white teeth imprinted on the delicate thin lips, and soon there was a bloodstain from her bite. Holding it, it was cold and trembling slightly at this time.

In fact, Shen Qingwan used the method of attacking poison with poison. Her ice soul needle was similar to the medicine used by the witch doctor on Lin Sishen. Both had the effect of confusing the mind, but although they were similar, they also offset each other.

The poison of the Chengbing Soul Needle can overwhelm the efficacy of the witch doctor's medicine, and Lin Sishen can get out of control.

Shen Qingwan was taking a gamble, but if she was not sure, she would not bet on Lin Sishen's life.

Even if Lin Sishen couldn't bear the pain, even if Lin Sishen couldn't bear the pain, Shen Qingwan would have other ways to help her, but Shen Qingwan would not use that method lightly.

Two similar and opposing toxins in the body, like a siege of a city, began to wreak havoc in Lin Sishen's body, and Lin Sishen seemed to be caught in a double world of ice and fire, repeatedly tortured so painfully that he couldn't wish to live.

As time passed bit by bit, Lin Sishen did not get better at all, but became more and more painful. Although she stopped struggling, her breathing and pulse began to become weaker and weaker.

After all, Lin Sishen's foundation was weak, and he couldn't bear this torment.

Shen Qingwan opened her eyes as if feeling something, she glanced at Lin Sishen with a complicated expression, and then subconsciously pursed her lips, only then did she feel a moist and tingling pain at the corner of her lips, it turned out that she had bitten through the corners of her lips unknowingly. lips.

Looking at Lin Sishen's frail and pale face, Shen Qingwan's eyes were lingering and lingering, she pursed her lips and smiled faintly, seeming to be self-deprecating and determined.

Then she closed her eyes, without the slightest hesitation or thought, her palm was pressed against Lin Sishen's heart, and a lingering chill radiated from her palm.

The room was silent.

As time passed, Lin Sishen's pain seemed to have also passed away, her weak breathing began to become gentle, and her pale face gradually returned to blood.

The complete opposite is Shen Qingwan.

She closed her eyes and sat beside Lin Sishen, her palms were pressed against Lin Sishen's heart, and she was still continuously injecting true energy into Lin Sishen's body.But at the same time, the chill lingering around Shen Qingwan became even colder.

It was clearly still summer, but Shen Qingwan's breathing revealed white mist. She sat motionless, her expression calm and without any waves, but if you looked at her closer, you could vaguely see the dark spots on her black eyebrows. , with some finely crushed icicles hanging.

And, although she tried her best to endure and restrain herself, she still inadvertently showed a trace of pain.

The interior of the house is like frost passing through, instantly transforming into winter, and the half cup of tea left in the teacup on the table also has a thin layer of frost on the surface of the water strangely.

Even Mo Zhu outside the house noticed something strange, a chill came out from the gap in the door and rushed to her body, she rubbed her arms subconsciously, and stared at the door worriedly and suspiciously.

But she couldn't figure it out, so she continued to wait patiently outside the door.

Another half an hour later, Shen Qingwan finally opened her eyes. She withdrew her hand trembling as if she had lost all strength, her cold face was full of exhaustion.

She panted a few times, then raised her eyes to look at Lin Sishen, and finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that her blood had recovered.

Shen Qingwan got up slowly, glanced at Lin Sishen's wrist that was still bound, worn and torn, her eyebrows frowned immediately, she took a step forward without thinking, and leaned over to untie Lin Sishen's restraint.

But after taking a step, Shen Qingwan suddenly froze and froze in place.

This time the backlash came faster and more violently than every time in the past, and it was beyond Shen Qingwan's expectations. Although she tried her best to suppress it, she still couldn't hold it back.

Lin Sishen once said that she counted everything, and Shen Qingwan also jokingly said that she may be able to count everything, but only with Lin Sishen, she always miscalculates.

Now it seems that it is really a prophecy, she miscalculated.

Although the last thing that came to mind was self-deprecating, Shen Qingwan didn't show any regrets, on the contrary, she was a little glad that Lin Sishen was safe and sound after all.

Then there was darkness without warning, and Shen Qingwan collapsed limply, and just threw herself into Lin Sishen's arms impartially, and passed out just like that.

Mo Zhu outside the door was still waiting anxiously, but he didn't know that no one was in control of the situation inside the house, Lin Sishen and Shen Qingwan were both unconscious.