Skilled in managing a house

"Hmph..." Paris snorted softly and said nothing else. After all, many words are limited to the point and cannot be said more.

She was lying on the bed, her cheeks flushed, her beautiful eyes staring at Zhang Yu, and her breathing gradually became rapid. Her eyes gradually became charming and tender.

Zhang Yu felt a little uncomfortable looking at it, but he still sat down by the bed generously, but this time he sat down with his back to Paris.

"If you can't drink, don't drink." Zhang Yu said deliberately.

"It's not like I can't drink. I drink it all the time. Who knew that you don't know anything about emotions? You drink like water. XO, how can you drink like this..." Paris said slowly.

"What kind of mood is needed when drinking? Just drink... This wine has a bit of stamina anyway, but it's not bad..." Zhang Yu said casually.

"As long as you can still drink it, okay..." Paris curled her lips, then used her arms to move her body upward, and her lower legs hanging below reached the bed.

Paris then put a foot on Zhang Yu's waist. Of course Zhang Yu could feel it. She frowned and said, "What are you trying to do?"

"What is Yao Mozi?" Paris couldn't understand this sentence. After all, it was a domestic dialect. Paris's Mandarin was good, but she could only have a normal conversation.

"Yao Mozi is just...looking for trouble..." Zhang Yu said.

"Who is looking for trouble... By the way, why are you turning your back to me? Do you know that it is also very impolite to talk to others with your back to me..." Paris said seriously.

"I can't sit sideways when I'm sitting so energetically. That would be too much..." Zhang Yu said, half-twisting his body to look at Paris. He wanted to say, 'That's too exciting,' but before he could finish his words, he suddenly saw a red patch the size of a fist above the knee of Paris's right leg.

Paris was wearing a skirt. She was lying on the bed, and the short skirt inevitably had to go up, exposing most of her fair thighs.

This sudden red color is really surprising. In my impression, Paris does not have a red birthmark on her legs.

"Ah..." A cry of pain rang out.

This time, Zhang Yu saw clearly and saw that the red patch on Paris's right leg was festering at an extremely fast speed, becoming the same as before in the blink of an eye.

Paris also felt pain somewhere, and sat up with her hands on her body. Although she looked at her before, she was still chatting and laughing with Zhang Yu, looking completely unconcerned. But when she saw the ulcers on her legs, a look of fear also appeared on her face.

"Here it comes again..." Paris said worriedly.

"It's okay..." Zhang Yu stood up immediately and took out two evil-proof charms from his arms.

With two "Puff" sounds, the talisman paper ignited and turned into talisman ashes.

Zhang Yu handed the talisman ashes in his left hand to Paris, "Eat it!"

Seeing Zhang Yu's hand stretched out, Paris instantly felt at ease again. She knew very well that with this man here, she would be fine.

With her heart at ease, Paris pouted again. Instead of taking the ashes from Zhang Yu's hand, she simply grabbed the back of Zhang Yu's hand, brought it to her mouth, and then licked the ashes. into the mouth.

After licking off the ashes, Paris's eyes were charming and charming, and she glanced at Zhang Yu with all kinds of charm.

"You're in a really good mood..." Zhang Yu said.

"Anyway..." Paris said with a smile.

She originally said, 'I can't die anyway,' but before she could finish her words, Zhang Yu's right hand pressed the talisman on Paris' leg.

There was a "chi" sound, and green smoke rose.

Paris was caught off guard and said "Uh", then glared at Zhang Yu, "You guy, you can't say anything before you strike!"

"Isn't this the next move... You're not ready yet..." Zhang Yu curled his lips and looked at Paris' thighs.

The ulcerated skin was now intact and turned white.

But Zhang Yu was wondering, before the fester, there was a red mark on Paris's leg. What was going on?

Whether it was the corpses that died of ulcers that he saw before, or the little girl Zhang Yinling, Zhang Yu never saw the appearance of the ulcers at the moment. This is the first time I've seen it, so what's the problem here?

Zhang Yu knew that there must be a reason for a person's illness. Even if it is a head drop or something, there must be something found in the body. But this kind of ulceration can't be found in the body at all, which is simply incredible.

Zhang Yu looked at her carefully. Paris wanted to speak, but she could see that something was wrong with Zhang Yu's gaze, so she followed Zhang Yu's gaze. Seeing Zhang Yu staring closely at her thigh, Paris knew clearly where the injury was. She thought Zhang Yu was studying her symptoms, so she didn't say anything.

Unconsciously, Zhang Yu watched it for two minutes. Zhang Yu still didn't find anything, so he simply reached out and touched it.

In his eyes, Paris is a patient, and Zhang Yu is like a doctor, purely examining the patient.

Paris's legs are really white, but a little rough. Fortunately, they are cultivated, so their skin is better than that of ordinary white women. Paris still said nothing, just looking at Zhang Yu. Seeing that Zhang Yu touched her for a minute, making her legs feel a little itchy, Paris deliberately said dissatisfied: "You haven't touched him enough yet?"

"I'm not touching, it's just a routine check." Zhang Yu said quickly.

"Check...then what did you find out?" Paris asked deliberately.

"It hasn't been checked out yet," Zhang Yu said.

"Do we still need to continue checking?" Paris said with a slight smile.

"I never said that." Zhang Yu shook his head quickly.

"Can you be a little romantic..." Paris gently raised her left leg.

The instep of her left foot was straightened and she slowly lifted it over Zhang Yu's chest. It seemed to her that Zhang Yu's hobbies were a little different. He probably liked her feet.

Zhang Yu hurriedly took a step back and said anxiously: "What are you trying to do?"

As soon as he said these words, Zhang Yu's eyes fell on the soles of Paris's feet, and he realized that something seemed wrong. I had just seen Paris's soles of her feet. There were three red moles on them, but now, there were two.

"I think this is comfortable..." Paris felt a little unhappy when she saw Zhang Yu say this again. She has already taken the initiative enough, but you are too incomprehensible.

As soon as she said the words, she realized that Zhang Yu's eyes were already staring directly at the soles of her feet.

Paris was overjoyed and said secretly: "It turns out it was just an act. As soon as I saw my feet, everything changed immediately..."

She simply didn't take her foot back, and just kept it up, wanting to see Zhang Yu's next move.

Zhang Yu was indeed attracted to her feet, to be precise, the two red moles on her feet. Zhang Yu grabbed her feet, looked at her more carefully, and then asked: "Do you have three moles or two moles on the soles of your feet?"

"What mole... There is no mole on my feet..." Paris said with some confusion.

"You mean, there are no moles on your feet..." Zhang Yu asked again.

"No..." Paris was even more puzzled. She pulled her foot back from Zhang Yu's hand, sat up, bent her legs and looked at the soles of her feet.

When she saw the two moles on the soles of her feet, Paris was stunned and said unexpectedly: "There are really two moles... I didn't seem to have them before..."

"You haven't..." Zhang Yu hesitated and said, "You know, when I just saw it, there were three moles on it. In just a moment, it turned into two moles. I thought I was seeing it. It’s too dazzling.”

"Then where did this mole... come from..." Paris said doubtfully.

"This...I'm not sure now, but I suspect that this must be related to your problem..." Zhang Yu said, grabbing Paris's feet again, and then pressing his hand on the red mole.

These are just two red dots without any bumps and bumps. They feel no different from normal skin on the feet. Paris no longer dared to tease, and looked at Zhang Yu without saying a word. She also understood that this was Zhang Yu's important discovery, and perhaps through this, the ulcer on her body could be cured.

Although Zhang Yu is here, nothing big will happen, but who can guarantee what will happen as time goes by.

Zhang Yu used two fingers to pinch the soles of Paris's feet. As he observed, Zhang Yu gradually realized that the two red spots on Paris's soles looked like moles, but they were not. , but blood. This blood is inside the skin and can be seen by the naked eye through the surface layer.

Zhang Yu still couldn't determine how this was related to the ulcer on Paris' body. After all, he had never seen such a thing before.

After thinking about it for a while, Zhang Yu had a plan and said, "Paris, since you are sure that there were not these two red spots on my feet before, I will take them out now to see what they are."

"Yeah." Paris nodded without saying a word.

Zhang Yu walked to the closet, found a cupping jar from it, and then returned to Paris's feet.

He placed the cupping pot on the bed and took out the Seven-Star Sword from his arms. The small Seven-Star Sword looked inconspicuous, but who would have thought that it was an extremely powerful magical weapon. Zhang Yu did not take the silver needle because the two red dots were not on acupuncture points. The silver needle was very thin and soft and could not pierce the skin at all.

Zhang Yu used the tip of the seven-star knife to prick the two red moles on Paris's soles with a single tap, and red blood beads emerged from them. This is exactly what Zhang Yu thought.

Immediately, Zhang Yu could smell a faint odor, which came from the blood.

"There is indeed a problem..."

Human blood can only have a fishy smell, how can it stink as soon as it comes up? Zhang Yu did not hesitate and took out a talisman to ward off evil spirits. With a flick of his finger, the paper ignited with a "pop" sound.

Zhang Yu threw the evil-proofing talisman into the jar, and when the flames were about to be extinguished, he pressed the jar on Paris's soles.

"Yeah!" Paris was prepared, but when the cup was pulled up, she couldn't help but groan in pain.

This was no ordinary cupping. After the cup sucked the soles of Paris's feet, two streams of blood spurted out directly on the cup. Immediately afterwards, what flowed out was no longer blood, but white pus. The mixture of concentration and blood made the contents in the jar look very disgusting.

Paris's eyes were fixed on all this. The shocking scene made her forget the pain in her feet.

"What...what's going on..." Paris said tremblingly.

"I'm not sure what's going on now, but if nothing else happens, you are very likely to recover after this treatment." Zhang Yu said quite confidently.

He had been unable to cure it before, but now Zhang Yu thought that the problem seemed to be here.

"That's good..." Paris said, breathing heavily.

She then moved her gaze from her feet to Zhang Yu's face, raised the corners of her mouth, and said proudly: "I told you, as long as you are here, nothing will happen to me."

"Thank you." Zhang Yu said, but his eyes did not look at Paris. He was still looking at Paris' feet.

Soon, the bleeding and pus from the soles of Paris's feet stopped. Zhang Yu took the jar off and smelled the smell inside, which was simply nauseating.

Paris also tightened her nose and said, "How did he get this kind of thing on my feet?"

Zhang Yu also had a puzzled look on his face. He was also wondering about this problem. After thinking about it for a while, he said: "This should be similar to a spell that lowers the head, but it does not attack the person's soul. When it does not occur, it hides It's here on the sole of the foot, and it's invisible. If I hadn't seen your foot, I really wouldn't have been able to find the key point."

"Haha..." Paris couldn't help but smile and said, "So, you have done a good job by staring at my feet."

"I stared at your feet because I just saw three moles on your feet, so I was a little curious." After Zhang Yu finished speaking, he stood up with the jar and walked towards the bathroom.

He felt at ease. Even if he couldn't figure out how the other party gave Zhang Yinling and Paris such a thing, at least he could solve the problem, and the skin on the human body should no longer ulcerate.

If he can cure Paris, he can also cure Zhang Yinling.

Entering the bathroom, Zhang Yu flushed the pus and blood in the jar with water, poured it into the toilet, and then stood by the sink and washed his hands.

After only two washes, he suddenly saw something black hanging on the clothes hanging next to him.

"What is this?" He looked carefully, and then frowned even more, because he had already recognized that these were not Paris's black lace panties, or something.

"Why did he come to my place to wash this..." Zhang Yu shook his head unconsciously.

But he immediately realized that something was wrong. Paris's panties were left here last night. He remembered that he seemed to have put the things on the sink because he was answering the phone.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yu sweated again. Good guy, it turns out that Paris found this when she just went to the toilet, and then washed it.

What does this mean?

Zhang Yu suddenly had a thought, "Maybe Paris is also thinking about what I mean."

After washing his hands, Zhang Yu didn't feel embarrassed to take someone else's panties, so he walked out casually.

When he followed, he saw that Paris had changed her position, leaning back against the head of the bed, looking very leisurely, as if she regarded this place as her own home. I just didn't take off my clothes.