After Song Deming heard Tang Fan's words, he laughed loudly and said: "As long as I can save my life, it doesn't matter if I shed some blood!"

Tang Fan first took out a jade vase, then grabbed Song Deming's hand, pinched it lightly with his fingertips, and immediately a blood arrow flew out and landed accurately in the jade vase.

Tang Fan put the jade bottle away and said: "This blood worm needs the host's blood to nourish it at any time. As long as your blood is there, even though it is in my body, it will still not be noticed by the caster."

Song Deming asked curiously: "Then why does it come out of my body and explode every few days?"

Tang Fan said: "What came out was not blood worms, and what exploded was not blood, but your... vitality!"

Ning Deming's expression changed slightly and he said: "In other words, every time it explodes, my vitality will decrease?"

"According to my calculations, within this month, your vitality has been reduced by half a year. As bloodworm attacks become more and more frequent, then..."

Tang Fan didn't say anything further, but everyone knew what the result would be.

Boss Zhao said angrily: "This is unreasonable, the person who casts the spell is too bad!"

Tang Fan said: "The person who cast the spell is indeed bad, but the designer of this plan is even more hateful. If he doesn't cooperate inside and outside, how can he get close to the leader!"

Mr. Hu glanced at Tang Fan, then at Song Deming, but finally said nothing.

Boss Zhao also glanced at Song Deming and asked: "Tang Fan, can you make up for the vitality that the chief has lost?"

Without waiting for Tang Fan to answer, Song Deming smiled and said: "It's only half a year, don't be afraid!"

Tang Fan smiled and said: "Not to mention half a year, not even half a day. Since I have caught up with this matter, I will not only make up for the lost vitality of the leader, but also help him deal with the hidden diseases in his body to ensure your health.

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Song Deming looked curious and asked: "Is it really possible?"

Tang Fan said: "Although the Blood Sacrifice Insect has been in your body for a short time, it has already caused trauma, and I still need to nurse it back."

After Tang Fan finished speaking, he glanced at Mr. Hu casually.

Huan Bang was a good man and understood immediately. He looked at Boss Zhao and said, "Xiao Zhao, let Tang Fan concentrate on treating Deming's injuries first. Let's go out and sit for a while."

"well……"

Boss Zhao and Huan Bang walked out together.

Lord Tang looked at Song Deming and said: "Chief, please sit down and I will expel the toxins from your body first."

Song Deming asked: "How much toxins did the bloodworms leave in my body?"

Tang Fan smiled faintly, stared into Song Deming's eyes and said, "Blood worms are blood worms, and toxins are toxins!"

"What did you say?"

"Chief, although I don't understand officialdom, I think it's not just the hermits of Sangju who are targeting you. Maybe you can guess something in your mind."

Only then did Song Deming understand the reason why Tang Fan "driven" Hu and Zhao out, and asked: "Actually, I have suspected it for a long time, but I just couldn't believe it. Is this poison powerful?"

Tang Fan asked: "In the past six months, have you occasionally felt numbness in your palms, weak body, and too lazy to move?"

"Well, I don't have enough energy. I thought I was getting old."

Tang Fan shook his head and said: "Your health is very good. I can responsibly say that without the intervention of any external drugs, you will not get sick within ten years. However, this poison is a chronic poison. He

It can limit the flow rate of your blood, thereby controlling the nerves in your brain and slowing down the attack."

"yes!"

Tang Fan took the note and kept it in his heart, then raised his palm and turned it into ashes.

Song Deming suddenly asked: "Tang Fan, don't you hate me?"

"Why do I hate you?"

Song Deming said: "Last time Ye Jifeng went to the Five Immortals Sect to arrest Ye Tang, I signed the order!"

Tang Fan said: "The order you signed does not mean that it is the order you gave, does it?"

"It seems, you understand?"

Tang Fan shook his head and said: "Before I met you, I didn't just hate you, but now, not only do I not hate you, but I also admire you!"

"As long as you don't blame me."

Song Deming nodded happily. Although the conversation between the two was heart-to-heart, it was like playing a charade.

However, they both understood each other's thoughts.

"When people are in the arena, they can't help themselves!"

Song Deming sighed and looked very helpless.

"Chief, I would like to ask you a question."

"What?"

Tang Fan took out a golden token from the Qiankun Bag and asked, "Do you recognize it?"

Tang Fan's move was very rash, but he still wanted to give it a try.

"This is...the Black Dragon Order!"

Song Deming looked at Tang Fan in disbelief and immediately asked: "Why do you have the Black Dragon Order?"

"My dad gave it to me."

"Your dad?"
Chapter completed!