There was a pained expression on Ye'er's face, and her hands were about to tear the clothes on her body. Huang Hai quickly went over to hold her back, and comforted her in a distressed low voice: "It's okay, you'll be fine soon, just bear with it a little longer."

"Is that glass of wine causing trouble? I'm confused. Let's save people first. Mr. Li, just tell me what you need me to do."

Ma Ye was also nervous. His understanding of strange things like Gu worms was not as profound as those in the Zhu family, but he felt it was more mysterious and weird.

"You are a painter, so you have a way of writing." Zhu Tong smeared the blood on the silver needle with the blood from his fingertips. His luck was suppressed. He felt the black energy shrinking before he breathed a sigh of relief. He picked up an egg and said to Ma Ye: "Here it is.

Write the word you are best at on it, and write it in blood, your blood. I am thinking about Miss Su who was harmed by your glass of wine, and make it up to her."

The master of traditional Chinese painting did not hesitate, took the egg, pricked his fingertip with a silver needle, and concentrated on writing the word "plum" on the white egg.

After all, the master's kung fu is not just a boast. The blood-red plum blossom characters are reflected on the white eggs, and the look is particularly beautiful.

"Sign your name." Zhu Tong said viciously.

Ye'er's condition is now stable, which gives him time to play pranks.

"Really need a signature? Weird." Ma Ye drew a horse on the other side of the egg, and a few stars behind it to represent night.

"Hmph! Call your precious disciple here. If she is still a virgin, she will also write a letter." Zhu Tong grabbed the egg from Ma Ye's hand, waved a silver needle to carve hexagonal plum blossom holes in the front and back, and gently opened the leaf.

With his left hand, he carefully placed the egg on the blue mark on the palm of his hand.

The talisman technique of the seventh-grade Zhumen mostly uses words to express spirituality. The old liar once said: If you can write a word to express the spirit, this word is a talisman! As for saving people or harming people, it all depends on your state of mind.

In the past, Zhu Tong didn't dare to believe the old liar's words. Now he is trying his best to think of a way to save Ye'er. Of course, he can come up with any idea. It doesn't matter whether it's good or bad. As long as it's a way to exorcise and suppress evil spirits, he can use it.

Use it for her.

"You also write your best calligraphy." Zhu Tong handed Huang Hai an egg; this made Officer Huang hesitate. How could his calligraphy be compared with that of the master of traditional Chinese painting? But the doctor insisted that as the only relative, he could only

It can be complied with. Besides, facing such a mysterious healing technique, Huang Hai's mind was already a little confused.

Ask him to write, of course he can only write his own name. Those are the two words he writes the most and has the most experience.

Huang Hai has a strong body and strong blood. As soon as the silver needle pricked his finger, blood rushed out. He drew an awkward word "海" on the white egg and carefully signed his name on the other side.

Ye'er's right hand was opened, and Zhu Tong pierced hexagonal plum blossom holes on both ends of the egg, placed it in the middle of his palm, and asked her to hold it tightly.

Zhu Tong also picked up an egg, hesitating, this one was the most important. Ye'er trembled slightly on the bed, Zhu Tong concentrated on staring at that beautiful face, and slowly, the distracting thoughts in his heart were driven away by his expression.

, in the pure heart, there is a burning love and compassion.

The love was so deep that Zhu Tongcai pricked his finger and wrote the word "child" on the egg, but did not sign it.

Three holes were pierced with a silver needle, and white eggs were stuffed into Ye'er's mouth.

Ye'er became quiet, and those around him took a breath; while the little liar took two steps back, sat down, and couldn't lift his hands even half an inch.

He could no longer write the characters for ghost or dog that he was good at; when the old liar taught them to write these characters, he had said: three ghosts protect the body and four ghosts kill, and if two dogs are together, there will probably be a conflict.

Mei Lanting was called over by Ma Ye, looking a little dissatisfied with Zhu Tong.

But the little liar doesn't care about all this. He always only cares about the results and doesn't care much about what others think.

Zhu Tong closed his eyes for a moment, then reluctantly opened an egg. He grabbed Mei Lanting's right index finger and pricked it with a silver needle. Regardless of whether she wanted to or not, he dropped the blood into the egg white: "If Miss Mei is still in the original body, please wait for Miss Su."

Write a word on your chest, the word you are best at, right here, and the position cannot be wrong." After saying that, he stretched out his hand to touch the Tanzhong point on Mei Lanting's chest.

Mei Lanting swung his body and quickly dodged, and his movement was beyond Zhu Tong's expectation.

Sorry, Zhu Tong's fingertips brushed against the peak of one of Mei Lanting's breasts, and it felt wonderful. Only then did he think of embarrassingly saying to a young man of the opposite sex: "I'm sorry, I was so presumptuous in rushing to save someone."

.Miss Mei, we will be going out in a moment. Please write a word here for Miss Su. Any word can be used, but you cannot write fire and gold or words with fire and gold."

Mei Lanting responded softly, lowered his blushing face in embarrassment, glanced at Zhu Tong's fingertips on his chest, and nodded: "Do I want to sign too?"

"Of course." Zhu Tong said, walking out of the private room with Ma Ye. Huang Hai hesitated for a moment but followed him out, then closed the door behind him.

Huang Hai handed Zhu Tong a cigarette and lit it for him before letting Ma Ye smoke. The master refused: "I only drink wine and don't smoke. You young people should smoke less. That stuff is not good for your health. Mr. Li

With clever methods of treating diseases, Miss Su will definitely recover. It is said that the origin of Chinese characters is related to witchcraft, but I didn’t expect that writing can cure diseases? Mr. Li, can all Chinese characters be used as talismans?"

Zhu Tong said nothing, only looked at the door of the private room worriedly. Even after using so many spells, he was still not sure whether Ye'er could get through this level.

It's not that Zhu Tong is being arrogant. This is his first time using a charm to save someone. He felt mentally exhausted after writing the three ghosts and one dog just now, which is similar to the symptoms of a young man during practice.

What’s more, when I wrote the word “child” later, I felt like my whole body was being emptied out. In addition, my right arm was so sore that I couldn’t lift it up at all now.

Strange? The little liar took a few deep puffs of cigarette to regain some energy. He thought about his own situation and ignored Ma Ye's "asking down".

Mei Lanting's screams came from the private room. Zhu Tong was hesitating when Ma Ye opened the door and pushed him in: "It's important to save people. Remember you are a doctor." He closed the door again with a "bang".

Ye'er was half-sitting on the bunk lazily, eyes closed, and moaning softly; her top was lifted up to her neck, and her white lace bra hung on one side. Zhu Tong saw half of her beautiful body like mutton-fat white jade at a glance,

The slender white pink neck, the tender and plump breasts, and the two proud blushes all strongly stimulated Zhu Tong's senses.

Mei Lanting gave him a squeeze: "Mr. Li, she--she sat up and hugged me------."

Only then did Zhu Tong see the bright red "中" character between Ye'er's breasts, which should be Mei Lanting's handwriting. Ye'er's body exuded amazing allure, but her beauty was so abnormal that every bit of her seemed to tremble.

They are all filled with the magic of sex.

In the past ten years, Zhu Tong has unbuttoned the clothes of at least twenty young girls and admired many beautiful bodies, but he has never felt like he does now. In his opinion, facing someone who is eye-catching or heart-pleasing

The Female Companion is a simple adventure that focuses on the excitement in the process. You can really reach your destination without feeling too much.

Ye'er's body is completely different. There seems to be brilliance sliding under the skin, attracting explorers to stroke and touch. She also seems to be suffering from inexplicable shocks. Her snow-like skin trembles and twists, and she breathes rapidly and slightly.

With a moan.

The most terrible thing is the fine beads of sweat oozing out from the delicate pores, which evaporate into body fragrance like semen, making the ambiguous atmosphere in the private room even more beautiful; Mei Lanting's originally clear eyes also have a little bit of water floating in them.

What fascinates people is not her body, but the butterfly Gu hidden inside. Zhu Tong instantly realizes that Ye'er cannot die, and the butterfly Gu needs this body; Ye'er's biggest fear now is the sexual intercourse between men and women. Butterfly

Gu has been awakened by the wine and wants to break out of the cocoon with the help of the most primitive spiritual energy in life.

The disgusting and evil spirit in the Gu worm has been dissolved by the few words just now. Now the Gu worm only has pure vitality left, and it is indeed the most tenacious.

Mei Lanting must have used a technique on Ye'er. Zhu Tong suppressed the impulse and laid Ye'er's body flat. After only completing this simple action, Zhu Tong had already begun to admire himself. The tenderness of the tentacles was far more than what he saw.

The good thing is that he can feel Ye'er's heat.

Zhu Tongnian moved the five silver needles and activated the Three Ghost Suppression Talisman, gathering and refining the black energy lingering under the silver needles little by little. Of course, the eyes took advantage and ate all the edible tofu; the eyes ate it.

If you don't get it, you'll have to indulge in sexual intercourse a few times.

"I'll give you a dog tooth, hum! Why is this evil so powerful that it makes you want to plot against me?"

While Zhu Tong was enjoying himself, another silver needle was inserted into the outside of the five needles, between the head and eyes of the character "dog". Zhu Tong suddenly became clear-minded and secretly called luck, he was almost confused by the beast; although Mei Lanting's needle was

Whether it was piercing Ye'er's body, Zhu Tong felt the deepest feeling. The silver needle was just like piercing his Qingming point.

This character "dog" really resonates with me! It seems that good people can't do it often, and they have to be careful when writing in the future. At least they can't write the character "dog" casually. Zhu Tong thought selfishly, and the bright light on Ye'er's body began to fade away.

The fading part was absorbed by the four eggs, and the redness that spread across the skin was reduced. This time the difficulty was over.

The silver needle was gently pulled out, Zhu Tong carefully took out a piece of dog skin plaster, and "popped" it on Ye'er's white belly. He was scared, Ye'er's current situation was really not good, just like a spring-haired cat.

A cat will lose its self-control after being teased for a long time. This plaster can deter her desires, but Zhu Tong is not sure how effective it will be, because the model of the dog-skin plaster is not quite right, and it was prepared by Zhu Tong for himself.

Mei Lanting watched in surprise as Zhu Tong put on the plaster, but without asking any questions, he carefully dressed Ye'er. Zhu Tong sat on the opposite bunk and panted, his eyes closed, thinking about the tofu feast just now.

Five minutes later, Zhu Tong used a needle to wake up Ye'er; she seemed to understand what had just happened, her face was red with embarrassment, she did not dare to look at Zhu Tong and Mei Lanting, her head almost buried in her chest.

"Miss Su, I want to remind you that until you fully recover, not only can you not drink, but you can't even do that--things. You must have perseverance and be able to control yourself. In the past few days, you must cultivate legitimate hobbies and noble habits.

Sentiment means cultivating righteousness and controlling one's emotions and desires. This is for your own good and for the good of others. Fortunately, it won't last long. As a young man with a higher education, it shouldn't be difficult for him to be noble enough to recover temporarily.

Is it difficult?"

Zhu Tongzhen pretended to be an assistant doctor and told Ye'er the precautions in a serious manner. Mei Lanting pursed her lips and smiled, and in the end, Ye'er ignored the shyness and laughed softly. Zhu Tong breathed a sigh of relief, and then he was sure that Ye

Ye'er didn't leave any sequelae; but it was still troublesome. Zhu Tong felt that Ye'er looked at him in the wrong way.

Drawing talismans and writing spells takes a lot of effort. Ye'er, as a client, felt the doctor's pity and love for her in the process; he is really not like ordinary doctors, more mysterious, and has a wild nature hidden deep inside.

Ma Ye and Huang Hai came in and were happy to see everything was normal.

Three white eggs were placed on the tea tray on the table, and the smelliest one had been thrown away.

Zhu Tong originally wanted to throw all the eggs away, but Ye'er didn't want to. She even refused to break the eggshells.

"Mr. Ma has never written on eggs, right? I want to collect them, they saved my life."

"It's still worth a lot of money." Zhu Tong admired the blood words on the three eggs. Of course, his skill was that of a master of traditional Chinese painting. The bright red word "plum" was as if carved on the eggshell, and it looked wiped clean.

If you don't drop it, Huang Hai's calligraphy is worthless, and the blood stains are dim and scattered, so there is no collection value at all.

Ma Ye played with the egg with the word "child" written by Zhu Tong, and commented: "Mr. Li has at least ten years of experience in writing the word "child". It can penetrate the paper and stick together without being messy. It can be seen that he has put a lot of effort into this character.

. I have never heard of the child's character spell before, and this is the first time I have seen it. It is powerful, and young people are amazing. A child's ox has no horns, and today's horns are used in time and should not be used. But is that so?"

Because the egg was placed in Ye'er's mouth, the word "Tong" on it was just a red mark. Ma Ye was a painter and knew what this meant: the power contained in the word "Zhu Tong" had penetrated into the eggshell.

"I don't deserve the praise of the master. I don't know much about the art of spells either in words or in my heart. We are about to arrive at the station. We have to get off here. You------." Zhu Tong gently avoided Ma Ye.

As a temptation, he did have time to write this childish character, but the effort he concentrated on it could not be said to be profound.

A young cow has no horns. Now let’s talk about horns. Use them when they are needed but don’t use them. What does this mean? Does the old guy advise you to curb your sharpness?

"We also have to get off the bus, why don't we all go together? Miss Su has already become a disciple of Lao Xian, and her business is my business. I have stayed in the city for a long time this time, so I am taking my disciples out for a walk to relax. There is no guarantee.

Where to go. If you stay with Mr. Li, you can gain more knowledge. Ashamed! The old man boasts a deep understanding of Chinese studies. This is the first time I have seen Mr. Li's spell-curing skills. It is said that a journey of thousands of miles breaks thousands of books, and there are strange people in the mountains and rivers.
To be continued...