The waxing crescent moon poked its head out from the blue-black clouds and shed its silver light.
The night owl flies over the undulating tiles in Luoyang City. Looking around, the world is frost-colored, high and vast.
In Jiashan Square, in the guest room of a certain hotel building "No. 8", Yang Zhaoxi stood with the window open, looking around, but Liu Xiaomu was nowhere to be seen.
The sound of the xun has been played three times: the first is "Breaking Willows", the second is "Wind Into the Pines", and the third is "Song on the Sea", all of which were songs the two of them often played together when they were still in Xiong'er Mountain.
In the guest room, the sound of splashing water sounded from time to time, causing ripples in his heart. Xiaoman seemed to be unbearable, his breathing became more rapid, and strange moans came intermittently, making him uneasy. At a certain moment, He actually disliked his keen six senses. The feeling of the sound entering his ears was more like a kind of torture with a testing taste.
In the midst of distress, a clear voice suddenly sounded from behind, full of teasing: "The sweet voice is in my ears, and the beauty is in the basin. On such a good day, the little Taoist priest is actually admiring the moon!"
Yang Zhaoxi hurriedly turned around and saw Liu Xiaomu in a gorgeous dress. Her jade face and skin were better than snow. Under the light of the deep yellow lamps and candles, she was even more touching. She couldn't help but said with joy: "Aunt Xiaomu, you are so beautiful." Finally here! Miss Xiaoman was hit by a poisonous needle, and I was helpless, so I had to ask for your help..."
"Tsk tsk! We haven't seen each other for just one day, and this delicate and tender little girl ran to Young Master Yang's bed... She is so young and romantic, so chivalrous and tender! Giggle, giggle!" Liu Xiaomu lightly covered her thin lips and let out a series of charming laughter. .
"Aunt Xiaomu, stop making fun of people, it's more important to save people!" Yang Zhaoxi looked depressed. It seemed that no matter how urgent the matter was, Liu Xiaomu lost the sense of urgency and could instead find unexpected jokes. .
Seeing his anxious expression, Liu Xiaomu immediately stopped laughing, walked around the screen, and came to the wooden basin. She saw that she flicked the slender fingers of her right hand and stuck a few silk threads thinner than hair to Xiaoman's right wrist. Then gently twist the silk thread and carefully feel the fluctuations coming from the silk thread.
Yang Zhaoxi was immediately shocked when this hand of "Xuansi Pulse Diagnosis" was revealed: Liu Xiaomu, a demon cultivator, was actually proficient in the art of Qihuang!
Before Yang Chaoxi was surprised, Liu Xiaomu suddenly asked: "You said she was hit by a poisonous needle. Where was the shot?"
Yang Zhaoxi recalled the fight in the afternoon, and then said with uncertainty: "It should be in the lower body. At that time, Xiaoman shot many chopsticks and blocked the poisonous needles attacking the upper body. Only the lower body had no time to dodge."
Liu Xiaomu nodded and shook the silk thread suddenly. Hearing a "swishing" sound of water, Xiaoman's slender and graceful body broke out of the water and flew into the air! Yang Zhaoxi was caught off guard, looked at it, and turned around hurriedly He turned around and exited the screen.
Liu Xiaomu's eyes were like torches. He quickly glanced at Xiaoman's lower body and saw that she only had some tiny blood spots scattered on her legs. Although the blood spots had scabbed, there was a swollen purple-red color around the pinholes, which was obviously It is very toxic.
When Xiaoman's body fell back, she flicked the fingers of her left hand and shot out several threads in an instant. Xiaoman was suspended above the wooden basin like a string puppet. Immediately, she waved out her right hand and touched Xiaoman's back. At the waist, a soft flow of Yin Yuan entered the legs, wrapped the poisonous needles, and then shot them out in all directions!
"Chi chi chi chi!" Several poisonous needles flew out and stuck on the couch, the wooden basin, and the screen... Two more poisonous needles penetrated the screen and stabbed Yang Chaoxi, but he waved his sleeves to block it.
But ten breaths later, Liu Xiaomu's voice sounded, calm and leisurely: "Little Taoist priest, come in!"
Only then did Yang Zhaoxi calm down. She picked up the two poisonous needles through her sleeves, walked around the screen and said, "Aunt Xiaomu, have the poisons been eliminated? The witch who took action said they were 'dew acacia needles'.
Does Auntie know what kind of strange poison it is?"
Liu Xiaomu rolled his eyes at him: "Exotic poisons are the most difficult to refine, and everything is valuable. How can ordinary Jianghu rangers come up with so many strange poisons for people to enjoy? This is just a poison tempered with the potent aphrodisiac poison 'Hehuan Powder'
It's just a needle. It's hard for her to be able to hold on to the last trace of clarity.
Just now, I used my Yin energy to force out the poisonous needle for her, so that the poison will no longer continue to invade her body. As for the poison that has already melted into the body, it is a bit troublesome."
Yang Chaoxi felt a little relieved: "Auntie, does he have a way to detoxify this poison?"
Liu Xiaomu suddenly looked strange and said: "There are two ways, but the choice depends on your decision."
Yang Chaoxi wondered: "I am neither the father or brother of the young girl, nor her relatives and friends, so how can I make a decision? If I make a wrong decision, wouldn't it harm her?"
Liu Xiaomu seemed to have thought of something and couldn't help but chuckle. Seeing Yang Chaoxi looking at him with confusion, he immediately stopped smiling: "This is the first way! It can be said to be simple, but it can also be said to be complicated.
If you have sex with her tonight, and when your love becomes stronger, there will be no cure for Hehuan Powder."
"Ah? This..." Yang Chaoxi felt a "buzz" sound, and her mind was instantly confused.
In this moment of trance, the faces of Guan Lin'er, Qin Qing, and Cui Wan flashed through his mind. The facial features of Guan Lin'er and Tan Qing gradually overlapped, and soon they transformed into Cui Wan; Cui Wan's whole body was white, with only
The gauze and the short robe cover the body... That blood-curdling, yet extremely tangled scene seems to be before our eyes again.
Beauty is indeed a captivating prison!
Ask yourself, Xiaoman's appearance is worse than that of Guan Lin'er, Qin Qing, and Cui Wan. Even compared with Liu Xiaomu, she is not inferior. It would be a lie to say that she has no intention of moving!
At the moment, Xiaoman is just driven by toxicity. If she really does such things, how different will she be from Tian Hua and others? If she wakes up, how should she deal with herself? How should she treat herself...
Yang Zhaoxi instantly fell into the entanglement of morality and lust, and was in a dilemma.
"What? Aren't you still happy? Cack!" Liu Xiaomu's voice sounded again, full of the joy of teasing others.
Yang Chaoxi's thoughts were interrupted by her laughter, and she said with a red face: "How can Aunt Xiaomu, how can she teach thieves and perverts... let's talk about the second way!"
The method Liu Xiaomu just mentioned is actually true, and it can naturally completely remove the aphrodisiac poison. However, in this way, Yang Zhaoxi's innate essence will be destroyed, and the "Chosen Son" of the human race that she has been looking for for many years will be abolished.
At the same time, Xiaoman also has another identity, which is not yet easy to explain. If she loses her integrity because of this today, it will be a fatal disaster for her!
The reason why she deliberately mentioned the first method was to test Yang Chaoxi's moral integrity and his perseverance.
Seeing that Yang Chaoxi could resist the temptation at this time, Liu Xiaomu couldn't help but praise: "Ha! It is said that heroes have a hard time with beauty, but today's little Taoist priest's decision made my aunt look up to her with admiration! The second method is easier, go and fight a few more times.
Bring a bucket of well water and fill this tub with water so that I can proceed with the next steps."
Yang Zhaoxi asked doubtfully: "The well water we just dug is already quite a lot, why is it not enough?"
Liu Xiaomu picked up a handful of water from the depths of the wooden basin and raised it in his face: "Little Taoist priest, haven't you heard of 'karma burns the body'? Such hot well water can be used to cook porridge, but how can it be used to remove it?"
poison?"
The handful of water fell on his face, and it was indeed slightly hot. In addition, there was still a faint fragrance of powder. Yang Chaoxi understood instantly. He immediately stood up, picked up the wooden buckets, and left the guest room. Not long after, he met the hostel.
Together with the boy, we returned carrying a few buckets of well water.
He paid some more money and sent the waiter away. Then he carried four buckets of cold well water into the room and poured it into the wooden basin that was almost burning dry.
After doing this, Yang Zhaoxi stepped back six feet away, so that he could not see Xiaoman's body below the neck, and then said: "Auntie, what should we do next?"
Liu Xiaomu lifted the embroidered shoes lightly and pushed a wooden bucket in front of him, with a face full of teasing: "Next, I need to borrow your 'Pure Yang Blood'. Should you do it yourself, or will your aunt help you?"
"Do you want so much?" Yang Zhaoxi looked at the wooden barrel at his feet, his face was cold, his voice was dry, and he said in disbelief, "Don't you want to drain all the blood from Xiaodao, so that one life can be exchanged for another?"
"Giggle, giggle! Look how scared you are!" Liu Xiaomu was already laughing so hard that her flower branches were trembling. He took out a white jade goblet from his arms, handed it to Yang Chaoxi and said, "Just one goblet is enough, it's best.
It’s blood from two streams. Be careful when cutting! If you accidentally prick a major vein, my aunt won’t be able to save you. Haha!”
Yang Zhaoxi hid outside the screen again, untied his crotch, turned the hilt of the sword upside down, and lightly stabbed his thigh. Blood immediately flowed along his thigh, calf, and towards his heel. He threw away the long sword and put the white jade goblet against the wound.
, the blood just seemed like a thin stream, gurgling into the goblet's belly.
After a goblet of "Pure Yang Blood" was filled, Yang Chaoxi gently put it aside and quickly wrapped the wound with gold medicine and silk gauze. Then he picked up the "Pure Yang Blood" and carefully transferred it to the screen.
Passed it to Liu Xiaomu's hand.
Liu Xiaomu took the white jade goblet and poured it into the wooden basin, quickly dyeing the well water blood red.
Xiaoman's entire body was not covered in the blood, only his head was exposed, his eyes were groggy, and he looked in ecstasy, as if he was enjoying himself.
Without saying a word, Liu Xiaomu stretched out his hand to press the Shenting, front and Baihui acupoints on Xiaoman's head. Yin Yuan Qi continued to pour in, quickly filling his limbs and bones.
These Yin Yuan Qi are like thousands of tiny swimming fish, tirelessly devouring toxins in Xiaoman's body. When they are almost swallowed, the Yin Yuan Qi turns from gray to pink, and begins to rush out of the pores.
, wandering around Xiaoman’s body.
At this moment, a rather magical scene happened!
The bright red blood began to dissipate quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye. The well water in the basin began to become clear and translucent.
The lights were dim. But Yang Zhaoxi, who had excellent eyesight, could still clearly see through the well water the round outline sunk at the bottom of the basin...