Chapter 242: Turmoil is Hard to Control (4)
Yu Yin took the prescription and looked at it. The first few flavors are all ordinary medicinal materials, and it is also correct to replenish and detoxify, and then there are precious things such as bird's nest and ginseng, and then there is a load of white rice, a pound of candied fruit, and two pounds of sugar. Before he could finish reading, Yu Yin threw his clothes away.
"What is this?!" after pointing to the rice and sugar, "boy, what kind of tricks are you playing?"
Canghai tilted his head sideways and slanted at him, and said lightly: "Your brother doesn't need to eat?" rolled his eyes, and his voice was one degree higher, "I don't have to eat?" raised his eyebrows and looked at the forbearance for a while, and when he turned around, he added: "The food should be fresh." β
Yu Yin stopped and clenched his fists. Turned around sharply and connected the dots with the silver flute.
The sea was sealed before the key point could be resisted, and his face turned pale in an instant. Yu Yin was still not at ease, so he pulled the belt of the sea and tied his hands and feet in one place and threw him on the ground. Wrapped Yu Sheng in a quilt and hugged him to the bed, pillowed his pillow, and covered the quilt. Looking back at the sea, he finally lifted him to the end of the bed and sat down, pulling the aftersound quilt over his legs and feet.
Yu Yin said: "How long can he last?"
Canghai looked at him for a while, and said unwillingly: "Three days." β
Yu Yin breathed a sigh of relief. Then he said: "How can you still use your internal strength after sealing your second vein?"
Canghai's eyes drooped and rolled. No, I don't.
Yu Yin stepped forward and touched the acupoints on his body, but he felt that the few acupoints in the back were not sealed, and he couldn't help frowning. Immediately it is known that it is the kung fu of the acupuncture class. Yu Yin snorted, squinted and said, "I underestimate you." But he didn't do it again.
"You say he has no five senses?" Yu Sheng looked at the sea, "can he hear us?"
Canghai couldn't turn his head, only glanced to the side. Suddenly, there was pain in the top of his head, but he was slapped a few times by Yu Yin lifting the silver flute. Yu Yin looked at him so angry that his lips trembled, and he couldn't help but smile slightly, "You might as well chat with him, so as not to make him bored." β
He pressed his hand on the quilt again and said, "I'm gone." If this boy can't cure your poison, I'll ask him to bury you. β
Speaking of which, Yu Yin didn't understand why he would believe a prisoner who had not dried up at that time. A rich man who has no ability lacks heart.
Although Yu Sheng's eyes were closed as if he was out of breath, but in fact, his five senses were not lost, and the conversation between Yu Yin and Canghai entered his ears one by one, and he heard that he still had three days to think that it was not too serious, and he listened to Canghai's words confidently, and he did not feel relieved. When the room is quiet, try to use internal power to suppress toxicity.
But the sea is not easy. During the day, the two of them have been sealed once in the acupoint, although there is a method of moving the acupoint, but it also needs internal strength to operate, which is already labor-intensive, and the internal strength of the two is not low, and they have been hit in a few places. What's more, even if it's not an acupuncture point, a finger anywhere is enough to bear.
Canghai was connected twice in one day. This time I really didn't expect it, the first few heavy points were not missed, and I felt that my strength was better, and I thought it was the first time I didn't go all out.
Canghai had to close his eyes and rush to the acupoint, but he felt that it was extremely dishonest to rush left and right with the old poison all over his body, as if the Gu worm was devouring, and he was about to break out of the flesh when the Gu main body was weak. The meridians of the whole body seem to be stretched open from the inside, rising to the limit, and the pain is to the limit. Canghai had to press the poisonous acupoint for a while, and after a short time, the poisonous blood flowed out of the ear, and the white shirt on his shoulders slipped down, dyed a black purple.
An hour away, he finally broke through the big hole in the body, and immediately felt that the internal breath doubled.
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