Ziqing pretended to be very squeamish and hated drinking medicine, frowned and said, "Xiaochan, this medicine stinks, I don't want to drink ......"

A trace of contempt and disgust flashed in Xiaochan's eyes, and she glanced at Ziqing indifferently, didn't say anything, turned around and walked towards the door......

Zi Jing chuckled in her heart, she, didn't she go to find those two fierce mothers-in-law to come in?

At first glance, the two women were not good stubbles, not butchers, but also specialized in the torture room. If you have no strength in this body, you have to have stamina or stamina, if you let the two of you restrain it, you will have no chance.

Ziqing hurriedly shouted at Xiaochan: "Okay, I'll drink, can't I drink it?" ”

Xiaochan paused and handed the medicine bowl to Ziqing.

Ziqing put the bowl under her nose and pretended to be disgusted, but in fact sniffed the breath with her nose to distinguish the types of herbs inside to confirm the efficacy of the potion.

This is a good medicine that nourishes qi and nourishes blood, but there is a little more stuff in it...... Amasan? Drugs that can inhibit nerve control seem to be in an unclear amount.

Ziqing immediately understood that they didn't want to take their own lives immediately, but to control themselves!

To drink, or not to drink?

Zijing raised her eyes slightly, and saw Xiaochan looking at herself with eyes like looking at a dead person, she sighed in her heart, she can't drink it.

Zi Jing frowned, raised his head and drank the medicine, pretending to be very uncomfortable, his body was forward, retching a few times, and nothing was spit out...... Then he lay back on the bed very weakly.

Xiaochan stood by the bed for a long time, and did not leave until she saw Ziqing's breathing steady.

As soon as Xiaochan left, Ziqing turned over and got up, casually took a box from the dresser next to her, and spit out the potion.

Pull the silver needle under the flank. Blood spurted out. Unlucky, I didn't expect the "silver cone" that I finally made to be the first to poke myself. Because the cone is too large, it touches the capillary blood vessels next to the acupuncture points and causes bleeding. Fortunately, the peristalsis of the stomach pouch was finally suppressed and the liquid medicine was digested.

Ziqing looked at the closed door, still palpitating.

Just after she drank the potion, she felt that the indifferent aura emanating from Xiaochan was even stronger, and she had been guarding it for so long. It's just to see if the effect of the medicine works. I don't have to see if I was hit. This mind ...... It's just horrible.

Ziqing didn't have time to think superfluously, the only thing she wanted to do now was strength, power...... It's hard to move an inch without strength.

Body stat values cannot be restored. Carry-on space cannot be used......

What else can you rely on? Spiritual Tips?

Mixed Element Immortal Technique? Yes, isn't there still a hybrid immortal technique?

Although this exercise can be cultivated by anyone at any time and place, regardless of the root bones of understanding, there is a world of difference between the cultivation of those who have a foundation and those who do not.

But now apart from this only thing that can be hoped for, Ziqing really can't find any other way to improve his strength.

In order to achieve the static effect faster. Ziqing immediately sat up cross-legged, and his heart turned upward......

Long. Ziqing finally felt a slight sense of qi, and hurriedly used this trace of qi to nourish his stomach, he hadn't eaten for too long, and he vomited again just now. She was already hungry with her chest pressed against her back.

She knew that Xiaochan was deliberately starving her, although she didn't know that since the other party wanted to give her medicine, he wanted to stun her. What is the purpose of starving her? But intuitively. Definitely not good.

The stomach felt a little better, and Ziqing hurriedly recovered from the meditation, calculating the time, at least two or three hours had passed.

At least six or seven hours have passed since last night, and it should be almost dawn now, right?

Thinking of this, Ziqing planned to check the movement outside the door again...... There was an even, low, slow breathing sound...... Asleep?

It seems that the two mothers-in-law have not left yet, and they cannot go out through the main entrance.

Ziqing turned back to the window...... It just so happened that the frog suddenly jumped out of the straw cage......

Ziqing's heart is Ling, there are people! Hurriedly turned back...... All that's left is the next door to this room, which is separated by a wall.

What's next door?

Ziqing hurriedly thought...... In the memory of the original owner, it seems that once he passed by the door of the next house, the door was not closed tightly, and he saw a woman with a posture no worse than himself practicing dance through the crack in the door......

So it's also a dancing girl like herself!

This kind of house is based on brick and stone, wood is used as a frame, and the upper beams are pulled through. So just climb over the beams to get to the next door.

Probably everyone didn't expect that a weak female streamer would climb the wall and climb the beam.

Ziqing took advantage of the flexibility of the original owner's body to the extreme, and finally dragged the rope tied into a sheet to climb up the beam, and then climbed along the beam to the next door.

There was no one inside.

Ziqing was overjoyed in his heart, and hurriedly hung it down with a rope...... There was a plate of snacks and a fruit bowl on the table!

Food!

Ziqing was suddenly excited, as if she saw her relatives. She looked around, then fumbled forward and wrapped the snack and fruit in a piece of cloth. Then he turned back to his room.

Ziqing quickly ate a few mung bean cakes and nibbled on a few bites of fruit to replenish his water. Then he hid the rest of the stuff and climbed back into bed to start practicing.

There was something in her stomach, and Ziqing felt that her body had regained her strength.

But after a while, there was a knock at the door......

Ziqing was just about to respond, but reacted suddenly. Yes, Xiaochan deliberately forced herself to drink ecstasy soup last night, and now she should tell the other party that she didn't get hit?

Hurriedly lay down, pretending to be unconscious...... No, this drug has a certain duration of effect, and it is not strong enough to make a person completely faint. So, when Xiaochan approached, Zijing pretended to be very tired and weak, peeled off her eyes with difficulty, and squirmed on the bed, "Uh, you... You're coming......"

At this moment, Dr. Yi, who took her pulse last night, came again, he took out a hand pillow, Xiaochan put Ziqing's wrist on it, and then he still covered Ziqing's wrist with a gauze scarf, and reached out to take the pulse......

Doctor Yi pressed his pulse for a while, his eyebrows frowned even tighter, and said, "Strange, qi and blood are stagnant, and my spirit is drowsy...... It shouldn't be. ”

Xiaochan responded: "The adults asked for a gift for Lord Qin at the time of the banquet." ”

Doctor Yi's heart tightened, for no reason, and the strength of the pulse in his hand was also slightly tight. However, he couldn't show any surprise, otherwise the woman next to him would tell this qiē and that...... A man who is more terrifying than a demon than all in the world. He's going to die a more painful death than anyone here.

Dr. Yi's gaze swept over the person who was still "muddy" on the bed, whether you pretended to be or not, I'm afraid... Ay...

A hint of pity flashed through his eyes, and then he held it tightly. (To be continued)

ps:ps: This story is heavy, and you can skip and read it in the next few chapters. Mainly because Chili accidentally saw some "history" on the Internet that was covered up by history textbooks, and was deeply stimulated. Suddenly the brain cramped, there are some "disgusting" descriptions, if you don't like it, please ignore the past~~Love you~~~

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