“…… You brought it back, why didn't you tell me! ”

Looking at her sister's innocent face, Feng Lan rolled her eyes, couldn't help but press her temples lightly, and shook her head helplessly.

Immediately stepped forward quickly, took the little golden hairpin in Xiang Xing's hand, and held it in his fingertips.

The little guy raised his soft eyes, only to see the man pursed his thin lips slightly, and turned cold and made a gesture of closing his eyes.

After a while, he opened his peach blossom eyes again, and the bottom of his eyes was stained with faint chagrin.

"Sure enough, it was a trick."

Feng Lan sighed lightly, turned around quickly, and returned to Situ Ling's bed with the little golden hairpin.

Seeing this, Xiang Xing couldn't help but follow, shrunk behind the man, his soft eyes widened, and he looked back and forth curiously.

I saw Feng Lan half-squatting down, first reaching out and rolling up Situ Ling's sleeve for a few minutes, revealing the small bamboo pole-like arm.

Then he pinched it a few times, as if he had found a certain acupuncture point, and quickly poked it at that position with a small golden hairpin.

The little guy only heard a "bang", and when he saw that Situ Ling suddenly seemed to be stimulated by something, the whole person straightened up and sat up straight......

However, his eyes were still closed, and he didn't seem to have woken up from a coma.

Seeing this, Feng Lan first stared at Xiang Xing for a while, but suddenly stared at Xiang Xing.

Gently climbed her delicate shoulders with both hands, lowered her head slightly, and said softly: "Sister Xing'er, I need your help." ”

"Good!"

The little one immediately stood up straight, and focused his head very seriously.

Just salute and say a promise to complete the task.

Seeing this, the man smiled, and couldn't help but raise his hand and rub his little hairy head.

"Come, sit down behind the Holy One,"

He pulled Xiang Xing and pointed to the empty position behind Situ Ling after he sat up.

His expression became a little more serious, and his voice was calm, "You will look at my eyes for a while, we must urge the internal force at the same time at the same time, so that we can reopen the meridians of the saint's whole body and make him wake up, understand?" ”

“…… Hmm, open up the meridians? ”

The little guy frowned a little incomprehensibly, and tilted his head, "Brother Fenglan, what kind of plan did the Holy Lord fall for?" ”

It's neither a disease nor a poison, it can't be a metaphysics like a head drop.

"To put it simply, the saint was injured by a very mysterious kind of external and internal strength."

Feng Lan sat opposite Situ Ling while patiently popularizing science, "This kind of internal power is very vicious, as long as it invades the person's body, it will slowly spread to the meridians of the whole body of the recruiter, and destroy it from the inside little by little, and finally spread to the whole body. ”

"Therefore, the Holy Lord's fainting is not sudden, but gradually accumulated over the past few days."

"Is it because of that internal strength, which is attached to this little golden hairpin?"

Xiang Xing blinked his soft eyes a little clearly.

frowned slightly, "No, if Xiao Jinchai is the source of infection of that internal strength, then we have been staying with Sister Fenghan for the past few days, why is there only one saint?" ”

Is this internal power still able to automatically lock the designated target?

How could there be such high technology in ancient times?

Unexpectedly, Feng Lan laughed.

"This kind of yin poisonous internal strength will not work on women, people who have not practiced martial arts, and people who practice negative internal breath."