Three days later, on the night of the full moon, Ning Shiyi comprehended what Steward Pang said. It's really itchy, people can't wait to use a knife to remove the itchy part, but they can't determine where the specific itch is, like countless ants crawling in the body, burrowing into the internal organs, crawling into the cracks of the bones, and swimming along the meridians......

His face was sometimes red, sometimes pale, and the sweat of the bean was dripping down, he could bear it before, but then he couldn't, he gasped in his throat, and ripped off all the clothes on his body, and the rest of his middle pants were also torn into strips of rags, and there were blood marks everywhere on his body, and the nails were full of broken flesh, and there was no good place on his body.

Ning Jiu looked at him like this, his eyes were red, and he pulled out his legs and walked out.

Murong Mian stopped him, "Where are you going?" ”

Ning Jiu said hatefully, "The slave went to find the one surnamed Pang to get the antidote." ”

Murong Mian stretched out his hand and pointed at Ning Shiyi's acupoint, so that he could no longer scratch himself, Ning Shiyi couldn't move, there was no pain to relieve the itch, it was worse than death.

He begged Murong Mian, "Master, let the slave catch it, the slave is really itching, Master, please, untie me, Master, ......"

Ning Shiyi is not a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death, he has been strictly trained and can endure the pain that ordinary people can't bear, and the torture used on him in the prison doesn't frown his brows, but this kind of itching is obviously beyond his ability to bear.

Murong Mian clenched his fists, the master here is very smart, he knows how to disintegrate a person's dignity, how to wear down a person's will, how to make the iron-clad man submit in front of him.

Ning Shiyi was so uncomfortable that he couldn't even speak, his lips trembled, saliva flowed down the corners of his mouth, dragging the shiny silk, from time to time because he was out of breath, his eyes rolled white, for him, being seen in such an embarrassed appearance was more uncomfortable than death, but he couldn't care about it, he looked at Murong Mian pleadingly, and called vaguely, "Master...... Please......"

Murong Mian has always valued the people around him, seeing him like this, how can he not feel distressed, closed his eyes and said, "Untie him." ”

Ning Shijiu hurriedly solved the acupoint for Ning Shiyi, Ning Shiyi couldn't hold it back, once he could move, his two hands immediately grabbed his body fiercely, digging out two deep marks, blood gushed out, and a bright red spread over the tattered flesh.

Ning Nineteen was so frightened that he immediately froze him again, "Brother Eleven, you bear with it, you will die if you continue like this." ”

The pain relieved the itch, Ning Shiyi gasped for breath and shook his head, "I can't die, I still want to go to see Yue'er." ”

Murong Mian walked to the window, looked up at the sky, a bright moon hung in the air, round like a big jade plate, he didn't look back, said, "Eleven, bear with it again, it'll be fine after a while." He said to Ning Nineteen again, "You look at him, I'll go out for a while." After saying that, he lifted the curtain and walked out.

Ning Shijiu looked at Murong Mian, and then at Ning Shiyi, he was in a dilemma, he was a guard, and he had to stay away from the emperor an inch, but Ning Shiyi was here again......

Although Ning Shiyi was extremely uncomfortable, he still knew how to scold him, "What are you still doing in a daze, hurry up!" ”

Ning Nineteen looked at him hesitantly, "Brother Eleven, ...... you"

"I'm fine, let's go," Ning Shiyi said weakly, "The slave can't let the master get into danger." ”

Ning Shijiu chased him out, but Murong Mian was on the roof, took off the glass headlights, and slammed them on the ground, with a few loud noises, and the ground was crystal clear.

Murong Mian saw Ning Nineteen come out, pointed with his hand, and was angry, "What are you going to do with you, go in and guard him!" ”

Ning Shijiu saw that he hadn't gone far, so he hurriedly ran into the house again, and saw that Ning Shiyi's mouth was full of blood. It turned out that Ning Shiyi was hit with an acupoint and couldn't move, so in order to relieve the itching, he bit his lips and tongue out.

Ning Shijiu rolled up his sleeves and walked over, stretching his arm to Ning Shiyi's mouth, "Brother Eleven, if you feel uncomfortable, bite me." ”

Murong Mian made such a big movement outside, and Steward Pang came quickly when he heard this, looked at the angry man on the roof, and raised his hand, "Master Huang, what's wrong with you, these lights are in the way of you?" ”

Murong Mian looked at him condescendingly, and said coldly, "The lamp is not in the way, you are in the way." ”

Steward Pang smiled indifferently, "As a steward, Pang Mou does his best for you on weekdays, and I don't know where the hospitality is not good, please let Master Huang speak clearly." ”

Murong Mian flew down, stood in front of him, and got straight to the point, "Give me the antidote." ”

Steward Pang glanced at the room with the lights on, "It turned out to be for Eleven," he said slowly, "The medicine was rushed by him, I didn't force him, since he is willing to be punished for Yue'er, he should bear the consequences." ”

"He has done nothing wrong for his own woman," Murong Mian said, "It's you who are wrong, isn't it too despicable to give such a sinister medicine to a woman who is pregnant with a child?" ”

"This medicine is amazing," said Steward Pang, "when it is strong, it is strong, and when it is weak, it is weak, Yue'er will not suffer so much, and it will not hurt the child, you can rest assured." ”

Murong Mian is a little suspicious, is there a medicine in the world that is strong when it is strong, and weak when it is weak? It was also amazing, but this place was full of magic, and he thought of the mysterious master.

"I want to see your master."

Steward Pang refused, "I'm afraid it's hard to obey." ”

"Why?"

"The host doesn't see any outsiders." Steward Pang looked up at the sky, "The hour has passed, the pain of eleven is over," he took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms and threw it to Murong Mian, "This is a special wound medicine, put it on the wound for him, and it will be good quickly." ”

Murong Mian took the vial, watched his back go farther and farther away in the night, and said, "I can help you deal with Munda!" ”

Steward Pang hesitated and turned around, "What did you say?" ”

"You have captured the people of Dongyue three or four times, don't you just want to provoke Dongyue to send troops to fight Munda?"

Steward Pang didn't deny it, looked at him for a while, and walked back slowly, "Why are you helping us?" ”

"There are three reasons, first, I want an antidote, second, I want to see your master, and third, Munda always harasses the people of the north, and I want to teach them a lesson."

Three reasons, quite sufficient, Steward Pang thought for a while, and said, "I will bring your will to the master, and if the master is willing to see you, I will come back to inform you tomorrow." ”

Murong Mian nodded, turned around and entered the room.

In the house, Ning Shiyi had already quieted down, lying on the bed weakly, Ning Shiyi took a handkerchief to wipe the blood stains on his back for him, and Murong Mian threw the medicine over, "The medicine given by Steward Pang will be applied for Eleven." ”

Ning Shijiu heard that it was given by Steward Pang, and he hesitated a little, "Master, this medicine ......"

"Tu it," Murong Mian said, "Eleven's death will not do him any good." ”

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