Du Zhong plopped down on the edge of the sofa, opened the medicine box with his hands and feet, and kept muttering: "The saliva of the knife and the ghost is very corrosive, and it is necessary to use medicinal materials to stop injuries, and saliva belongs to yin, yin and yang are mutually restrained, and it is necessary to use things that are yang." "Words, feelings, first, http://www.Klxsw.com

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While speaking, Du Zhong hesitated for a moment, and quickly selected a few herbs from the medicine box.

Liu Lang and Zhu Yamu stood aside, looking at the small medicine bottles.

Sanqi, dragon blood exhaustion, calendula, and a ghost intestine that made Liu Lang disgusted and extremely impressive.

It's just that the ghost intestines at this time don't seem to be the same as what Liu Lang saw, they are in powder form, which may be formulated with other things to form a tangible state.

After Du Zhong took these things out, he poured them all into his hand, and then quickly mixed them with a small medicine spoon.

After doing this, Du Zhong took out a sharp knife and stabbed it into the palm of his hand.

Suddenly, blood gushed out as if it didn't want money, and it was soon mixed with those Chinese medicine powders.

Eucommia endured the pain, and quickly stirred it with a medicine spoon, so that all the powder and blood were in a pulpy paste.

"Dad, you must hold on."

Du Zhong gritted his teeth, quickly tilted his palm, and covered Du Shan's wound.

Liu Lang and Zhu Ya glanced at each other, and couldn't help but hesitate: Can it be done?

However, as soon as the improvised paste touched Du Shan's wound, a crackling sound immediately sounded, as loud as a firecracker.

Liu Lang and Zhu Ya were both startled, and almost jumped up from the spot.

As soon as he heard this voice, Du Zhong couldn't help but let out a long breath, and hurriedly turned back to take a teacup.

Tested the temperature of the water with his hands, Du Zhong frowned, then poured out half of the water, mixed it with hot water, and then opened Du Shan's mouth and poured him tea in one gulp.

"Ahem, ahem!"

A miracle happened.

Du Shan's chest suddenly rose and fell twice, and he coughed violently.

Liu Lang and Zhu Ya were surprised: "It's really useful?" ”

Du Shan coughed non-stop, Du Zhong hurriedly helped Du Shan up, and asked with concern, "Dad, are you okay?" ”

It took a lot of effort for Du Shan to barely open his eyes, his eyes were still a little cloudy, and his consciousness seemed to be still in a vague state: "What about the saliva of the knife and the knife ghost?" ”

Du Zhong was stunned for a moment, did not answer, but asked again, "Dad, are you okay?" ”

Du Shan struggled twice, stood up from Du Zhong's arms, grabbed Zhu Ya's hand, and asked anxiously, "Brother Zhu, where are the knives and knives?" ”

"Dead."

"Huh? So, then my medicinal herbs are gone? ”

I'm dizzy, at this time I still think about the saliva of the knife and the ghost, it seems that although the two of them have different personalities, they still want medicine in their bones.

At this time, Du Zhong stepped forward to support Du Zhong, "Dad, how do you feel?" ”

"How? What how? ”

Du Shan was stunned for a moment, as if he suddenly realized something, and reached out to touch the left side of his face, and the hand immediately shook twice: "I, I was injured by the saliva of the knife ghost?" ”

"Uh...... I'm really, so sorry, we ......."

Liu Lang and Zhu Ya are both hot-skinned, and when this happens, the two of them have an unshirkable responsibility.

However, Du Shan suddenly grabbed Zhu Ya's hand and said in surprise: "Brother Zhu, did you help me crack the saliva of the knife ghost?" ”

Zhu Ya shook his head.

Du Shan was stunned, then quickly turned around and grabbed Liu Lang: "Brother Liu, are you right?" ”

Liu Lang also shook his head and pointed at Du Zhong: "It was Brother Du who woke you up." ”

Du Shan immediately froze, twisted his head again in disbelief, and stared at Du Zhong with a puzzled face: "Yes, it's you?" ”

Du Zhong nodded tremblingly: "Dad, it's me." ”

As he spoke, tears rolled down unconsciously.

Du Shan's body trembled slightly, and suddenly he stretched out his hand and raised his hand to slap Du Zhong.

Du Zhong was so frightened that he just wanted to flash back, but he saw that the speed of Du Shan's slap suddenly slowed down, and slowly stroked Du Zhong's face, trembling slightly: "Really, really you relieved the saliva of the knife and the ghost?" ”

Du Zhong didn't know what Du Shan was doing, but he still nodded: "Dad, I, I don't know if it's useful, I'm in a hurry, ...... in a hurry."

"Zhong'er, you, you've grown up......"

Suddenly, Du Shan's tears burst out of his eyes, and he didn't feel the old tears, patted Du Zhong's shoulder heavily, and said in a trembling voice: "Dad has always blamed you......"

"Daddy......"

Du Zhong couldn't stop any longer, and his eyes fell like a torrential rain.

When we meet, we smile and enmity each other.

This is the first time that Du Shan called Du Zhong 'Zhong'er', in Du Shan's heart before, this is definitely just a stinky boy, a stinky boy who can't be a weapon.

However, this time, Du Zhong actually prepared an antidote to the saliva of the saliva.

Dushan's scars did not disappear, forming a hollow the size of a duck's egg.

However, Du Shan was full of joy, kept grabbing Du Zhong's hand, and refused to let go for a long time: "Zhong'er, you, you are good!" ”

…………

A small hotel not far from Yurika.

Rao Wanchun was like a thief, and sneakily found the room where Rao Jiumei lived.

"Ninth sister, are you there?"

Rao Jiumei opened the door: "Brother, why did you come?" ”

"Hey, Ninth Sister, the excuse you told me, I practiced many times, and I finally went to find Senior Brother Tu when I was proficient."

Dizzy, this brother is really real.

Rao Jiumei glanced at Rao Wanchun, and said angrily: "Brother, in fact, you don't have to make excuses, Senior Brother Tu won't ask more." For so many years, it is not unreasonable for his father to let him serve him closely. ”

Rao Jiumei let Rao Wanchun into the room, pointed to a stool and said, "Brother, you can sit down first." ”

Rao Wanchun had a mess in his head at this time, where was he still in the mood to sit?

As soon as the door was closed, Rao Wanchun directly took out the letter and almost stuffed it into Rao Jiumei's hand: "Ninth sister, look at it, what does Uncle Wang mean by this?" ”

The letter paper had been crumpled into a ball by Rao Wanchun, and then unfolded and clumped again, and the surface was a little yellow at this time.

Rao Jiumei unfolded the letter, originally frowned, but after reading it for a while, her brows slowly relaxed: "What? Uncle Wang wants to marry me to Liu Lang? ”

"Yes, yes, what does Uncle Wang mean?"

Rao Wanchun couldn't figure it out, and stared at Rao Jiumei eagerly.

Rao Jiumei seemed to have expected it a long time ago, but she sighed lightly and smiled slightly, "Okay." ”

"What? What's good? ”

"Hehe, I said, I'll marry Liu Lang."

"What? Ninth sister, you, what are you kidding? ”

"Brother, I'm not kidding." Rao Jiumei said with a serious face.

Rao Wanchun, who was already dizzy, was even more stunned at this time: "Ninth sister, you, why do you want to marry that stinky boy?" ”