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"I want legs?"

Feng Miao tilted his head and looked at the strange-looking monk at the door, and he knew he was not a Chinese monk. He became angry.

Which pot doesn’t open and pick up which pot? You Tmd ran to someone else’s ward, not selling medicine or legs. Are you treating me as Sunday?

As a woman who grew up serving Feng Miao, Feng Cui knew that the young master was angry when he saw Feng Miao's face. His face darkened, and his palm, which was far bigger than an ordinary man, pushed towards the monk.

The monk seemed to have expected it, and snorted coldly, moved his body half a meter before waved it, and a stream of white powder rushed straight to Feng Cui's face.

Before Feng Cui could hold her breath, her body fell softly to the ground. She twitched twice, and a red blood foam flowed out of her mouth, completely losing consciousness.

Feng Miao struggled to get up from the top, but Can Zhi was not strong enough, and he almost fell off the top in shock.

A chilling light burst out from the monk's one-eye, and he took out a wooden doll with a similar appearance to Feng Miao from his arms.

Moreover, this doll is exactly the same as Feng Miao, with one leg missing and a bald figure.

"Feng Miao, I will give you legs, you, be my dog!"

The monk's eyes looked like he saw a rotten vulture. When he walked to the sick, he suddenly stretched out his palm to Feng Miao's broken leg, and then kept twisting the broken leg hard.

Feng Miao exhaled in pain in cold sweat, twisting uneasy, trying to struggle, but was held tightly by the monk.

The white bandage on the broken leg was soon stained with the bright red blood, and the monk's palms were also covered with blood.

After smearing the voodoo dolls with Feng Miao's blood, the monk took out another pair of dark scissors carved with patterns and rusty.

Holding the scissors, the monk looked at Feng Miao and smiled strangely.

He grabbed Feng Miao's head very roughly, and the monk cut off all his head, even tore off vigorously and took off a piece of scalp.

After carefully cutting off the scalp, and then dipped it on the voodoo doll's head, the monk piled his head on it again.

"Now, there is only a small piece of leg bone. It's a living person." The monk looked at Feng Cui who fainted and vomited blood and said, "Use hers, you say, okay, or not."

Feng Miao, who was tortured torture, dared not refuse. He nodded subconsciously, only asking this crazy monk who came out of nowhere to torture himself anymore.

In fact, it doesn't matter whether Feng Miao agrees or not. The monk stepped on Feng Cui's calf. After the sound of the bone breaking, the monk squatted on the ground with scissors.

The scissors have serrated teeth on it, and the monks cut Feng Cui's calves like sawing a tree.

Listening to the harsh friction and the strong smell of blood, Feng Miao vomited. When he saw clearly what the monk was doing, he could no longer bear it and vomited on it with a wow sound.

Feng Miao, with blood and vomit on his face, was in a mess. He hoped that the crazy monk in the room would leave quickly.

Soon, the monk sawed a neatly calves bone, looked at the white and red bones on his hands, and played with them like admiring a work of art.

Putting the calf bone on the table, the monk took out a bunch of gadgets and began to carefully polish the calf bone.

The calf bone, which was originally more than 30 cm long, was slowly polished to a length of less than three cm, and it was like a leg that was reduced in proportion.

After the accomplished monk glanced at Feng Miao, he inserted the bone like a leg on the voodoo doll.

I saw black silk threads suddenly popping up the lower half of the voodoo doll. In just a few seconds, the silk threads were tightly wrapped around the leg bone. After a moment, the voodoo doll became one and was completely natural.

At this moment, Feng Miao suddenly felt an unbearable numbness and itch coming from the second half.

The second half, which had been lost, suddenly felt a numbness and itch. Feng Miao struggled to sit up, looked at him, and then opened his eyes wide.

I saw that my originally empty calf gradually grew a blood-red calf without skin. Gradually, after a while, even my skin grew out.

"Legs...my legs are my legs!" Feng Miao screamed excitedly. As the numbness and itch gradually faded away in the lower half, his hands kept slapping his lost legs with force. The eyes of the monk looked at him were full of gratitude, and he also subconsciously ignored Feng Cui, who had been lying on the ground to take care of him for nearly thirty years and had lost his calves.

The monk looked at Feng Miao's legs and showed a hint of soft smile to remind him: "Feng Miao, your legs have no feet."

Feng Miao was stunned when he heard this, then looked at his feet. As the other party said, his legs were missing, and there was only a bare bone on his ankle.

Without saying a word, Feng Miao turned over and knelt directly in front of the monk: "Master, Master, please give me another foot. If you have legs but no feet, I... I can't walk the way, I'm also disabled. I can't become disabled. Please save me."

The monk did not speak, and looked at Feng Miao who was kneeling on the ground and begging him, and showed a very inexplicable sneer.

Seeing that the monk was just standing there, Feng Miao suddenly struggled and jumped up, took the scissors on the table and knelt in front of Feng Cui.

"Yes, bones must be bones. Aunt Cui, you are disabled anyway, so it's better to help me."

But even though he said this, Feng Miao was numb and looked at Feng Cui, who was blurred with blood, and didn't know what to do.

Seeing Feng Miao with a ferocious expression, he didn't know where to start. The monk shook his arm and a stream of white smoke floated in front of Feng Cui.

The next second, Feng Cui woke up. What caught her eye was Feng Miao, who had a ferocious expression, and then she found that the other party had actually grown a new leg.

After rubbing his eyes, he confirmed that it was not an illusion. Feng Cui cried with joy: "Young Master, your legs, your legs have actually grown out."

"Aunt Cui, thank you, thank you, I will treat you kindly in the future." Feng Miao didn't expect Feng Cui to wake up suddenly, and the scissors in his hand subconsciously hid it.

Noticed Feng Miao's strange behavior, Feng Cui suddenly saw her bloody lower half and looked shocked.

The monk looked crazy and cried out with a crazy smile: "Feng Miao, she doesn't feel the pain, nor does she have any power to resist. Let's start, cut off her ribs and polish a sole of her feet with the ribs. Quick, hurry up."

Feng Miao raised the scissors with his trembling right hand again: "Aunt Cui, I'm sorry, you loved me the most since you were a child, and you can't bear to let me be disabled in the end, right? You know, without my feet, I'm still disabled. I am the second young master of the Feng family. The second young master of the Feng family can't become a waste, I can't become a waste."

The more Feng Miao said, the smaller the tremor of his hands, he wiped the snot and tears on his face and his eyes, and the guilt gradually faded away.

"Young Master, please wake up. What are you doing? It's me, I am Feng Cui. Feng Cui, who grew up, what are you going to do?"

Feng Cui found that her body could not move, and her legs were obviously covered in blood, but she didn't feel anything. Her eyes were open to the limit. I wish she was having a terrible nightmare.

With a "puff", blood came out everywhere, and sharp scissors stumbled on Feng Cui's ribs. Feng Miao finally attacked Feng Cui, who had watched him grow up.

"I'm sorry, sorry, sorry."

Another scissor, a bloodthirsty light burst out from Feng Miao's eyes. He swallowed a mouthful of water, closed his eyes, and inserted his palm into Feng Cui's abdomen.

With a "wow" sound, Feng Miao vomited again.

Feng Cui no longer struggled. After experiencing the initial fear, she gradually realized that all this was not a dream.

After all, she has been in the Feng family for nearly forty years and has a wide range of knowledge. She already knows that the demon monk used some kind of evil magic to help the young master pick up his legs.

However, this price has to be borne by oneself.

She could die for the young master, but she didn't want to see that this young master who raised her own hands and regarded her as her own will really kill her. She would rather have a caesarean section and take out the ribs needed by herself.

Tears at the corners of his eyes could not stop flowing. Feng Cui looked at Feng Miao, who was covered in blood, and looked at the young master Gui who had watched him grow up since childhood, and felt extremely sad.

In the end, Feng Cui's breathing became weaker and weaker, and his abdomen was blurred.

"Bad!" The monk kicked Feng Miao away, who was constantly vomiting, squatted down and pulled out a rib from Feng Cui's body, snatched the scissors from Feng Miao's hand and waved it, and held a neat rib in his hand.

At this time, Feng Cui's eyes were wide open, but he had no energy for life.

The monk used the same trick again and carefully polished the ribs in his hands. Within a moment, the ribs became like the soles of the feet and were then placed on the legs of the voodoo doll.

Feng Miao kept standing beside him, full of expectations, and even wanted to ask if the monk's bones were enough.

Looking at the pocket-sized bone-made soles, Feng Miao was a little unsatisfied with his right leg, as if there was a little asymmetry on both sides.

Anyway, Feng Cui is dead and if there are not enough bones, just take it. The servants of the wealthy families are just giving everything for their masters, including their lives and every bone above and below.

After experiencing the unbearable itch just now, Feng Miao, who had become a normal person again, looked at his legs that were as intact as before, and his face was not as pug as before.

Looking at the monk who was unpretentious, Feng Miaoshen was arrogant: "Tell me, how much is it."

"Money...? No, no, no, no." The monk looked slandered: "I don't want money, I want you to be my dog!"

"Just! Do you know who I am? I am the third-generation direct descendant of the Feng family. I can pretend that I didn't hear what I said just now!"

The monk Biao shook his head inexplicably, then clenched the voodoo doll in his hand tightly.

The next second, Feng Miao was struck by lightning, spat out a mouthful of blood with a wow sound, unable to move, as if he was caught by an invisible big hand.

"I...I know I'm wrong, don't, don't..."

"Stimulate the bones!" The monk laughed strangely: "I can get what I can give you, and I can also get it back!"

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