Shi Huan didn't know which step went wrong. Did An Jiusheng never wake up, or did he faint in the middle?
She turned around and glared at Luo Haoqin: "What did you do to Asheng?"
"I didn't do anything." Luo Haoqin raised one hand to show innocence: "I just thought he was in the way."
Shi Huan threatened him: "He better be fine, otherwise I will never let you go."
Luo Haoqin looked at the place where his fingers were inserted, and then looked at Shi Huan's beautiful face holding back the pain, and asked a little funny: "Are you sure what you say now has any deterrent effect?"
He used the method He Ming gave him, and now that Shi Huan was really pinned in his hands, he was not worried about what other methods Shi Huan had, which caused him to relax his vigilance behind him.
Smile sometimes.
Luo Haoqin felt psychological shadow over her smile: "Why are you smiling?"
The whip that had been knocked off just now had somehow reached behind Luo Haoqin, and it was like its own soul, tightly wrapped around Luo Haoqin's neck.
Shi Huan: "I laugh at you for being so stubborn and arrogant that you keep putting yourself in my hands."
Luo Haoqin was startled, and subconsciously loosened the shackles on Shi Huan, and hurriedly used his hands to pull off the restraints on his neck.
Here Shi Huan finally regained her freedom. She raised her hand to control the spirit whip and wrapped it around Luo Haoqin's body several times again.
Seeing Luo Haoqin struggling desperately, the spiritual whip did not move at all.
Only then did Shi Huan feel relieved, covering the bloody hole on his shoulder, and knelt down with a "dong-" sound.
Because the spiritual whip also has the ability to bind spiritual power, and now that Luo Haoqin is tied up, all the spiritual power related to Luo Haoqin in this ward gradually disappears.
An Jiusheng also woke up in the hospital bed.
He now has half of the spiritual power of Master Qingyu in his body. Although it is not long-lasting, there is no problem in recovering his body quickly.
So when An Jiusheng woke up and saw Shi Huan kneeling on the ground, he got out of bed without saying anything and picked her up gently: "Do you want to call the doctor?"
"No need." Shi Huan leaned against him without any strength, and smiled weakly: "After all, I am also the chief disciple of Xuanmen. If this small injury cannot heal on its own, it will simply disgrace our Xuanmen.
The middle man’s face.”
An Jiusheng put Shi Huan on the bed. Shi Huan propped himself up and was about to get up when An Jiusheng pushed him down again.
"What are you doing? Lie down." An Jiusheng whispered in a low voice.
Shi Huan was a bit dumbfounded: "You are a patient, what are you doing in bed when I have nothing to do?"
"You think you're fine?" An Jiusheng glanced at the bloody hole on Shi Huan's shoulder: "Whenever you recover, you can get out of bed."
An Jiusheng tucked Shi Huan into a quilt and exposed the wound thoughtfully.
Shi Huan was a little bit dumbfounded.
But Luo Haoqin, who was tied up with the spiritual whip, didn't feel so good.
Shi Huan operated secretly, tightening the spiritual whip tighter and tighter, and even the tip of the tail of the spiritual whip was wrapped around Luo Haoqin's neck.
The whip gradually tightened, and the feeling of suffocation also followed.
"Shi...huan."
Luo Haoqin shouted intermittently, but his voice was very low.
Shi Huan, who was lying on the bed, pretended not to hear and dragged An Jiusheng's quilt into the bed. He closed his eyes and waited for the wound to heal: "In this case, I will rest first. When the wound is healed, you can come up and lie down obediently."
Keep it."
An Jiusheng agreed: "Okay."
Luo Haoqin gritted his teeth as he watched.
The spiritual whip tightened and loosened for a while, giving Luo Haoqin a short moment of breathing time, and then locked it again. This went back and forth, making Luo Haoqin miserable.
But now he has no way to display his spiritual power, so he is just a fish on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered by others.
After waiting for more than half an hour, Shi Huan's wound healed on its own.
An Jiusheng was reluctant to wake up Shi Huan. He sat on the edge of the bed and traced the lines of her face carefully with his eyes, filled with tenderness that he had not even noticed.
But even if An Jiusheng was reluctant to give up, he had to wake up Shi Huan, because not only Shi Huan and himself were in this ward, but there was also someone who needed to be dealt with - Luo Haoqin.
The three of them had not seen each other for a long time since they parted ways in Jiangcheng. Just when Shi Huan was a little confused and no one could explain it, someone unexpectedly came to his door.
An Jiusheng shook Shi Huan: "Huan Huan, wake up."
Shi Huan was sleepy, and the first person he saw when he opened his eyes was An Jiusheng, so he was naturally a little happy.
She subconsciously opened her arms and let An Jiusheng hug her like a baby.
An Jiusheng indulged her, hugged her, kissed her cheek, and asked warmly: "Are you awake?"
Shi Huan put his arms around An Jiusheng's neck and nodded: "Sober up."
An Jiusheng patted Shi Huan's back gently: "Okay, then don't lie. Get up and ask everything you want to ask clearly."
Mentioning this, Shi Huan finally regained her energy. She looked at the place where the large puppet fell and found that the area was empty, with nothing in it.
Looking at Luo Haoqin again, I found that the spirit whip teased Luo Haoqin while he was sleeping, and almost strangled him out.
She raised her arm and took back the spiritual whip.
Luo Haoqin also lost his support and fell directly to the ground.
His face was not pretty, and his posture when he fell to the ground was not very graceful.
Shi Huan looked at him with his face on the ground and felt that the pain was gone.
Shi Huan: "It hurts so much."
An Jiusheng looked at Shi Huan with a look of pain on his face and found it a little funny. He couldn't help but laughed softly: "What? You still feel sorry for him?"
Shi Huan shook his head: "That's not true. Now that I'm pitying him, isn't it a bit like a cat crying over a mouse?"
An Jiusheng nodded.
Shi Huan smiled: "Then I really feel sorry for him. He just poked a bloody hole in my shoulder, which made me less able to control my spiritual power. Fortunately, the spiritual whip has been with me for so many years.
, I can’t stand him.”
An Jiusheng looked at Luo Haoqin, whose face was purple and blue: "So I couldn't help but take advantage of your lack of control over it to avenge you."
Shi Huan got out of bed: "Yes."
She kicked Luo Haoqin's body with her toes and found that he was lying motionless like a dead fish.
Shi Huan sighed: "You'd better move yourself, it's impossible for me to send spiritual power into your body."
Although Shi Huan often sent spiritual power to Grandpa An, and even sent spiritual power to Lin Zhong. However, she never sent spiritual power to people with spiritual power. On the one hand, the spiritual powers repel each other, and on the other hand, Shi Huan could control it.
I wonder what is inside his body.
What if Luo Haoqin has something inside his body that is harmful to him?