Chapter 129: The Three Young Masters of the Rich Family
In a lounge on the second floor of Yi Nian Shengjiu, Nangong Chu was lying on the only bed in the room sweating profusely. The door was locked. The beautiful killer Qu Ling was sitting in front of the bed, carefully checking Nangong Chu's poisoned body.
palm
But he saw that the palm of Nangong Chu's right hand had seven pinholes like the Big Dipper pricked by things like ox-hair steel needles. The entire palm had swollen into pig's hooves, and a strange green aura appeared on the skin.
"Can this poison be cured?" Nangong Chu asked with a solemn face. Since this is the Tang Clan's poison, apart from the Tang Clan's self-made unique antidote, there are probably not many people in the world who can cure the Tang Clan's poison.
"Yes! But there are some difficulties." Qu Ling said and took out a pill from his body for Nangong Chu to take. Then he took out a silver needle from his body and skillfully used the silver needle to prick Nangong Chu's right acupoints.
The acupoints and meridians on the arm are sealed
Then he used a small silver knife to cut a gash in Nangong Chu's palm. Qu Ling was not afraid of the smell, and leaned over to suck out the poisonous blood for Nangong Chu.
At this time, the gate of Silver Moonlight Nightclub was surrounded by a cordon. Police officers were coming in and out of the gate. There were even police officers recording statements with the nightclub waiters.
This incident seemed to have caused a large number of ambulances, sirens blaring, roaring towards the Donghai City Hospital. Nangong Chu and the Tang Sect master had a violent fight in the box. How could the people inside not be injured?
The door to the rest room on the second floor of the hotel opened and Yan Beifei walked in. Although the door was locked, Yan Beifei was the boss here and he could enter any room he wanted.
"What's going on? How could it be like this?" Yan Beifei closed the door behind his back and said nervously because he noticed that Nangong Chu's face was covered with a layer of green energy, and Qu Ling was helping Nangong Chu suck out his palm one by one.
The poisonous blood spit on the ground is also green.
"Uncle Yan is here just in time. Come and help this guy who doesn't know how to live or die to use his energy and poison." Qu Ling saw Yan Beifei entering the room and said happily.
"Okay!" Yan Beifei didn't say much, and quickly stepped forward to help Nangong Chu up, then sat cross-legged behind Nangong Chu, placed his palms on the acupuncture points behind Nangong Chu, and stirred up the inner breath, so that the true energy flowed continuously.
It surged into Nangong Chu’s body.
"Thank you, Uncle Yan!" Nangong Chu was now as angry as a silk thread. All his strength had been used to suppress the strange poison and prevent it from entering the internal organs. Now he was unable to even speak.
"Close your eyes and calm down!" Yan Beifei said calmly
As time went by, the tops of Yan Beifei and Nangong Chu's heads were steaming like steamers. This was the water vapor formed by the sweat from the tops of their heads being forced by the true energy.
An hour, that is, two hours later, when the poisonous blood on Nangong Chu's right hand turned red, Qu Ling stopped sucking blood and took out a white silk scarf from his body to help Nangong Chu bandage the wound. Yan Beifei also took it back at the same time.
Putting his hands on Nangong Chu’s back
Now Nangong Chu's face is as pale as paper and his expression is weak. For more than two hours, Qu Ling sucked out about one-third of the blood in his body. If he were an ordinary person, he would have died long ago.
Nangong Chu's vitality was seriously injured. Without a month or two of conditioning, it would be impossible to recover.
Donghai City Public Hospital, Song Hao was sent to the operating room of the Department of Surgery on the third floor. The operation was still in progress. After Song Jingtian received the news, he immediately rushed to the hospital from Qinglong Building.
There were only two people standing outside the operating room. One was Song Jingtian, and the other was the middle-aged man who fought with Nangong Chu and plotted against Nangong Chu.
Although there were only two people outside the operating room anxiously waiting for the results of the operation, the entire Donghai City Public Hospital had been monitored by the Qinglong Gang.
"What's going on?" Song Jingtian grabbed the middle-aged man's collar with one hand and said sternly
"I don't know what happened. As soon as that person rushed in, he knocked everyone down. I also received a slap," the middle-aged man said with a somewhat panicked expression.
"You Tang Qiu, don't you usually say that you are the best in poison, hidden weapons, and martial arts? Why can't you even protect my son tonight? Tell me, who beat my son to death?
It looks like this." Song Jingtian was furious, and the strength in his hands increased even more.
"I don't know, because he is wearing a hood, and you can't tell from his martial arts what sect he comes from." Tang Chou looked directly at Song Jingtian and said calmly.
"I'm so angry!" Song Jingtian pushed Tang Chou away with both hands.
"If you want to know who it is, why don't Mr. Song go to that nightclub and ask them to hand over the surveillance video?" the middle-aged man said, straightening his collar that was messed up by Song Jingtian.
"Hmph! I'm afraid the surveillance video has already fallen into the hands of the Dragon Group." Song Jingtian's face was as dark as water. He simply couldn't believe that in this three-acre area of Donghai City, someone dared to take advantage of his only son. It was simply unbelievable.
The tiger is scratching its head, Tai Sui is scratching his head
"Haha! There is really no silver moonlight tonight." Loud laughter came from a lakeside pavilion in the Oriental Garden-style house.
But in the pavilion, three young people dressed in fashionable clothes were sitting at the stone table in the pavilion, chatting and laughing happily.
"I hate Song Hao's second generation ancestor when I see him. He was cleaned up tonight. I believe many people applauded!" One of the young people said with a smile.
"Master Deng, it seems that you have also wanted to repair Song Hao's garbage for a long time! Fortunately, you didn't do that, otherwise you would have...! Haha!" said a young man wearing white casual clothes with a face as sharp as a knife.
"Brother Junnan is right. I really didn't expect that a person like Song Hao would have such a master next to him." That young master Deng couldn't help but secretly rejoiced when he thought of what he saw tonight.
It turned out that Song Hao had a disgusting appearance. This young master Deng had already looked down on him and wanted to give Song Hao some color, but he never had the chance. It wasn't until tonight that he realized that Song Hao was accompanied by a top-notch master with an unremarkable appearance.
If I take action to teach Mr. Deng a lesson, I will be the unlucky one.
"By the way, Brother Zixuan, where has your beautiful fairy-like sister gone? Why can't you see her tonight?" Master Deng asked.
"Haha! You better not take advantage of my sister. I can't trust you, a merciless guy!" said the handsome young man named Zixuan.
"Brother, who can't you trust?" As soon as Zixuan finished speaking, a voice as crisp as the call of an oriole came from the gravel path.
"Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao will be here!"
But in front of the pavilion, three women came out from behind the flower garden on the gravel path. The three young people in the pavilion suddenly felt their eyes lit up. They had beautiful and exquisite looks and beautiful figures. These three women were all unique and stunning.
beautiful woman
"Haha! It's really lively tonight. The prudish ones from the Murong family, the little perverts from the Deng family, and my eldest brother. Didn't you three go out for fun? Why are you back so early?" said the speaker.
She is an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl with an unusually beautiful face, like a fairy
The backgrounds of the three young men in the pavilion are very scary. They are the outstanding figures of the younger generation of the three ancient martial arts families in the south. The principal here is Dongfang Zixuan, the eldest son and grandson of the Dongfang family. The other two are from Guangxi.
Murong Junnan, son of the head of the Murong family in Cuizhu Villa; one is Deng Shaohuang, son of the head of the Deng family in Lingnan
"Haha! I have been lucky enough to meet little girl Dongfang. How can I be willing to leave her to have fun?" Mr. Deng shook his head and smiled like a nerd.
"Don't be such a talker, if you dare to make fun of me, let's see how I deal with you." Dongfang Zhiqing laughed and scolded and walked into the pavilion with the other two women.
"Hey, these two ladies are very friendly. Why don't you introduce me to us, little Miss Dongfang?" Mr. Deng said, looking at the two girls who followed Dongfang Zhiqing into the pavilion.
The two stunning women who followed Dongfang Zhiqing into the pavilion were none other than Long Ziyan and Leng Yue. Why are they here? It turns out that it was already late at night after they finished shopping.
Under the warm invitation, Long Ziyan and Leng Yue followed Dongfang Zhiqing back to the Dongfang Family
The hospitality was hard to refuse, and Dongfang Zhiqing was her best friend, so Long Ziyan planned to stay at Dongfang Family for a few days.
Ye Feng wished that Long Ziyan would not return to his villa in the suburbs. After he broke up with Long Ziyan and Leng Yue, he drove the silver-gray sports car to the suburbs alone.