"Let's start." Leng Yan sat opposite Luo Ning and said with a smile.
"But I see how you look now..." Luo Ning looked at Leng Yan worriedly, and was interrupted by Leng Yan with a smile before he finished speaking, "I'm fine, don't worry."
Seeing that Leng Yan insisted and it seemed that there was nothing serious about it, Luo Ning nodded and agreed, and then the treatment of the poison began this time.
Taking a deep breath, Leng Yan pressed his hand on the third bud of the Senluo White Bone Ghost Face Flower on Luoning's abdomen. Suddenly, a rich black stream, like water breaking through Leng Yan's fingers poured into his body.
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The black mist was very rich, as dark as ink, and it instantly wrapped Leng Yan's palms and fingers, and spread to Leng Yan's body with its surging posture.[
Just a contact, Leng Yan's body trembled. According to an unprecedented wave of danger and evil sweeping over, the black mist turned into the poisonous gas immediately spread towards his whole body as soon as it entered his body.
Leng Yan devoted all his strength to circulate the "qi" in his body to resolve this poison, but it was simply futile. Faced with the surging poison, Leng Yan was like a small boat facing the huge waves in the sea.
It was like a piece of rag that was caught in the strong wind, and it was instantly buried in it.
Saw!
The subtle and undetectable sounds are mixed with the sound of flirting clothes.
If you can see through Cold Yan's clothes, you can see the skin on his back silently cracking countless small patterns, as if they were being cut randomly on his back by sharp blades.
The wound on the spine spreads outward from any subtle place like a spider web. In the blink of an eye, there were hundreds of cracks on the cold-flamed back, and these cracks are increasing at a faster rate...
A touch of pain flashed through Leng Yan's eyes, his eyes became brighter and persistent, and a stubborn arc curled up at the corner of his lips, and his whole body was like being cut from the inside out by Lingchi, a sharp blade.
A slight trembling in the pain.
The fingers pressed on the Senluo White Bone Ghost Face Flower on Luo Ning's belly also trembled slightly due to the severe pain.
"Leng Yan, how are you?" This slight tremor made Luo Ning sense sensitively. She asked hurriedly. "It's okay!" Leng Yan tried hard to squeeze out a smile.
As he grinned and spoke, the cracks on his spine, like a flood that had been removed from the control of his spine, suddenly broke away from the control of his spine and spread towards his limbs.
The limbs were cut by thousands of cutting knives. The endless pain drowned him like a tide, making his mind dizzy for a moment, but his hands were no longer intent to move, as stable as a mountain.
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This process lasted for about ten minutes, and the pain no longer swallowed the Lengyan's nerves, causing countless tiny cracks to cover the Lengyan's limbs, and all this was not ineffective.
After some hard work, the ninth bouquet of the Senluo White Bone Ghost Face Flower on Luo Ning's belly finally bloomed slowly...
call!
After the ninth flower bloomed, Leng Yan breathed a deep breath, sweating profusely under the rain, fatigue and pain surrounded him, making him not even want to move his fingers.
Seeing Leng Yan like this, although he did not see the cracks on his spine, Luo Ning was still pity and in pain, gently wiped away the sweat from Leng Yan's forehead.