1949. Chapter 1949 1949 The Consequences of Asking Stupid Questions
The great elders wiped cold sweat at the same time. It turns out that we are asked to learn from it, not to express our condolences and prepare for the funeral. But please, can you finish it once? This is half hidden and half hidden, which makes people think endlessly.
, isn’t it obvious that he is cheating?
"You're lucky. If you hadn't been injured by me, you would have been dead." Ling Chuxi said to Ling Zhonghao confidently.
From what she meant, it seemed as if the injury had nothing to do with her, but at this critical moment when her life was at stake, no one wanted to dwell on this matter.
Ling Zhonghao looked at Ling Chuxi's confident expression and felt a little uneasy in his heart. The more awesome he was, the less reliable he was. This was his experience of blood and tears! Ling Chuxi was in front of him.
, very confident and awesome.
Ling Chuxi took out a long silver needle like a magic trick, and pierced Ling Zhonghao's Baihui with one needle: "Okay, are you okay?"
"It's okay. Does this mean it's okay?" Ling Zhonghao said in disbelief.
But as soon as this needle was inserted, the chaotic breath in his body immediately calmed down, and the turbulent air masses all over his body like a little rabbit disappeared. He only felt that his whole body was pure and full of energy, and he felt indescribably comfortable.
"Nonsense, don't underestimate this shot. This shot can guide your chaotic breath, gather it in Baihui, and slowly release the chaotic breath between heaven and earth. At the same time, it will not affect your use of vitality. Wait until ten
Years later, when the chaos is completely released, you will return to normal. This is the best way I can think of." Ling Chuxi said loudly.
Ling Gusong glanced at Ling Chuxi strangely. These words sounded so familiar. He seemed to have said the same thing when he gave himself an acupuncture last time.
Is this a trick she only knows, or is this trick tailor-made for the people of the reclusive Ling family? Ling Gusong expressed doubts.
"Then, what if I accidentally drop this needle?" Ling Zhonghao asked.
As expected of being members of the hermit Ling family, even the questions they asked were exactly the same.
"Don't ask!" Ling Gusong wanted to stop Ling Zhonghao from asking this stupid question, but it was already too late.
Ling Zhonghao was looking at Ling Gusong in confusion. He didn't know how excited he was, but he heard the sound of blood spurting above his head. He turned around and saw that Ling Chuxi pulled out the silver needle, and his eyes were filled with blood mist.
The vitality also sprayed out along with the blood mist. Ling Zhonghao's legs went weak and he was so frightened that he almost fainted.
"Well, that's it." Ling Chuxi said calmly.
"Help, help." Ling Zhonghao pressed his head hard, but he couldn't stop the blood mist fountain, and kept shouting for help.
Ling Chuxi inserted the silver needle back smoothly, and then took out another one that was exactly the same. She gestured and found a more symmetrical and beautiful position, inserted it, and said: "This silver needle must not be pulled out.
The effect will be reduced by half after one pull, and you will have to take another injection. You can ask the Seventh Elder for details, and they will tell you some precautions."
Ling Gusong had a wry smile on his face. It seemed that this medical skill was really tailor-made for the people of the reclusive Ling family. Sure enough, you can mess with anyone, but you can't mess with Ling Chuxi!
Ling Chuxi ignored Ling Zhonghao and turned around to follow the second elder. The second elder looked on without saying a word. Of course he could see that Ling Chuxi did it on purpose. But he did not intend to tell or stop him.
.These disciples of the Ling family, living a comfortable life, have become too ambitious and too conceited. It’s time for them to be tempered.