The mute slave looked at Feng Jiu'er and seemed a little surprised as to why Jiu'er would take action against him.
But his face was calm, and he calmly faced Jiu'er's attack without even evading it.
The palm stopped less than a finger away from his face.
As Feng Jiuer expected, the palm was restrained, but the wind of the palm could not be restrained at all.
The mute slave felt a stinging pain on his face, which was so painful that he couldn't open his eyes. When he opened his eyes, Feng Jiuer stared at him with complicated eyes.
A wisp of scarlet slipped from the tip of the mute slave's nose and dripped onto the skirt of his chest, staining it with blood.
Feng Jiuer felt a pain in his heart and immediately took out the silver needle and inserted it into the acupuncture point on his head.
But when she inserted the needle, the position of the silver needle suddenly changed, and the needle tip penetrated the Baihui point on the top of his head.
The fatal point! As long as the silver needle hits this point deep enough, he will have absolutely no chance of survival!
Feng Jiuer pierced the silver needle on her finger, but her eyes fell on the mute slave's face.
The latter always looked at her quietly, as if no matter what she did to him, he would not have any complaints.
Finally, just as Feng Jiuer's silver needle was about to fall, it instantly changed its position and penetrated into another acupoint.
The mute slave's nosebleed stopped in the blink of an eye, and it went away as quickly as it came.
However, the ugly face quickly turned pale.
After all, he was injured.
Feng Jiuer retracted the needle, took a handkerchief and wiped the blood from the tip of his nose and lips, then looked at him and breathed out: "You can be angry with me, I will let you beat and scold me."
The mute slave shook his head, and there seemed to be a sense of joy in his eyes. He took Jiu'er's hand to the table and immediately served her dishes.
Seeing the flash of joy in his eyes just now, Feng Jiuer felt sour and uncomfortable.
In fact, she is not a person who easily softens her heart, but the current mute slave makes her feel very soft.
He knew that he was willing to believe him, that's why he was so happy, and he didn't even care about hurting him.
It's so easy to be satisfied, as long as she believes in herself, she doesn't care about how much suffering she has suffered.
Feng Jiuer sighed silently, such a mute slave really makes people feel distressed.
"sorry."
But he still didn't mean any resentment. Feng Jiuer was still a little sad. Looking at the dishes on the table, she felt even more sad.
"Eat with me. I'm sorry. Don't be angry with me. Forgive me."
The mute slave nodded, then shook his head.
Feng Jiuer somehow understood what he meant. He forgave her, but he was not angry.
The mute slave hesitated for a moment and finally sat down at the table.
If she didn't eat this meal with her, she would probably have random thoughts.
Feng Jiuer seemed to have discovered something. She frowned and suddenly took the mute slave's hand up and looked at it carefully.
"You...your hands are so beautiful!" This is simply not like a hand that has been doing rough work for many years. Why can these hands be so beautiful!
And his eyes, aside from his face, these eyes are absolutely stunning!
God, before the mute slave was disfigured, he must have been a stunningly beautiful man. It is such a pity that he has become like this now.
The mute slave took his hand back, seeming a little shy.
He pushed the bowl towards Feng Jiu'er and motioned for her to eat.
Just as Jiuer picked up the bowl, his brows suddenly furrowed again.
Outside, there was a sound of footsteps approaching from far away, and soon, a group of people broke in.
"Feng Jiu'er, you are suspected of colluding with people from the Tianzun Sect. Now, you are going to be arrested and brought to justice!"
