Back in the room, Feng Jiuer was finally willing to let go of Lan Yue, whose expression could no longer be described simply as "ugly".
This isn't just ugly, it's clearly... weird, weird that even I can feel.
He still didn't understand why he didn't just kill this girl with one palm?
"Uncle, the toxins on your body are indeed lighter than last time. If I guessed correctly, the scars on your face should also be shallower."
Feng Jiuer took out the needle pack and spread it out on the coffee table. She said: "This time I will inject you with medicine. The medicine is several times stronger than last time. Uncle, if you are afraid of pain, please tell me in advance and I can give it to you first."
Give me some medicine to soothe you."
Lan Yue's face suddenly became even more ugly, which was completely as expected by Feng Jiu'er.
Where's the hero! How could the owner of the No. 1 village in the world be afraid of pain?
She curled her thin lips and said with a smile: "I know that uncle is not afraid of pain. I am giving you an acupuncture now. It is thicker than ordinary silver needles. It does hurt. Please bear with it."
As soon as he spoke, a needle fell on Lan Yue's arm.
Her needle is indeed much thicker than the needles of the modern 21st century. There is nothing we can do about it because the technology of these days is not enough to create such a thin hollow needle.
After the injection, Lan Yue's expression did not change, but the muscles on her body became much stiffer.
You know, it is indeed very painful. What's more, some people are naturally afraid of needles. It is not impossible for those heroes who are not even afraid of swords to be afraid of a small silver needle.
"uncle……"
"Don't call me uncle." Lan Yue snorted coldly.
"I just like to be called uncle." Feng Jiu'er was not at all frightened by his indifference. Anyway, she had now figured out that this guy was a cold-faced and warm-hearted person. In fact, he was really a good person.
She glanced at him and said with a smile: "Uncle, this kind of injection requires several injections. If you are afraid, it is better to close your eyes and not look at it."
"Bastard!" Would he be afraid of a small silver needle? Although, this silver needle looks really thick, and when it penetrates into the skin, the feeling... is really sour.
It hurts, but in fact it doesn't hurt very much, but the thought of having a needle stuck into my skin and pushing all the messy potions into my body... Well, it's really scary.
"Uncle is not honest at all. You see your body is stretched like this and you still say you are not afraid."
Feng Jiuer stretched out her slender index finger and poked his chest gently.
It's stiff and the muscles are tense. It's a bit far-fetched to say I'm not afraid.
"Take your hands off!" This girl! This wild girl who deserves a beating dares to touch him!
"Oh, uncle, please don't touch me. If you touch me, my hands will shake accidentally. If the needle is stuck crookedly, the silver needle will run around in your blood vessels!"
"You..." As expected, he didn't dare to move.
"Ahem!" Long Yan couldn't help laughing, and quickly turned away, fearing that the owner of the village would see the corner of his lips that he almost couldn't help but raise.
The owner of the village has been in silence for more than ten years, but he did not expect that his great reputation would be ruined in the hands of a little girl.
Afraid of a small silver needle? Well, it sounds a bit weird, but he saw it with his own eyes...
Lan Yue's face turned green, but another silver needle silently pierced into his flesh. His arm muscles tightened, and even his anger was forgotten.
"Uncle, don't be so nervous. When you are nervous, your muscles will tighten and it will be difficult for the medicine to go in."
Feng Jiuer calmly comforted her: "Come on, be good and relax, it won't hurt! Be good..."
When Long Yan sent Feng Jiuer out, he was obviously in a very good mood.
"Miss Feng, you are... really beyond my expectations. I... thank you very much."
"Do you want to thank me for letting you see a different side of your farm owner?"
Feng Jiuer rolled her eyes at him. This guy looked honest and mature, but in fact, he was also a bad guy. He was so happy to see his owner making a fool of himself.
After she saw through it, Long Yan didn't have the nerve to argue, but it was indeed rare to see such a flesh-and-blood side of the village owner.
"Actually, our village owner is not a bad person, he just looks fierce..."
"No, my uncle actually doesn't look fierce at all. He is still a stunningly handsome man. He deliberately makes himself so cold and ruthless. He just doesn't want to get too close to others, and he also doesn't want to... let himself get hurt again."
It was a way of self-protection, because the pain he experienced when he was young made him wary of anyone.
The reason why the Long family was framed in the first place was because they were too gullible to the people around them, as well as the royal family that they once believed in so deeply!
They fought bloody battles for the country, the people, and the royal family, but they didn't expect that in the end, the people who hurt them the most were the people of the royal family.
The reason why my uncle hated Emperor Qiwen so much was because he believed that the person who sent people to hunt them down was also the leader of the Zhan clan.
As for whether that person is Emperor Qiwen, Feng Jiuer is still not sure.
The only thing that is certain is that even if he is not Emperor Qiwen, he is still a member of this royal family, but this person is so well hidden that he has not revealed any flaws for more than ten years.
She was concentrating and was about to say something, but she found that Long Yan, who was walking aside, was staring at her, not knowing what he was thinking.
Feng Jiuer frowned: "Butler Long, is there something wrong with what I said?"
"Uh... no." Long Yan hurriedly looked away, feeling a little uncomfortable: "It's just... I suddenly felt that Miss Feng seemed to know the owner of the village better than me, who has been with him for so many years."
Feng Jiuer didn't know what she was thinking. After a moment of silence, she suddenly asked: "Butler Long, have you always been with your uncle and grandpa and never left?"
"Basically, except for the occasional expedition back then... I mean, I had to go out for business."
Long Yan's face changed slightly, and he immediately changed the subject: "I don't know how long it will take for the toxins in the owner's body to be completely eliminated. Does Miss Feng have any insights?"
It seems that when something happened to the Long family, Long Yan went to other battlefields. No wonder so many people in the Long family died, but Long Yan was able to survive.
Feng Jiuer let out a breath and suppressed all her thoughts in her heart. She said calmly: "As long as Butler Long can convince his uncle to take medicine on time every day, I will also come to give him acupuncture regularly. The poison in his body will not come out."
It will definitely be cleared up in a month."
Long Yan was overjoyed and said hurriedly: "Thank you so much, Miss Feng!"
Feng Jiuer left the villa alone. Originally, Long Yan wanted to send her back in person, but she declined.
Tonight, I felt a little restless, as if I could vaguely sense that something was about to happen.
Sure enough, not long after leaving the No. 1 Village in the World, he was blocked by a figure on the road...
