Chapter 75 Jia Le on the Self-cultivation of Acting
Jiale: On self-cultivation of acting skills
After hearing this, several people felt very heavy. Such a terrifying zombie is extremely rare, extremely hard and immune to lightning. It seems that it is a bit invincible.
This feeling is very disappointing.
"Brother, please make a few more corpse-suppressing talismans. Master, please create a Buddhist formation. I will try my best to suppress the corpse energy in my body. Feng Yi, you also go to the next room to apply some medicine and rest. No matter what, you must
We must not let him go out to do evil with this kind of death penalty." Taoist Master Qianhe said after being silent for a while.
"Yes, it is the duty of each of us cultivators to eliminate demons and protect the Tao. The poor monk will go and set up the formation." Master Yixiu's face straightened, and he went back to the house to get tools to set up the formation.
"With the temptation of the young prince's blood, it will definitely come back."
Feng Yiyi agreed very much with Taoist Master Qianhe's suggestion and said: "Two uncles, I'll go next door and you guys prepare here. I'll sound the warning if something happens."
"Okay, my treasures are finally useful." Taoist Master Simu said excitedly.
baby?
Uncle Master, are you talking about those big swords?
The corner of Feng Yi's mouth twitched a few times. Each of your big swords is bigger than the other. Unfortunately, they are all just the same and will be useless after just two uses.
Forget it, I won’t hit you anymore.
Feng Yi shook his head and turned to go to the master's house.
…
Jingjing was still having a cold war with Jiale. Even though everyone went to Gaoshulin to help and they were the only two left at home, Jingjing did not take the initiative to talk to Jiale and turned a blind eye to his hospitality, which made Jiale very frustrated.
But Jia Le believes that sincerity is the key to success. As long as she perseveres, Jing Jing will change her mind sooner or later.
Jia Le was busy on the side, while Jingjing stayed by the young prince's side.
The young prince was lucky this time and was not scratched by the zombies, but he was too young after all. He had been cold in the rain before, and was frightened by the zombies, so he developed a high fever.
After drinking the medicine, he fell into a deep sleep, but as if he had a nightmare, he groaned twice and kicked off the quilt.
Seeing this, Jingjing gently covered him with a quilt and gently held his hand.
If you look closely, you will see that the young prince is very handsome. On the surface, he looks young and mature, but after all, he is a cute kid.
So Jingjing looked at her for a while, feeling a rare surge of motherly love. She lowered her head and kissed the young prince's forehead.
Jiale, who was busy, saw this scene and his eyes went straight.
In order to make you happy, I worked very hard, but you still ignored me.
This little bastard just has a fever, but you still kiss him!
Unfair, so unfair.
This matter was placed on Feng Yi, and he might have turned around and left in anger, but Jia Le had the m-m gene in his heart, and he muttered in a low voice, feeling aggrieved: "I feel sick for being so nice to him."
Huh?
Get ill?
After murmuring like this, Jia Le seemed to be enlightened, and his face showed
Put on a narrow and proud smile, and that’s it!
When Jingjing was not paying attention, he walked to the water basin, lifted up his hair, and kept pouring water on his face and forehead, making himself sweat profusely, as if he was sick.
Then he walked to Jingjing and started his performance.
"oops…"
Jiale groaned and said unsteadily: "I, I seem to be infected by him, and I also have a fever..."
As he spoke, he was still swaying as if he was unsteady and sat on the bed.
"Hey, be careful, don't crush him..."
Jingjing first glanced at where he was sitting and saw that he was not pressing down on the young prince. She calmed down a little and didn't care about being angry with Jia Le anymore. She took his arm and asked with concern: "What's wrong with you?"
"I feel so dizzy." Jiale held his forehead and said sluggishly.
"You haven't been close to him just now, how come you have a fever? I'm fine..."
Jingjing was very puzzled when she saw this, and put her hand on Jile's forehead.
After testing the temperature, he frowned and said, "No."
Jia Le was ecstatic. After so long, Jingjing finally took the initiative to talk to him, cared about him so much, and even took the initiative to 'touch' him. It seems that wisdom is really needed in the world of emotions.
"My forehead is not hot, but my hands are very hot." Jiale took the initiative to extend his hand.
Jingjing had no doubt, she held his hand and felt it, and said curiously: "It's not hot at all."
"Really, it's really hot." Jia Le stretched out his other hand to hold Jingjing's hand tightly and said, "Look, isn't it very hot?"
Wow, hao nen, so slippery...it would be nice if there was more.
Jingjing noticed that her hand was being grasped by the other party, so she took her hand out and looked at him suspiciously.
Knorr had an idea and wanted to continue to take advantage. He opened his clothes and exposed his strong chest muscles and said, "My chest hurts so much!"
"Where does it hurt?" Jingjing asked with a frown.
"It's here...here...and here..."
Jia Le kept pressing her chest with her hands, and the back of Jingjing's hand followed him. This comfortable touch made Jia Le almost faint from happiness, and she said softly: "Jingjing, it seems like you are pressing it for me.
I will feel better and not in so much pain."
Jingjing was kind-hearted after all, she was really worried that something would happen to him, so she took her hand out and said, "You press the spot first, and I'll get the medicine for you."
As he spoke, he turned around and prepared to get the medicine.
Take medicine?
Is the happy time so short?
Jia Le was unwilling to give up. He rolled his eyes and suddenly screamed. He grabbed his neck and fell on the bed, screaming incessantly.
Jingjing was very anxious when she saw this. She turned around and pulled his arm with her hand and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
"I, I can't breathe." Jiale gasped for air and said with a red face.
"How could this happen?" Jingjing saw that Jia Le's condition was getting more and more serious, and she felt very panicked.
Jia Le was smarter this time and didn't say anything. He untied his clothes, pinched his throat with one hand and pointed at his mouth and kept saying, "Oh."
He shouted "Oh, oh", this is what Feng Yi taught him, saying that this is called artificial respiration!
Unfortunately, Jingjing knows nothing about this.
Seeing Jiale's bare chest and looking out of breath, Jingjing clenched her fists and hit him on the chest.
Bang! Bang!
Jingjing didn't show any strength, every stroke was real. Jia Le was really suffering now. He kept screaming and pointed at his mouth and said, "It's terrible, I'm hypoxic. I'm hypoxic."
"Lack of oxygen?"
Jingjing still didn't know why, and was anxious and didn't take any action.
Jia Le wondered in her mind whether she was embarrassed when I opened my eyes, so she didn't dare to kiss me? That must be the case.
So he screamed strangely and closed his eyes, saying: "Oh no, no, I can't see. I can't see. It's over, it's over, I'm going to be blind..."
Jia Le's performance was wonderful, but it alerted Wu Shilang, who had just rushed over from next door. Wu Shilang was sulking when he heard Jia Le's voice and came over and asked Jingjing in a low voice: "
