The woman's eyes widened in horror, and she turned to Fang Xiaoyu with a pale face: "Mr. Fang, I didn't expect that it would turn out like this. It is extremely rare for Gu blood to turn black. Among ten thousand people, it is rare.
It's a rare encounter. I hope you don't blame me! Next, you may become seriously ill."
Fang Xiaoyu smiled disapprovingly.
He pointed at the drop of blood on the jar, winked at the woman and said, "Take another look, is the blood on it changing color?"
Hearing this, the woman lowered her head and stared carefully at the drop of blood dropped by Fang Xiaoyu before. Soon, a strange scene happened. The blood that had turned black was gradually turning red.
"No way! This kind of thing has never happened."
The woman's eyes widened in surprise. As soon as she finished speaking, she saw that the drop of blood on it seemed to be sucked by something and quickly disappeared completely.
The woman shook her head in disbelief and said: "Impossible, this is impossible. These flying mosquitoes were obviously hostile to you before, but in the blink of an eye, how come they recognize you again!"
Fang Xiaoyu smiled calmly and said: "It means they are afraid of me!"
He easily put the jar of flying mosquito poison into the fabric bag, feeling extremely happy in his heart.
He knew that these flying mosquitoes had completely succumbed to him.
When he saw the drop of blood turning black before, he secretly channeled a trace of thunder energy and burned some of the flying mosquitoes to death. When the other flying mosquitoes saw it, they were probably afraid of his murderous intention, so they consciously put his finger on it.
Licking the blood clean.
Obviously, these flying mosquitoes were intimidated by his majesty and accepted their master obediently. It seems that these flying mosquitoes are quite humane!
Thinking of this, Fang Xiaoyu's joy increased a little more.
He decided to take these flying mosquitoes back to Hehua Village first, and bury the flying mosquitoes at the place where the Northern Xuanwu Town Palace Beast was buried. He also used them to pray and use these flying mosquitoes to protect that territory. Such a enchantment array
The layout is complete. As soon as a person enters the formation, he will be bitten by flying mosquitoes immediately, causing illusions and losing his mind.
However, this thing requires blood dripping once a month, which is a troublesome thing. It is impossible to go to Vientiane Valley every month! He is a person who often travels on business, how can he have so much time!
Thinking of this, Fang Xiaoyu asked the woman on the side: "By the way, apart from dripping blood and feeding it, is there any other way to make it easier?"
"This..."
The woman's eyes rolled, and she smiled and replied to Fang Xiaoyu: "There is a way, but it's too difficult to get. If you can get zombie blood, a little drop can control these flying mosquitoes. It will last for hundreds of years."
Immortal. The longer the life span of zombies, the stronger the effect of raising flying mosquito Gu will be, and the more hallucinogenic effect will be. As long as the zombie blood is dripped, the flying mosquito Gu will reproduce on its own and continue to live, even if others want to
It’s very difficult to get rid of.”
"Okay, I got it." Fang Xiaoyu felt ecstatic in his heart. Just in time, he collected some zombie blood. With this thing, he won't have to drip blood every month in the future. Then he will bury the palace beast in Vientiane Valley.
, set up a enchantment array, and you won’t be afraid of someone stealing the palace beast in the future.
When the woman saw that Fang Xiaoyu was not harmed by the poison, her heart dropped.
She winked at Fang Xiaoyu in a low voice and said: "Mr. Fang, didn't you say that once Flying Mosquito Gu recognizes its owner, he will give me money? Does what you said count?"
"Of course, forget it." Fang Xiaoyu smiled, took out a check and pen from the French bag on the spot, wrote a check for five hundred thousand, and handed it to the woman.
After the woman received the check, she did not show too much surprise. Instead, she asked Fang Xiaoyu with a suspicious look on her face: "Mr. Fang, does this check work?"
"Don't worry. I, Fang Xiaoyu, will never owe any woman money. As long as you take it, you can go to the bank to exchange money. Okay, lie down! I will remove the black skin disease on your body!"
Fang Xiaoyu winked at the woman, who nodded and said "yes" before lying down on the bamboo mat.
"Lift your legs." Fang Xiaoyu motioned to the woman to move her legs further, and then he took out another silver needle and inserted it into the woman's three legs.
The silver needle fell, and the woman screamed.
Fang Xiaoyu immediately put his hand on the woman's lower abdomen and used a wisp of spring energy to help her stop the pain.
"Comfortable, no pain anymore!"
The woman closed her eyes in great enjoyment and did not cry out in pain.
"Thirteen needles of Guimen, and the eighth needle of ventilation and blood circulation." Fang Xiaoyu injected eight needles in one breath. He thought to himself, as long as ventilation and blood circulation are activated, the melanin on this woman's body should be removed immediately.
However, what he didn't expect was that after he tried twice, he could not see the blood on the woman dissipating at all. If the blood does not dissipate, the black spots on the woman's body cannot be removed.
It seems that this woman did use the mangosteen and jade lotus a bit too hard yesterday.
Fang Xiaoyu originally thought that two needles of this thing, combined with his own thunder energy, should be able to remove it. He didn't want to use eight needles in a row, but only a few small black spots were removed.
This actually made him feel a little dissatisfied.
"Here, raise your leg a little higher and give me another injection." Fang Xiaoyu winked at the woman, who said "hmm" and seriously raised her leg.
Fang Xiaoyu used the silver needle and said: "The eighth needle of the thirteen needles of the ghost gate is the ventilation and blood circulation needle."
After saying this, the woman screamed again in pain.
He had no choice but to put his hand on the woman's lower abdomen again, giving the woman some comfort with a wisp of spring air.
After repeating this for a while, a small black spot on the woman's thigh was removed. Fang Xiaoyu was panting from exhaustion, and the woman at this moment was also very tired, and she kept making cooing sounds.
The old patriarch who was reciting sutras in the Dharma Hall next door was completely disturbed when he heard this voice.
He came to the door of Fang Xiaoyu's room with some curiosity, pushed the door open gently with his hand, and looked inside through the gap. He vaguely saw the woman lying naked on the bamboo mat, but Fang Xiaoyu was so tired that
Panting like an ox.
Soon, he started thinking about something wrong. He couldn't help but smile and said to himself: "People in this city are really good at playing. They don't lie down on the bed properly, but they toss on the bamboo mat on the ground."
At this moment, Fang Xiaoyu suddenly shouted: "Beauty, hold on, I'll do it again."
After saying that, another silver needle pricked me.
"Ah...it hurts!" The woman couldn't help but screamed.
Fang Xiaoyu's palm quickly landed on the woman's lower abdomen, instilling a ray of spring energy into her body.
The woman shouted angrily: "It's comfortable! Mr. Fang, it's really comfortable!"
The old patriarch could not see the panoramic view of the room through the crack in the door, and his mind was racing with many thoughts.
Listening to the woman's breathing, the clan leader couldn't help but swallow, and wanted to push the door open a little to get a clearer look.
He wanted to take a look at what kind of treatment Mr. Fang had. It made this woman feel pain and pleasure at one time. This boy was too good at tossing, and even treating a disease could make such a big noise.
With this kind of curiosity, the old patriarch's hand could not help but become a little heavier. At this moment, he suddenly heard a "bang" and the door of the room was completely knocked open by him. (To be continued)