Brother is always slapping his face

The coachman looked surprised, and asked, "Why are you?" He saw Hu Cuie again, and said hello, "Sister Cuie, why are you here too, are you here to see my wife?"

"Isn't that true, Xiaoliu..." Hu Cuie said quickly, "This is my uncle... This is my uncle's... Er..." Speaking of this, when introducing Mo Zhannan, she suddenly remembered What grandma said in the kitchen, "What 'best friends', don't you guys see that Zhan Nan is Jingyu's sweetheart..."

Grandma's astonishing words still ring in my ears.Hu Cuie looked at Jia Jingyu and Mo Zhannan in embarrassment. They knew why sister-in-law didn't know what to say when introducing Zhannan.

All three of them laughed, and were speechless.Xiao Liu looked confused, and hurriedly said: "Sister Cui'e, if there is nothing else, I will go to work first. Our master is hysterical, and the house is a mess."

That's why we came here, Jia Jingyu made a decisive decision: "Little brother, that's why we came here, there's no need to delay, take us to see your master as soon as possible."

"Ah? This..." This is a big matter. As a groom of the Xing Mansion, I can't make the decision, so Xiaoliu's face showed embarrassment.

Hu Cuie chimed in from the side: "I'm talking about Xiaoliu, my uncle is Jia Jingyu who won the first place in the Taihe Group of Heroes, do you know?"

"Really?" Jia Jingyu's name was like thunder, and Xiao Liu's eyes lit up, looking him up and down.

Jia Jingyu didn't want to keep murmuring, saving people was like fighting a fire, so he squeezed in through the door, startled Xiaoliu, said, "I'm offended," and walked like the wind towards the noisy courtyard. go.

Mo Zhannan followed him closely, and they came to the inner courtyard to have a look. I don't know where the Taoist priests invited by the people of the Xing Mansion set up an altar in the open space, surrounded by smoke.He is as thin as a stick, wearing a gray Taoist robe, with white beard and eyebrows, in his 40s, holding a mahogany sword, gesticulating and chanting.

I completely forget myself, I have a shape.

And that Mr. Xing, whom Zimeng missed, saw through the open door that the bed in his bedroom was temporarily moved to the main room, and he was sitting on the bed, supported by two strong young servants with one arm each. , with a livid complexion, disheveled hair, yelling, as if he had lost his mind.

His wife turned around in a hurry and said loudly: "You guys, don't let the master bite his tongue, quick, open his mouth quickly, Xiao Shuang, hurry up, hurry up, pass the spoon to me!" I!"

"Hey..." A little maid in a light yellow dress quickly took a spoon from the bowl and handed it to Madam.

Mrs. Wang Yurong saw the opportunity, and carefully stuffed the spoon into the mouth of Mr. Xing Zhou. The sealed Mr. Xing barked in together with Jia Jingyu and Mo Zhannan. Hu Cuie, she is a woman, frowning, subconsciously hiding back, looking very scary.

Jia Jingyu walked in with great strides, and the sweaty madam said, "Mrs. Xing, I am Jia Jingyu, a disciple of the Taihe sect, and I am here to heal your husband."

Suddenly, two big men broke into the house, scaring Wang Yurong terribly.

At this time, Hu Cui'e quickly walked to her side, supported her, and said loudly: "Sister, don't be afraid, he is my uncle Jia Jingyu, the first disciple of the Taihe sect, he is very capable, let him give it to you quickly." Take a look at your family."

"Oh~" Wang Yurong suddenly understood, the hesitation flashed in his eyes, as if he saw a savior, he said anxiously: "Please take a good look at my husband, Jia Xianzhe, it has become like this early in the morning, Crazy talk, behavior out of control, really anxious to death!"

"Okay." Jia Jingyu said, stepped forward to touch Xing Zhou's sleeping point, caught the spoon that fell from his mouth with his hand, calmed him down, and asked two servants to help him lie down.

Daoist Zhen, the master dancer outside, saw Jia Xianzhe, who was a well-known teacher and had extraordinary shots, and immediately put Xing Zhou in a state of madness. .

Guan Gong is playing with a big knife in front of him, and Lu Ban is playing with an ax in front of Lu Ban's door. Can there be any good fruit for him? !

When he was about to leave, he looked back quietly, and was stared at by Wang Yurong viciously from across the air, then he looked away resentfully, and ran away in a hurry.

Jia Jingyu was so engrossed in Xing Zhou that he asked someone to take off his shirt, concentrating on removing toxins from his body, without noticing this detail.

However, the small actions of Wang Yurong and Taoist Zhen were caught by Mo Zhannan, who was thoughtful and sharp-eyed.

Jia Jingyu's fingers were full of spiritual power and emitted a faint light. His fingers moved around the unconscious body of Xing Zhou with familiarity and flexibility, and a mysterious and complicated gossip spell appeared on his chest.

He was ordering someone to turn Xing Zhou over, and the two servants immediately did so without any ambiguity.

In the same way, he also drew a gossip spell on his back, and asked the two servants to turn him over and lie on his front, and asked the maid to bring the wooden basin for use.

Wang Yurong did it herself, took the wooden basin from the maidservant, and came to wait by Xianggong's side.

Jia Jingyu spoke quickly: "Mrs. Xing, you hold the wooden basin, I will cast a spell to force out the huge poison in your husband's body, he will vomit blood, you catch it."

"Okay, I'll continue." Wang Yurong didn't dare to be sloppy, and replied seriously, holding the edge of the wooden basin with both hands, staring at Xing Zhou intently.

"En." Jia Jingyu responded, and began to cast spells. The single palm was full of spiritual power, and the abundant spiritual energy was brewing in the palm, and it was bright. Everyone had never seen such a strange thing before. He sees.

He exerted force suddenly, and patted several important acupuncture points on Xing Zhou's chest with one palm, pouring spiritual power into him, and lying on the bed, like a haggard patient, suddenly, his body shook violently and began to cough continuously.

"Xing Zhou, hurry up and cough it out, it will be fine..." Wang Yurong called her husband-in-law one after another, and all the people present were moved by her deep affection for him.

When Mo Zhannan saw this scene, a smile of unknown meaning appeared on the corner of his mouth...

Soon, Xing Zhou, who was lying on the bed, coughed more and more violently. Jia Jingyu supported him, and Wang Yurong caught him with a wooden basin at the right time. He half-closed his eyes, coughed a few times, and vomited profusely. At first, it was thick black blood, like poured ink.

The fishy smell filled the air, everyone frowned and couldn't help covering their noses with their sleeves.

This smell is nothing to Mo Zhannan.At the bottom of Wanguiya, there are many bones, full of rancid smell, similar to the smell of dead rats or rotten pork, the degree of nausea is unimaginable, and it is numb.

After Xing Zhou vomited the dirty black blood, he vomited a few mouthfuls of bright red blood. Jia Jingyu saw that he had almost vomited, so he patted his back lightly, and he stopped vomiting blood.

At this moment, Xing Zhou woke up and turned around, his eyelids opened a crack, weak like a soft noodle.

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