Murong Yi

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Chong Jing returned soon, bringing a pen and paper.Zhao Yonglong picked up a brush and wrote out a list, and ordered Chong Jing to follow the above instructions, mix and soak more than a dozen kinds of medicinal materials in hot water according to the above instructions, saying that it was a medicinal bath for reprinting.

It was related to the lives of my brothers, but in just a short while, a bucket full of medicinal soup was carried into the room by the servants.

Staring at the bathtub in front of him, the one in front of him is obviously twice as big as the one he usually sees, and it is more than enough to accommodate two people.

Even though he knew that he was going to be wet with water later, Murong Yi changed the bandage on the wound on his body again, and then carried him into the bathtub.

"You go in too." Zhao Yonglong raised his chin lightly and said in a deep voice.

Murong Yi glanced at him, then looked away, quickly tore off the unlined clothes on her body, and sat in the tub as well.

The scorching temperature came from the junction between the skin and the hot water, mixed with the smell of various herbs and the steaming heat, it made people feel a little dazed.Holding the still unconscious man into his arms, Murong Ni wiped the moisture from his face, looked up at Zhao Yonglong: "What do you want me to do?"

"His poison has penetrated deep into his heart. Although I can have many ways to keep him alive, I am only [-]% sure of his recovery, so I need to spend more effort... I will give him acupuncture later, and I said start, you work hard again Force poison for him. Until then, hold him down and don't let him move around."

Zhao Yonglong had a serious face, but the words he said calmly had a certain irresistible and wonderful power, which made people feel at ease.

Murong Yan took a deep breath and nodded to show that he was ready.

Zhao Yonglong glanced at him, and while rolling up his sleeves, he brought over the cloth roll pinned with a silver needle just now, put it on the stool next to the bathtub, opened the other two medicine boxes, picked out a dozen medicine bottles and placed them Next to the cloth roll.

"Hold it tight, otherwise the needle will be crooked, don't blame me."

Zhao Yonglong warned.

Murong Yi adjusted the posture of Reprint in his arms, so that he could completely lean on his body, and his hands fixed him from the back of the waist.

Twirling a silver needle, Zhao Yonglong closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly relaxed his body... When he opened his eyes again, there was no trace of emotion in his black eyes.

The needle was raised and lowered with the hand, and the first needle was stably stabbed at the Tiantu acupoint on Chongyin's Ren Meridian.

The man who had already lost consciousness trembled violently, and a low, painful moan escaped from his throat.

The second needle is placed on the dovetail seven inches above the navel.

The third needle is the sea of ​​qi an inch and a half below the navel.

"Higher point." Zhao Yonglong said expressionlessly.

Murong Ni used a little force with both hands to lift Reprint's lower body submerged in the water by an inch.

The fourth needle fell on Zhongji acupoint 4 inches below the navel.

This time, Reprint trembled even more, and the muscles all over his body tensed up.

Murong Li freed up a hand, and gently caressed his back, knowing that for the person in his arms at this moment, this action is useless at all, and it is still a habitual comfort, as if this can relieve him. It's like he's in pain.

……

Zhao Yonglong injected the needle very quickly, within a short while, many acupoints on Chongyin's body were already covered with fine needles shining with silver light.

Reyin was already sweating profusely, his thick black eyebrows were tightly knit together, the veins on his face were bulging, and he was in great pain, and his hands hanging in the medicinal soup were also clenched into fists, rattling.

"I'm going to twist the needle..."

The bent-over man squinted his eyes and said in a deep voice.

At this time, the front chest of the reprint was covered with silver needles, and there were even a few in the abdomen and waist. Murong Yi could only give up hugging, reached out and pulled the inner garment from the side, and tore off a long piece with a stabbing sound, and then turned the reprint hands back Twisted behind the back, tied up with cloth strips.

Zhao Yonglong raised his eyes and looked at him, and the next moment, his fingers came to Tiantu point, and he lifted and twisted violently.

"what--!"

A shattered growl overflowed from Reprint's throat, and his tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, frantic black eyes mixed with red threads scattered from the corners of the eyes, very frightening.Muscles swelled and tangled together in pain on his strong body, the wound under the bandage also burst open, and several streams of blood gushed out violently...

"reprint!"

Murong Yan exclaimed.

"Hold him!" Zhao Yonglong raised his voice, a little harshly.

Even with his eyes open, Reprint still wasn't awake.The sudden onslaught of pain was stronger than the last wave. Under self-protection, the body instinctively began to struggle and resist violently, but because of the binding of the hands and the weakness of the whole body, it could only twist violently in a small range. Zhao Yonglong, who was already very close to the two of them, also got half of his clothes and hair wet.

"reprint!"

Looking at the man, Murong Yan felt distressed. He knew that the silver needle would definitely not be comfortable, but he didn't expect that the reprint would have such a strong reaction.Since he met Reprint, Reprint has never lacked a wound on his body.The hidden guard who hides in the dark and licks blood with his knife has a much higher tolerance for pain than ordinary martial arts practitioners, but now, it is like this...

The unconscious frown became deeper and deeper, and the pain in his chest gradually spread out and then deepened little by little, as if all the silver needles stuck on Reyin's body were piercing the beating heart in his chest at the moment.

"Uh-ah..."

Zhao Yonglong continued to twirl the needle, Murong Yan knelt behind Reyin and pressed his shoulders hard, the almost burning body temperature was transmitted to the palm of his hand through the thin skin, he could completely feel the violent collision of the frenzied zhenqi in Reyin's body with his veins...

It's all...my fault...

If he could be more decisive and be more ruthless to Murong Xiao...then the person in front of him would never be in such pain!

All kinds of negative emotions such as self-blame, guilt, and resentment towards himself filled his heart in an instant. He only wished that God would give him another chance, and he would never make the same mistake again.

Eight years ago, he traveled through time and space, and met that young man named Murong Ni in that void.

As a reward for accepting his body, he promised to help him find the enemy who killed his father.But he has no power, no power, and only the prince's title, so he realizes that it is so difficult to make a promise.He tried his best to deal with the various forces of the courtiers, paid a lot of money, and finally ascended to the most honored seat in the Yan Kingdom, and gained unparalleled power. It took five years to find out The truth of the matter...

But the truth is worse than never getting it.

... In the end, what did he get?What have you lost?

Ha ha……

Murong Yan smiled wryly, gently holding Chong Yin's bound hands with one hand, and gently stroking his back with the other.

"Reprint...you bear with it...it will be fine soon..."

The man who was struggling violently stopped suddenly, and Murong Yan felt the muscles under his hands become stiff again.

Taking advantage of this gap, Zhao Yonglong quickly twisted the last few silver needles.

"Uh huh...!"

The man who was sitting there in a daze suddenly raised his head and neck, and he swallowed half of his screams before being swallowed abruptly. His upper body was bent back, his muscles were all swollen, and his veins were swollen and tangled.

"Reprint!" Under the water, Murong Ni clenched Reprint's hand a little bit.

"...Master...Master?!..."

The man who woke up clenched his teeth, and sweat oozed from his forehead and nose layer by layer. Even though he was in such pain, he still managed to squeeze out a bit of strength and will to turn his gaze to the place where the sound came from.

The very familiar black eyes, somewhat resolute and somewhat cold, somewhat calm and somewhat indifferent... Most of them are taken up by endless pain right now, and the rest... After a quick flash of shock and ecstasy, it becomes The joy of being relieved is relieved, and then it is full of relief...

Murong Yan was taken aback, relieved?

"...Master...you...it's okay...it's okay..."

The intermittent voice was hoarse and low, very subtle, and the occasional pause to catch his breath showed his current condition.

"Don't talk now." Murong Yan hurriedly approached.

Reprinting heard the words seemed to twitch the corners of his mouth, but finally gave up under the next wave of pain.

"Subordinate...it's fine..."

He stared at the person in sight and sighed inaudibly.

"You...you don't have to..." A smile flashed in his eyes, "...with this...expression..."

This expression?

What kind of expression?

Murong Yan was dumbfounded and puzzled.

"...the expression of a dead person..." Zhao Yonglong, who had been bending over in front of Zhongyin, suddenly stood up and added.

Glancing coldly at the person in the bathtub, Zhao Yonglong turned his head to straighten his clothes, and said calmly, "Such a result... dare you say you never expected it?"

"Heh, since you made a decision before, you have to bear the corresponding consequences."

After Zhao Yonglong finished speaking, he turned and walked to the other side.

Murong Yi felt pain in her heart, then silently lowered her eyes, and forgot to ask Reprint the question just now.

"Okay, untie him, and then you can use your kung fu to force poison for him!"

After pouring himself a cup of tea, Zhao Yonglong sat down on the chair by the window.

Reyin was already limp in Murong Yi's arms at this moment, when Murong Yan heard this, he immediately began to carefully untie the tied cloth strips.

There were bruises on the man's wrists from the bandages, and several places had been torn from the struggle just now.

Murong Yan gently kneaded it with her fingers in distress, her movements were extremely gentle.

"Subordinate...it's okay..." Master, don't you...

After recovering some strength, the person in his arms let out a low voice.

no answer.

The next moment, the wrist was tightly grasped.

Reyin raised his eyes, looked at Murong Ni suspiciously, and was startled.

His wet hair fell down, hiding his drooping face.

The hand holding his wrist was trembling, slightly, slightly.

Gradually, the trembling in his hands seemed to be transmitted to his body, and Murong Yi's whole body began to tremble continuously.

Corresponding to it is the strength on the wrist that almost crushes the bones.

"Master... subordinate..."

"...It really doesn't matter..."

After being silent for a while, Reyin sighed and thought for a long time, but there was only this unchanging comforting words.