Chapter 289

Jin Zheng glared in the past, "shut up."

The woman did not dare to speak again.

At the same time, Yu Mo did not dare.

Jin Zheng's words are still hard to hear. She still wants her own life. Under the watchful eyes of the people, as like as two peas, the

wind and the sky had been laid back, and then again, they took out a pot that was exactly the same as the cupping she had used before.

"Metaphor, do you have two tins?" Seeing that Yu se took out an unused fire pot, Yu Mo was in a hurry and cried out.

"Yes, did you disappoint my sister?" The metaphor smiles and says calmly.

Yu Mo's face was blacker, and then he looked at the woman before her. The woman understood, but she took a step forward and was stopped by Jin Zheng. "Stay on the side, or you'll get out of here."

Leng Li's voice makes the woman scared no longer dare to go forward, can only helplessly toward Yu Mo to shake his head.

In front of the sofa, Yu se still used a silver needle to quickly prick the neck side of the wind roaring day for more than ten times. More than a dozen small red spots were pricked out, and blood beads suddenly appeared on the small red dots.

But the blood bead is very small, the small spot which the naked eye can see, does not flow.

After ligation, Yu se quickly took the alcohol cotton and dipped it in alcohol. Then the lighter was ignited.

The ignited alcohol cotton is quickly sent into the cupping for a few times. Then he takes out the alcohol cotton and quickly buckles the cupping on the side of the neck where the old man Feng has been stabbed by her.

all these processes as like as two peas before falling down, no difference.

After that, he clapped his hands, "Grandpa Feng, this time it won't get worse. In five minutes, it will take effect, and then you will be cured."

"Cured? Don't you have to do it again? " Master Su didn't believe Lao Feng.

Just pull out a jar and you'll be cured?

He has lived so old that he has never seen such treatment.

"No, just this time." Yu se said with a smile and began to tidy up her alcohol bottle.

As for the alcohol cotton, it was lost.

Just use it once and never use it again.

Because, fengxiaotian's disease will soon be cured.

"Girl, what's the principle?" First acupuncture and then cupping, which is really nothing special, but sumuxi also looked at the metaphor of the cupping a little curious.

"You'll find out in a moment."

"What do you know?"

As a result, before the end of this time, someone in the crowd exclaimed, "my God, look, what kind of insect is that? Why so much? God. "

Sumu river turns its head.

Then he followed the crowd and was stunned.

It seems that the ordinary moment of fire has changed.

The small blood beads under the rapid point of metaphor before have become thin lines, scattered from bottom to top along the fire pot.

At first, people thought it was blood.

But soon found that it is not blood, but a small bug.

At this time, countless small insects formed a line, first along the side of the fire pot wall up, then all into the top of a transparent small box.

Yes, the reason why this fire pot looks special before is that there is a small transparent box on the top, and the small box has a small opening in the direction of the pot.

At this moment, the worm line is rapidly drilling into the small hole.

After a while, the small transparent box is full of insects.

Dense, visible to the naked eye.

Everyone was stunned.

Su opened his mouth wide and looked at the scene in disbelief.

Jin Zheng, on the other hand, was vigilant. He stood there, and no one dared to step forward. However, they were all surprised to see the scene in front of him. They even forgot to breathe. Their eyes were reluctant to blink for fear of missing the more magical scene.

After all, such a scene feels like this is the only time in my life.

Miss no longer.

Metaphor is easy to put away the silver needle and alcohol bottle, after finishing, just look up at the neck side of the wind Xiaotian, "Grandpa Feng, it will be good in two minutes, you can bear it and not itch."

"Girl, do you know I itch? Why is it so itchy? I really want to scratch it. " At this time, the only person in the whole room was fengxiaotian, who could not see such a spectacle. However, if he saw a stream of small insects coming out from the blood beads on the side of his neck, he would be paralyzed.

After all, anyone who sees a bug in his body will be afraid.

If you don't fear, it's impossible. It's not human.

Yu se sat down on the sofa and held a hand of Feng Xiaotian and rubbed the back of his hand, "is this better? Isn't that itchy? ""It seems better. It's not so itchy." Wind Xiaotian felt for a while and said.

"It's just that the strength of the cupping is a little strong, and then it gets weaker and weaker, and then it doesn't itch." Metaphor is just like a nagging family, talking with the wind.

Then, he succeeded in easing his tension.

With that, two minutes passed.

All of a sudden the worm thread in the jar was gone.

Staring at the metaphor of the jar, he immediately took out his hand, pulled out the cupping, and then took out the cover which had been prepared for a long time, buckled it and sealed it.

The whole process took less than three seconds to complete.

If they spill a little bit, they'll probably slow down.

No one knows what kind of insect it is. So, at the moment, they all want to be as far away from the fire pot as possible. Otherwise, if the insects stick to themselves, they can't be thrown off any more, and then they will get into his blood like the wind howling day.

"All right?" The wind whistling day felt the neck relaxed, lying for half a day, he remembered.

"All right." Yu se said with a smile.

"Is that really it?" Feng Xiaotian sat up and touched the position of cupping. It was a little blood, but it didn't hurt. He didn't care.

"Well, all right."

"Good? It's impossible. I can't see if it's good The woman before bravely questioned.

Yu se also ignored her, smiling at the wind roaring heaven, "wind grandfather, did you drink in the morning?"

She asked, Feng Xiaotian was a little embarrassed, "yes It's a little drink. "

"It's not a little bit. There's no shortage of three or two drinks. It's also at noon."

"Girl, do you have an undercover in my house? Who is your undercover Feng Xiaotian said with a smile, but this is a disguised admission that he really drank three or two drinks in the morning and at noon.

"Grandfather Feng, undercover is your disease, ha ha."