Chapter 390

After bowing, the old dog immediately turned and walked towards the back room.

Oh, wise man.

Ye Mo gently shakes his head. No wonder the other party can mix up step by step. After all, smart people can live wherever they go.

The veins on the lame man's neck gradually receded, and the whole man returned to the previous sickly appearance. His face was pale and looked like falling down at the touch of a touch. Moreover, because the lame man had a road face and had no characteristics, this feeling was more obvious.

But the leather jacket's eyes on the lame man at the moment were like looking at a tiger who had escaped from the cage without shackles, full of fear.

What the fuck is this? It's clearly a human beast!

At the thought of the lame man just kicking open the door, he felt trembling all over. At the moment, he was so frightened that he didn't dare to run away.

On the other hand, after the old dog just pushed the door into the back door of the repair shop, the whole man immediately collapsed on the ground like a collapse. His breathing suddenly became urgent, and his eyes were no longer negative for the previous calm, but with a color of fear.

After a glance at the direction of the two strange guys, the old dog pressed his heart and forcibly calmed his mood. A struggling look appeared in his eyes. Finally, he took out a notepad from his arms, tore off a page and threw it to the ground. Then he moved quickly against the root of the wall for a while and climbed over the wall behind the repair shop, The whole man turned into the forest behind the repair shop like a harrier eagle.

"Mr. Ye!"

The originally silent cripple frowned and shouted.

"It's all right. He can't run."

Ye Mo waved his hand and smiled. Then he went to the back door where the old dog fled. After opening the door, he reached out and picked up a new notebook page from the ground. Soon, the stubble was very new. He glanced at it through the dim light of the repair shop.

"Interesting, this man is an interesting guy."

Ye Mo smiled faintly, folded the Notepad twice, received it and smiled in his arms.

"Mr. Ye, like zonghu, I have served in the mercenary army. I am familiar with mountain warfare. Give it to me and I can catch him back before dawn!"

When the lame man saw that the evidence of what he had done was only a piece of paper, he was a little angry. Looking at the mountain forest behind the repair shop, his voice was low, and there was a murderous spirit in his words.

"Don't worry about him. Giving us this thing means leaving a souvenir. By the way, he left himself a handle in case we catch up and kill him."

Ye Mo said after shaking the folded notepad with two fingers.

"Compared with him, your business is more urgent. You shouldn't be allowed to intervene. Your qi and blood became active, resulting in the spread of poison in your left leg."

Ye Mo leaned down and looked at the lame man's left leg, which trembled from time to time, and frowned slightly.

"I'm fine, Mr. Ye. I'm used to it."

The lame man moved his left leg and said disapprovingly.

"It's because you're used to it that your leg becomes so troublesome."

Ye Mo resisted the impulse to roll his eyes, turned his wrist and took out a silver needle, then aroused his anger and stabbed directly into the Fengshi acupoint of the lame's left leg.

"Ah!!!"

The man in leather jacket, who was sitting on the ground and couldn't stand up, screamed directly after seeing this scene. He watched the strange young man stab a three inch long needle directly into the leg of the violent patient!

The most frightening thing is that this needle is directly and completely penetrated, and one needle runs through the whole knee. It's very frightening in the morning!

Ye Mo raised his eyes and glanced at the leather jacket. The other party immediately covered his mouth with his hands, never dared to make any sound, and his heart filled with infinite regret.

What a sin!

What the fuck am I doing? Why do I have to provoke these two plague gods!

It's terrible to start like a human beast, and the other is strange to die. If you had known, how good it would be to accompany Xiao Hong to drink more!

The leather jacket is like a suffocating way in my heart.

After the silver needle pierced the lame's knee, the lame didn't feel any discomfort. It had nothing to do with willpower, but really didn't feel anything, just like Yemo pierced other people's legs and had nothing to do with his money.

Seeing the appearance of the cripple, ye Mo's eyebrows gradually frowned.

This is not a good omen. On the contrary, the silt in the legs has become a bad thing to a certain extent!

Ye Mo frowned and gradually increased the output of raw gas. Finally, he simply forced the raw gas into the lame leg in a similar way. With the passage of time, the raw gas lost. Yemo's healthy face gradually began to turn white, and the blood color gradually faded into a pale face like a cripple.

In contrast to the lame, although most of the vital qi was locked by Ye Mo in the lame's left leg, the vital qi itself was an invisible energy, which could not be completely controlled. Some escaped directly along the lame's meridians to his limbs and bones.

With the passage of time, the pale color on the cripple's face gradually faded and gradually recovered to the same color as when ye Mo first saw the cripple in Gu Mingxuan.

"Magic!!!"

Leather jacket felt that all the things that should be shocked and feared in his life had been found in this long night.

Seeing that the normal young man's face gradually turned pale like paper, and the sick humanoid beast recovered at a very fast speed like rebirth, the leather jacket finally couldn't bear the comprehensive blow from mind to cognition. His eyes turned over and passed out happily.

"How comfortable..."

The lame man groaned and felt warm all over, like being wrapped in warm jade. The mania in his heart was gradually smoothed, and the whole person felt a kind of peace and tranquility.

And more than that, the cold left leg that used to feel pain all the time now not only can't feel the pain, but also warm and unspeakable comfort.

"Mr. Ye, what kind of therapy are you... Mr. Ye!!!"

The cripple didn't open his eyes because he was comfortable. After opening it this time, he looked at Ye Mo and was ready to thank him. However, this time, the cripple was almost scared and unstable!

Mr. Ye, who originally looked handsome and had extraordinary bearing, now became like a tuberculosis ghost. His whole face was like gold paper, his lips were gray and his hair was blue, and there was no blood color. If his eyes were not still bright, he would even suspect that ye Mo was unable to return to heaven!

Because that looks as like as two peas!