Seeing the unpredictable expression on the man's face, Mo Siyu didn't go around in circles with him, and simply said straightforwardly: "Since you have invited me to come here for treatment, is it possible that there is something more important than your life, so you are reluctant to give it up? "

The man was silent and gritted his teeth.

After the needle and thread arrived, Mo Siyu threaded the needle and thread through the wound, suturing the wound tightly.

It seemed that what was lying on the bed was not a person, but a leather bag without a soul.

Just when the butler was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the guard had already carried the iron basin to the guest room, and there was a red-hot iron in it...

Before the housekeeper could react, Mo Siyu had already grabbed one end of the soldering iron, and without any explanation, pressed it towards the abdominal wound of the patient on the bed...

With a sound of "chi", the smell of fresh meat being roasted spread in the room.

The man on the bed couldn't hold back after all, and let out a painful scream.

It was the first time for the butler to see such symptoms, and he was almost scared out of his wits.

Before the housekeeper could react, Qin Wuyan's five fingers formed claws and landed on Mo Siyu's shoulder. Chu Chuyan, who had been standing behind Mo Siyu, unsheathed his long sword and stabbed at Qin Wuyan's chest. .....

The guest room was in chaos, and Mo Siyu felt that Qin Wuyan grabbed her just now, and her entire shoulder blade was about to be crushed by Qin Wuyan.

With the long sword in hand, Chu Chuyan fought like a raging fire with Qin Wuyan.

It was fine just now, but for a moment, swords, swords and swords were in the room, and the housekeeper was frightened for a moment. After a while, he woke up and grabbed Mo Siyu's arm: "Mr. Yu, we invite you here to give Qingmu The young master healed the body, not for you to kill the young master Aoki.

What are you doing? "

Mo Siyu pushed the housekeeper away: "Don't bother me, if you don't want him to die, just shut up."

The butler was overturned on the ground, Mo Siyu threw aside the still red soldering iron, took out the gold needles he carried with him from his bosom, flipped his long fingers, and a handful of gold needles were caught in the fingertips.

The butler looked at the bed, and saw that the wounded patient lying on the bed was already in pain, like a salted fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of Mo Siyu's saber.

Mo Siyu's knife had already parted the clothes of the man's upper body.

On the lean, smooth, white and bloodless muscles, clusters of bulges surged crazily under the skin at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The butler's face was earthy.

Mo Siyu raised and lowered the needles, and the gold needles were quickly and precisely inserted into those raised protrusions one by one.

By the time the golden needles were inserted, the bulge under the wounded person's skin had become much calmer, and the turbulent posture just now had become calm now.

Mo Siyu straightened up, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, looked sideways, and saw that the long sword in Chu Chuyan's hand had fallen into Qin Wuyan's hand, and the blade of the long sword had fallen into Chu Chuyan's hand. Yan's neck.

Chu Chuyan stood with a fearless face on his face, without losing any momentum: "Since the high priest invited Brother Yu to heal your wounds, why didn't you trust Brother Yu?"

Qin Wuyan glanced at the bed, retracted the long sword, pulled a sword flower, inserted the long sword into the scabbard that Chu Chuyan was holding, and said softly: "This is the first time I saw someone give me a soldering iron. The wound stopped the bleeding, I thought Mr. Yu..."

Qin Wuyan saw that Aoki's chest was rising and falling slightly, and his already dull voice lowered: "This priest is reckless."

After being frightened, the housekeeper got up from the ground, wiped his tears and almost cried bitterly: "Doctor Yu, if you want to give acupuncture, you should say it anyway, isn't it scary..."