Chapter 153： Blood Curse Poison (1/2)

Ling Fei's dark eyes filled with unintelligible deepness that others could not understand. When he heard Lou Muyan blurt out his words, his heart was beaten uncontrollably.

Since he was paralyzed in a wheelchair, he has never given up the hope of surviving and surviving, but as time changes, countless pharmacists and alchemists come and go, and the final result is helpless.

Three years ago, his anticipation and excitement at the beginning have become calm as water, but he didn't expect that a word would make his dying heart slowly come back to life like a stream of water.

”Yan'er, how do you detoxify me?”

”Let me take a look at the toxins in your body first.” Lou Muyan put down the tea cup, reached out to hold Ling Feiyang's wrist, and looked at it quietly.

Lou Muyan caught up with Ling Feiyang's arteries, and mixed a trace of spiritual power with the spiritual power of the green mist in his body and extended it into his body to view.

The meridians were not blocked. Although the cultivation base was slow because of the toxin speed, she did not stop. She went a little deeper.

After a while, Liu Mei frowned unconsciously, and there was a trace of black air around the dantian, with a disgusting death air.

Crossed the dantian and leaned toward the thigh, she found that all the toxins in Ling Feiyang had been suppressed by the ancestor of the Mu family in the position of the calf.

Use mental power to spy, the meridian of the calf has begun to show signs of deterioration, the bone blood has long been stained dark red, and traces of toxins like black threads continue to coil around.

She retracted her hand and sighed lightly, “Cousin Feiyang has been tortured a lot in the past few years. Every day at least five hours or more of calf pain is in a state.”

Ling Feiyang smiled faintly: ”Get used to it.”

Lou Muyan couldn't help but feel sad and admired when he listened to his calm and calm words, with no fluctuating expression.

This kind of poison is not only very poisonous, but it has also been cursed. The black lines hovering in the pubic area and calf are the resentment produced by the evil spirits refined by evil cultivation.

Her eyes gradually cooled, ”Cousin Feiyang, is the person who poisoned you still alive? Do you remember what he looked like?”

”Alive, he hurt me and was hit hard by me back then, but I am sure he will not be in danger of life.” Ling Fei paused and said, ”I remember his appearance turned into ashes.”

When Lou Muyan saw Ling Feiyang mentioning the person who made him want to live, there was not much resentment on his face, and he admired the cousin's temperament that had indeed been sharpened in the past few years, and he could understand that scripture. Most of it, in fact, this is also good.

In the future, when the toxins on the body are relieved, with Ling Fei's current character and stability, future achievements will never be low.

Misfortunes lie in the blessings, and the blessings are in the misfortunes!

”Cousin has time to draw me his portrait.” Lou Muyan's voice was dull.

”What does Yan'er want his portrait for?” Ling Feiyang was stunned and asked inexplicably.

Lou Muyan raised her eyebrows, with a rare sternness between her eyebrows, ”Naturally, when we encounter him, he can use his own way to cure his body, so that he will be better off dead.”

Ling Feiyang did not expect Lou Muyan to say such a thing, and a warm color appeared on Junyi’s face.