Chapter 57 (1/2)

The room was foggy and full of medicine.

It doesn't irritate the nose, it doesn't smell bad. The fragrance is slightly bitter and steamy. Once you enter the room, you can feel the tide. The single coat on your body becomes heavy and sticky.

Xiaodong arrived at the edge of the bucket and tried the water temperature first.

Most of the juice was boiled, and it's still hot.

Mo Chen did not seem to see his hesitation, and urged a sentence: ”go in.”

Anyway, it's not the first time. Xiaodong's heart is horizontal, and he climbs up the edge of the bucket. Once his hand is loosened, the whole person slides into the bucket.

Oh, that taste Xiaodong instantly remembered the situation of the Fat Chef frying the meatballs in the kitchen. The white meatballs were thrown into the oil, and they were fried in hot oil, making a sizzling sound. In a twinkling of an eye, the surface layer was half cooked.

But the problem is that the ball is not alive. It doesn't hurt.

The hot medicine juice, like innumerable small needles on the body, Xiaodong bares his teeth in pain, and the whole person is stiff like a piece of wood.

The elder martial brother, who was always gentle and kind, took out a leather needle bag with a smile and spread it on the table beside the bucket.

The shortest one is the thinnest. If you don't look at it carefully, you can't tell that there is a needle there. It's really as fine as cow's hair, well, it may be much thinner than cow's hair.

No matter how thin it is, it hurts to prick the body!

As for the coarsest

Xiaodong just looked at it and silently stopped opening her head.

Fortunately, the elder martial brother didn't plan to prick him with that thick needle.

To say it's just skin hot, but also endure the past, anyway, a pain, a moment of numbness, not so painful. But the heat in this medicine not only stays in the skin, it seems to breathe, from the various orifices into the body.

This is the hardest part.

Mo Chen's hand gently put on Xiaodong's wrist, picked up a needle, and quickly and accurately stabbed into Xiaodong elbow.

It was so sour and dull that it felt as if it was not pricked by a needle, but a heavy blow on the bone and joint by a hammer. But it's also strange to say that after being knocked by a stream of heat which could not gather there just now, it seems that he suddenly accepted the road and continued to climb along the meridians.

Mo Chen hands out to fly, in the blink of an eye, both sides of Xiaodong's arms are pricked with silver needles.

The feeling of Xiaodong

It feels like your body is not your own.

From the top down, the body is completely out of control. His legs and back and in front of his body were also pricked with needles. After the pricking, the heat converged in his body, and his internal organs seemed to be splashed with hot oil. He felt that the whole body's blood was boiling, and his body was floating there like a piece of rotten wooden post soaked in water.