The girl in black who entered Zhulu was Mo Ting, a goddess doctor who settled in Dongxi Town, Dongxi County. This was the medical house she set up in Lao Chulin on the edge of the cliff.
The beautiful woman who sat naked on Yingfeng's waist and was suddenly overwhelmed by the young man was naturally Mo Ting's biological mother. Ming Tian Shun, Mo Zhengyi.
Mo Zhiyi is rebellious and willful and debauchery, and is not a gentle and kind mother. In contrast, the quiet and steady Mo Ting has been a little adult since childhood. Even her medical skills are a deep foundation laid by the elders of the Mo family in Suiqizhou. She set up her own business at the age of fifteen and supported herself with her superb skills of Qihuang. The two of them are far apart, and they are only as strange as
A little bit better.
Given that Mo Zhiyi is most likely to cause trouble, Mo Ting does not need to help her mother clean up the mess that is far beyond her age after leaving home. She devotes her genius and premature wisdom to bet on medical skills rather than to make up for the pot. No matter how you think about it, it is a good thing.
In recent years, for some reason, Mo Zhiyi suddenly appeared around the girl. At first, he pretended to meet unexpectedly, but Mo Ting quickly smelled something wrong. No matter what her mother was thinking, she was not interested. She just wanted to live a peaceful life without being disturbed, decisively abandon her family, left overnight with Xiaoruan, and started again after searching for a place.
This kind of life of chasing me and running for a while, and the mother and mother were not incompatible. Mo Zhi really came to him and could sit down and have a meal, talk about it, and exchange medical experience.
Mo Ting also asked his mother about the unique skills of the Lian Sect, "The Buddha Map of the Buddhist Temple" for Yu Xiutong's heart disease. Mo Zhiyi was not stingy with help, not to mention that between the two, there was Mo Shuse's endless connection.
Before Mo Shuse was sent to Longting Mountain, she lived in the old house in Qizhou for a whole year. One day, Mo Zhiyi suddenly appeared in front of everyone, holding the hand of the Mao child, and announced that Mo Ting had a younger brother.
No one asked if she was born, or who was born to adopt the Mao people or the Mao people, which was more absurd, and it exceeded the scope that the elderly in the old house could think about.
The Mo family in Qizhou was suppressed by Lu Qisan, the ghost doctor of Youquan, and allowed him to exploit him at will. No one dared to resist. Finally, Lu Qisan and his disciples left one day, but unexpectedly, the young master who returned to his hometown was even more crazy than the Lu Party, and became the blood-armored legend that had long been out of date in ancient times. Compared to this, what are the many Mao children with the surname Mo out of thin air?
Even if Mo Shuse was not scolded in the old house, others would not be friendly. The only person who was sincere to him was Mo Ting.
Mo Ting took care of him and quarreled with him, and occasionally vomited, just like an ordinary sibling born to a mother, but this was the best time a boy experienced in this life.
Mo Ting felt that it was wrong from the beginning.
My mother is willful, irresponsible, and has no guilt. That's true, but she is definitely not stupid.
The result of bringing Mo Shu's color back to Qizhou is conceivable. To abuse the child, Mo Ting believes that her mother's creativity is much more than that.
This arrangement is more like training, and is a test before immersing in a very hot or extremely cold bathtub. The mother intends to throw the teenager into a more unfriendly and difficult environment. No matter how hard he is, he must learn to be strong here to suit his mother's use.
Shortly after Mo Shuse was sent away, Mo Ting left Qizhou.
Mo Ting didn't quarrel with her mother, and it was useless to argue.She never does useless things.
Some things even if you gain nothing, the failed experience can become a feed, such as studying skills; some things have no value for a try, such as intention, which may be expressed at the moment, but after the incident has changed, there is only a lot of emptiness, which is of no use.
She spent a year finding Longting Mountain, mediating with her former connections through Yu Xiu, and finally met her younger brother at the foot of the mountain, and has been in touch since then.
The siblings have a complicated way to exchange secret letters. Whenever Mo Ting wants to move to another place, she will make a new credit point with her brother. She always believes that he can keep the secret and not leak it to her mother for knowledge.
Although Mo Shuse loved that woman very much and treated her as her biological mother, and did not hesitate to sneak into Longting Mountain undercover for her, that was definitely a hundred times more difficult than Qizhou, but he never called a bitter cry.
But he did the same to me, Mo Ting thought.
Because we are family.
What's more, the first one to come to her this time was her mother.She has not even informed Mo Shuse of the new message.
You're pretty good here, tsk.Get rich?You little girl.
After returning from the herbs that day, Mo Zhiyi sat in the bottom of the back hull where she prepared the medicine and conducted research. Her notes turned her fingertips, and her tone was still frivolous and superficial. Even if the next moment, she set fire to the ground, it seemed not surprising.
Mo Ting went from cold to the soles of her feet, but she didn't dare to reveal the slightest part of what her mother did to try to see if she would cry. She has not forgotten so far. She has experienced it again and again in her dreams, and then woke up in cold sweat.
She always kept her notes before going out.Has my mother read the content?Or is it like a crow and field mouse, used to digging and prying in the east, and you will just pick it out when you see anything?
In any case, you can only pass by pretending to be careless.
We agreed that you can't enter the clinic, the pharmacy, and my bedroom.The girl put the basket down, covered the weaving hat on the basket, looked away the fragrance and sweat on the forehead, and said lightly: Go to the front hall, I will make tea for you.When I change my clothes, I get two plates of side dishes, and the meal will start soon.He didn't look at the beautiful woman, turned around and left.
Why can’t I go to the bedroom? Could it be that there is a man?
Mo Zhiyi's voice stirred the sweet and fragrant wind to the back of his neck, making him feel more and more frivolous: I haven't taken a shower together for a long time, why don't my mother take a shower with you and see how your breasts are developing? Can you breastfeed your child?
I was giggling so happily, no other disciple in this family can compare with me.
We've never had a shower together.Including what you killed me, I have five wet nurses, who were washed for me, but I only washed until I was four years old.Mo Ting's thick hair was like a black satin, and she threw it on the door of the inner courtyard with a bang, almost clamping the tip of Mo Zhiyi's long nose.
You reminded me: You are not allowed to enter the bathroom, when I am inside.
Is there a man in the bathroom?Don’t hold back your laughter and sing.
Men are not allowed to enter.Mo Ting leaned against the door panel until her mother's voice walked towards the front hall, she dared to let her little hand tightly hold her left breast, let her heart hit her chest, leaned against the door to support her body, and gasped carefully.
She is harmful, Mo Ting told herself.It's just that she doesn't know.
Just like the crane top red and green bamboo silk... they do not deliberately breed toxins, but they have the intention to hurt the outside world, but they will kill people.No matter how innocent you are, poison is poison.
But my mother didn't seem to come for the sake of provocation.
Your craftsmanship is really good, and you can't say it's like me.On the dining table, Mo Zhi held the oily bean sauce and arrows full of chopsticks and squinted his eyes and exclaimed, as if he was a little emotional.
The dishes I cooked are more poisonous than the ones I cooked, and they all have all the poisons, but the dishes do not.Can marry Ah, girl.
Mo Ting was not sure if her cooking skills were really that good. She had eaten lightly since she was a child, but she would not forget the taste she had tasted, and it seemed not difficult to reproduce it. The idea of cooking was similar to the recipe for prescriptions for the medicine. It also talked about the ruler, minister, assistant, and five flavors. If you think it through, you will naturally be quick and clear.
To match my mother's appetite, I specially added bean paste and sauce to cook it together. If she had eaten it herself, she would just have some oil and salt.
Girl, I want to find you to do a job.Don’t eat and drink well, straighten your beautiful legs with wooden clogs, and purs your lips lazy.
I can only say that you will definitely not regret it when you come; if you don’t come, you won’t even know what you should regret.
...What is the reward?
On the list of secrets you want, the hardest-to-find "Soul-Picking Hand" except for "The Buddha Picture of Fanyu".
The beautiful woman drank the tea in the tile cup and made a long sound of yum. She burped her eyes and smiled so hard that the dimples floated up like a cat. She threw a rag book to her daughter, as if she had used it to wipe her mouth.
Although people are more beautiful than crabapples, the virtue of eating but not sitting is afraid that even Meng Langdeng's disciples can scare off their pants.
Take the interest first.It contains the practice notes of an unknown master from the Sanhuai family of Confucianism. It is so bad that it is a hundred years old, and it is much older than the manuscript of "Soul Picking Hand".You must be able to help the whole thing, increase your bets and add some money to you.From the heart of my arms, I pinched out the corner of the cover page of another half-fold book.
Considering that she doesn't like wearing bellyband underwear, it turns out that the booklet is stuffed into the cleavage.
This book is a record of the infatuated treatment of practicing "Soul Picking Hand". I took it out of the old house warehouse for my mother. My name was either painted or torn off. I thought it was a stack of ragged toilet paper.Others looked at it for no reason, but it was like a secret key for my Ting'er girl to open a lock, and she could go to Baoshan.How about it, it's a good guy?What I don't want is the pig!He acted as a tease, but was avoided by Mo Ting coldly and didn't get angry when he looked at it.
Don't kill anyone?
Only save people.Mo Zhi glanced at his daughter with a delicate look, and the willow eyebrows were raised.Why don’t I come to you for something? Is it okay to fight?
In this way, Mo Ting joined the plan of the Feathered God to descend to the realm.
It was not until the emergency tent that she saw the faceless person carrying the coma, breathing and heartbeat as smooth as usual, and was guided by her mother to clean up the obscene and messy girl and repair the damaged purity evidence. She finally understood what the regret in her mother's mouth meant.
If Mo Ting rejected this mission, Mo Zhiyi would have to find another assistant to deal with too many injuries overnight.
In this way, there is a great chance that someone who buried his head in the secret place between his legs is another dirty man. Even if his mother will definitely not leave any living afterwards, just imagining that scene will be enough Mo Ting feels uncomfortable.
She was glad for saving the life of the unknown person and protecting Chu Zhiqin.
When Chu Zhiqin returned to the clinic, Mo Ting did not test her about this matter. She just observed her breathing, walking, sitting, and lying down. Seeing that the girl looked very beautiful, she seemed to be more gorgeous and charming, with the glow of a newlywed bride, she couldn't help but feel a little confused.
Chu Zhiqin undoubtedly has someone he likes, and the girl still understands this kind of human nature.
The girl spent all her time taking care of her master, and there was no ordinary sect to send her away. In Dongxi Town, where she lived, there was no happy fishing port boy knocking on her door.
That person must be her understanding in the descending realm. The question is: Who will it be?
Mo Ting remembered a familiar title.Senior Brother Ying.
Of course, Chu Zhiqin didn't call that at first. It was said that the guy and that man were called the bastard when he was in the light and fire. According to her, he was a fake young man with a height of overhead and a 20,000 or 50,000 yuan and a slight smile. He thought he was beautiful, and he was full of colorful intestines and was uneasy and kind-hearted, and he was just a lewd embryo.
This is her conclusion.
...Where did you meet him?Mo Ting, who always listens to the girl's nagging quietly, doesn't speak, but she asks it and makes her point.Chu Zhiqin was so angry that she twisted the corners of her clothes, her earlobes were red. She didn't know whether it was shame or anxious, or both, but she stammered for a while before saying: Just... Just before, anyway... that's it.People come and go on the mountain...
Oh, I don’t remember it, just...it’s what happened before!Chu Zhiqin didn’t say much about him recently, this is a sign.Why do you have to say something about the relationship between the body?
Each Jiuyuan envoy has a thick document file that shows the characteristics of each body part. If there are birthmarks and scars, they will be drawn with fine figures. The position of facial features and length of hands and feet are also recorded clearly with pictures and texts. Judging from the handwriting and the brushstrokes of the painting, it was actually written by her mother. It is rare that she has this patience.
The second half of the file is a record of previous treatment, repair and medication. The handwriting of this part is not only not just one person, but also different times, confirming the speculation that the participants were silenced.
The medicines given by each messenger are different. Some are used to inspire the spirit from the name, while others will make people lose their control and become crazy. There are even prescriptions that are suspected to be aphrodisiacs, which are all expensive and rare. It is a matter of catching ordinary people to test medicines. Experts will kill people first by listening to the name of the medicine.
In my mother's hands, there must be a test note that observes the reactions before and after the medication, states the basis for the increase and decrease, and even forms a hypothetical one. Rather, this thing is her real purpose in participating in the descending world. The file contains enough to deceive most people outside the Fang family, and at least the leader of the descending world did not see the clues.
Mo Ting turned over the file with three words "Ying Fengse" but couldn't handle this person. She only saw her mother wrapping her with her Ming Tiao Xuqiuqiuqiu ointment from afar. The impression was indeed beautiful, even though her face was covered with blood and her eyes were closed, it was still hard to hide her virtuousness.
It is hard to imagine that Chu Zhiqin will fall in love with such a dragon and phoenix.
The work of descending to the world delayed Mo Ting's time to clean up the fine and soft escape at night, and delayed it one day after another.
In order not to let his mother find another assistant, even if the number of messengers is increasing and the injuries are becoming more and more difficult, Mo Ting still gritted her teeth and used it for three people, and always handled everything before dawn.
The interval between the downward boundary is long or short, but the girl always aims to add 30% of the previous number of people, and strives to practice bleeding, suture, detoxification and rehabilitation techniques to ensure that each downward boundary ends and can firmly catch Chu Zhiqin.
Chu Zhiqin will not be safe until he solves the mystery of the messenger's coma.Mo Ting needs more time.
Therefore, when Mo Shuse rushed into the medical hut with the Mao man in her arms, she was so surprised that she could hardly stop her ears and could not even tell him that she had moved to Lao Lulin in the suburbs of Dongxi Town!
It's the mother.
Mo Shuse knew from his mother.All of this is absolutely inseparable from the descending realm.
The unconscious Mao man named Han Xuese, who is even half a heightened by Mo Shuse. It is said that he was the proton held by Han clan in Longting Mountain and is the nominal lord of the strange palace.
Mo Shuse said that he was his servant, but in fact he was a substitute. In the eyes of others, the Mao tribe was dark, tall, deep in outline, and reddish-brown curly hair. Two foreign boys of about the same age could be able to change their clothes.
Sister, I have never asked you, but please don’t let him die... Don’t!The Mao-san boy, who was already taller than her and no longer looked like a child, tightened the edge of the bed, and a sharp sound of the yellow bamboo couch exploded.
Was he not shaking her hand because he was afraid that he could not control his strength?
And he had never even called her sister before.
This man named Han Xuese is the only reason why he was sent to Longting Mountain. If Han Xuese dies, he will fail... The efforts and mother's expectations over the years are all in vain.
He alone cannot die.
Please, sister, don’t let him die... You can do it, please!
I can't...mother, she...
I must let him survive, please!
Mo Ting just looked back at him quietly, trying to suppress the pain and fatigue that surged into her heart.
Mo Shu let go of the person, and waited until the sun was noon, and left like the wind.
Qigong may be unwilling to lose irrelevant protons, but it would be very bad if he lost his protons and substitutes at the same time.
Mo Ting thought that the envoy of the West Mountain was at the foot of Longting Mountain at this time, and was worried that Mo Shu would turn around and would inevitably be held accountable for dereliction of duty and be punished.
Mo Shuse shook his head and said: No.No matter how alive or dead the West Mountain is, you have to discuss with the mountain. It is the same for who will be the proton, just discuss it.But his mother wanted him, so he could never die.
Mo Ting didn't ask, no matter whether she told Mo Shuse or not, that wouldn't be the real reason. She didn't rely on the clear context, but something more despicable and excessive.
Han Xuese and her younger brother's facial features are indeed similar. Even Mo Ting has this feeling. Mo Shuse may have thought about the lurking object of surveillance. Perhaps it was his brother that his mother cared so much about this imagination of persuading him to have blood connection with his mother. It was the result of Mo Zhiyi's desire.
Mo Ting had no doubt that her mother would secretly kill Han Xuese, which would make her younger brother feel more guilty and painful, and would make more sacrifices, until the woman felt that everything was bored and she could find an excuse to abandon him.
Mo Ting was lucky enough to wake up before she got to this point and was able to escape, but the child didn't understand.
She couldn't tell him that we had no blood relationship, that you, me and she were not a family, and when the girl realized it, the boy's broken heart had been reshaped on this basis and no longer disintegrated and fragmented.
She was a malicious accomplice of her mother, and she made the child open her heart, and she could not bear the blame for smashing all his dependence again.
Mo Ting believed that her mother might have had this idea when she saw her two children getting along.
Mo Zhiyi is not the kind of person who is diligent in researching strategies. She does everything casually, and relies on the sudden flash of inspiration, and the result is often amazing.
So Mo Ting always apologized to him.
In order to prevent Mo Zhi from discovering Han Xuese when he entered and left the old Lu Lin, she specially asked her younger brother to place the person in the boudoir.
Although the mother always likes to tease her with men in the room, Mo Ting doesn't think that the bedroom is a place where the mother will peek at. No matter how good is the mother, Mo Zhiyi knows that there are no men in her daughter's life, only patients, and the bedroom is definitely the most boring part of the entire medical house.
For four days and four nights, Mo Ting stayed in the room for most of the time, taking care of him, but when the food and water were finally used up, she had to go out to replenish supplies. Unexpectedly, Mo Zhiyi looked at this gap and touched it in and rode on the body of a man who could not move.
Mo Zhiyiyuan's yin is actually very easy to orgasm. She lost Han Xuese for at least a few times. Her snow-white body was filled with a large magnificent flush, like a cherry blossom, which was very moving. In the end, she pushed hard and fiercely, and the huge penis thick with her arms was completely out of the bottom. The beautiful woman arched her snake's waist and suddenly had the illusion of being penetrated by an iron pillar. Her vagina, which was swollen into a bright purple, seemed to be cracked by a flesh pillar, which made her unable to call it out. The screaming whisper suddenly stopped, and she fell on the man's chest with a squint, sizzling and slid into the place where she had sex, and fell to the ground in the cracks of the oil bamboo. The room was filled with sweet orchid-like sweetness, which was extremely lewd.
Mo Ting is young, but an experienced doctor, and will not be shocked by witnessing the intercourse. However, her premonition was unfortunate. Although there was a erotic scene in front of her, she thought that her mother was not here for this. Sure enough, Han Xue's body stretched out and then trembled violently. The blue veins on her forehead were bulging. It was obvious that she was hit by Mo Zhiyi's poisonous hand, and she slapped her feet, and swung her a fiercely beautiful woman who was about to support her: ...Get out of the way!
Mo Zhi rolled into the bed with a whisper, sticking his plump snow buttocks and trembling. His fertile legs were clamped with the cherry red vagina that could not be opened like a fish's mouth. The vaginal opening that was originally on the lower edge of the labia minora, which was like a ball of flesh, was actually opened as the size of a circle finger, and the oily honey-skin wall was exposed, but it was fucked by the terrifying pestle of the hairy man and it was difficult to close. The vaginal fluid was ground into thick apricot paste that had been simmered for a long time, sticking the messy fine hairs that spread from the vulva to the anus into strands.
Even if the secretion is so strong, there is still a little blood in the white paste. Because the woman's vagina is too congested, she can only see a piece of blood-red and lustful and lustful. It is hard to tell whether it is the oily skin of the delicate honey pot or the yin crack.
The smell of a vagina with a sweaty and sweaty breath came to her face. Mo Ting couldn't help but frowned, took the pulse for Han Xuese, rolled her eyelids and pried open the teeth, and examined her eyes and tongue boards. She confirmed that it was poisoned, and not just one poison, but the most difficult situation. She asked the woman: What did you do to him?Bring it!With a stretch of his hand, he was asking for an antidote.
Although Mo Zhiyi inherited the name of Mo family in Qizhou, he killed more people in his life than saved people. He studied pharmacology carefully to save the world and make people suffer more, and it would be more suitable for her spleen and stomach. The herbs in the world are all the medicines for life in the hands of beautiful women. Under daily obsession, it is not an exaggeration to say that the whole body is poisonous.
Mo Ting held a slim expectation. Her mother did not come for murder, but was just greedy for the benefits of Mao men. She suddenly became playful. Han Xuese had no anti-toxic constitution. Because of her intimate combination, she was infected with the poisonous substances brought by her mother. This was an unintentional mistake.
Don’t hold on to the couch with a delicate panting, but it’s not all stopped. The red and snowy face looks like drunk, and the snow muscles seem to be emitting a trace of heat after intense intercourse. A strand of wet hair sticks to the lips, and pursing the dimples and laughing: Can I give you the answer to the test questions I gave?Silly girl.
Among the Qihuang path, detoxification is the most difficult.
As the saying goes, medicine is not divided into different parts, and medicine is three parts poisonous. If it is contaminated or taken external substances, the body will be damaged. If it is mild, it will not be prescribed as the right medicine. It can also be slowly relieved by the body's natural recovery ability. It can be called poisoning. Most of the people who are called poisoning are acute. If it is not cured in time, the consequences will be unimaginable.
There are many kinds of poisons, and the poisoning methods of animals, plants, and minerals are different, and they are different from birth or not. This has not yet been counted on the infinite changes produced by the mixture.
If you don’t know what kind of poison is, trying to remove the toxicity in a limited time is tantamount to snatching life from heaven.
The unique and unique medicine of Wuhui Valley on the West Mountain Road. Mo Wen, the world is said to be able to cure all poisons, but in fact it is just a powerful life-sustaining medicine that can hold the life of the poisoned person and drag it to the body to excrete toxins, rather than using the Ruyi method that can break through ten thousand.
Mo Ting could determine that Han Xuese had at least three to four completely different medicinal reactions, each with several possibilities. Don’t say that there is not enough time to test one by one. Even if the conflicts between these detoxification methods may take Han Xuese’s life before the poison.
If the mother cannot tell her, the hope of saving the young man is really slim.
...Why do you do this?Mo Ting pointed Han Xuese's big acupoints around her body and slightly blocked the blood flow, and said coldly:
If you entrust someone to him, he will take it more than his own life, and he will do everything you have to teach.Isn’t this person the most important thing for you?What are your benefits to poison him?
Mo Zhiyi turned over lazyly, as if the light had used up all the remaining strength. He pillowed with his round and jade lotus root arms, the milk melon slightly spread out into a long and oval shape, and the two thick snow mounds were stacked into two thick snow mounds. The light green coloured skin showed ivory-colored skin, even and thin, and the delicate body was undulating like peaks and valleys, with extremely proud curves.
What is the top priority for Mao livestock?It's just a donkey-like licensed product.I lied to him, and if I don’t say that, can he stay in a ghost place like Longting Mountain?She rolled up her thick black hair with her slender fingers, narrowing her eyes, and her tone was like a proud little girl: The child's apologetic look is the most likable, as if she even feels sorry for me when she is alive, she is so cute.You, why is it so cute?Other people's daughters can play until they get married at the age of fifteen or sixteen. If you are less than five years old, you will be so disappointed!
The development of the situation was indeed fulfilled to the worst place she could imagine. Maybe my mother was just trying to harvest.
At this moment, Mo Shuse was sent to Longting Mountain.Otherwise, depending on how impolite, unwilling to act, and lazy in design, it is hard to imagine that she would take the initiative to provoke troubled opponents from Qigong and others.
But this principle cannot be said to Mo Shuse, and it is useless to say it.
At first glance, the child looked like a tiny tip standing on the water surface. The one underwater was actually a fire. His indifference was not only an external protective color, but also because his heart was in that place and his mother was his place. The heart that could not be returned but had always existed in the imagination.
I must cure him.The girl looked at her mother quietly.Get the antidote.
Wow, angry?Mo Zhiyi giggled, and the two woven breasts were trembling with trembling liquid. The red tide in the chest and armpits had not faded, and the breasts were as smooth as the red plum buds, making the snow-snow muscles look very energetic.
If you have to force someone to vomit, it is best to use torture.Teach your three path needles, six paths of division, and ten kings of the underworld. Change your thinking is all powerful methods that make people die. Why don’t you give it a try?
Walking around the world, Mo Ting also imposed a little punishment on the bandits who covet beauty. It was Donghuan, who insisted on dogma, but she didn't want her mother to get what she wanted.
Mo Zhiyi wanted his daughter to go along with him, and he would not just coax her by pretending to be a fool. He was distorted like her, with the darkness that Mo Ting didn't want to imagine. Once she lost it, there would be endless destruction.
She temporarily stopped Han Xuese's blood circulation and while dealing with her mother, she also quietly diagnosed the poison. Smelling, looking, asking and severing are the foundation of medical treatment. Mo Ting is known as a miracle doctor, and the diagnosis is very good. She touched a small pinhole under Han Xuese's right breast, and left a faint fragrance after touching the tip of her fingertips. In addition to the aroma of Mo Zhengyi's mouth fat, there is also a strong smell of earth and grass, which is a sign of using the anesthetic Shihu San.
Shihu scatters into the blood and spreads. When he walks through the Jueyin liver meridian and enters the twelve main meridians, he can also disperse the Chong meridian and Ren meridian. The middle one only feels like the blood path is blocked, and his limbs are weak for a long time, but he still has pain and touch, which is not suitable for surgical purposes.
The most commonly used thief in the world is the two powerful flower-picking tools, together with the ecstasy of the soul.
Shihu San has no timely effective solution. Drinking a lot of water and urinating can be eliminated in a moment.
However, Mo Zhiyi used Shihu Powder with other poisons together, which caused a great obstacle to first aid: delaying blood circulation is the only way to gain time, and it can play a key role in 80% of the poison treatment.
The blood vessels are blocked, and Shihu San cannot be dissipated and accumulates in the meridians. After a certain period of time, the heart blood vessels will be blocked, causing angina pectoris and even sudden death.
A strong and healthy adult can die like a chronic disease attack after only one dose of Shihu San and acupoints. This is a method of killing that only a skilled doctor knows.
(You can only rely on acupuncture to regulate blood circulation, and then use medicine to prolong life, so you can try out poisonous substances!)
Even if this method takes effect, it will definitely cause great harm to the body, not to mention that the success rate is less than 10%.
But Mo Ting was not hesitant when she made up her mind. She was about to go to the clinic to get tools. She smelled a wisp of smoke, her pretty face changed slightly, and she suddenly turned to her mother.
What did you do?
Oh, it just spilled soil into the medicine cabinet and piled up hay in the house to cover the fire.Your little treasure has been removed for you for your mother, don’t panic.The girl glanced at the corner of the room. Sure enough, the old medicine box she had hidden in the notes was there. Her mother had seen through what she was tightly tight. She was just kidding her on the day she first came.
There are fire-proof ditches in the three courtyards in this room, filled with lime to prevent the fire from spreading. The wind in Lao Chulin blows down the cliff at this time every day, and the bottom of the burning is at the end so as not to spread forward. This is why Mo Ting only smells the smoke at this time.
It seems that this woman is determined to kill Han Xuese, but she doesn't give him any pleasure. Mo Shuse regrets her and blames her sister for not fulfilling her responsibility for rescue. Then she lets her mother ask for her so much disappointed mother to make up for her faults...
you!Mo Ting finally got really angry, gritted her teeth and rounded her beautiful eyes: Why do you have to achieve this situation!You think...it's all fun, right?
Han Xuese on the couch suddenly howled loudly, and the pain was obviously raised to the level again. The abdomen covered with vaginal fluid and sweat and twisted muscles were tight as if copper was poured, and the whole body was red and hot. The earthworm-like convex tendons arched out of the surface of the skin, like twisting old trees.
(What kind of poison is this? What kind of poison has such characteristics?)
Mo Ting felt sweat from her forehead and finally became panicked.
Mo Zhi stood up with his heavy jade breasts, half crawled and half laid close, and took out a huge object from Han Xuese's legs. The slightly sank of his little hands, which looked not hard, and was not slightly inferior to the beautiful woman's forearm, and it was still scary.
Don't cry if you can't answer.This question is more difficult, I'll give you some tips.Stroke gently along the body of the pestle, scraping off the palm with thick fishyness.
The beautiful woman stretched out her slender willow-leaf tongue, and turned her tip several times, and hooked the white foam into a small pepper shape. She carefully identified the dimples at the corner of her mouth so that the dimples at the corner of her mouth bloomed lightly, as if they were extremely mellow.
Come and try it!The tips I give you are all on this.
The beautiful woman who sat naked on Yingfeng's waist and was suddenly overwhelmed by the young man was naturally Mo Ting's biological mother. Ming Tian Shun, Mo Zhengyi.
Mo Zhiyi is rebellious and willful and debauchery, and is not a gentle and kind mother. In contrast, the quiet and steady Mo Ting has been a little adult since childhood. Even her medical skills are a deep foundation laid by the elders of the Mo family in Suiqizhou. She set up her own business at the age of fifteen and supported herself with her superb skills of Qihuang. The two of them are far apart, and they are only as strange as
A little bit better.
Given that Mo Zhiyi is most likely to cause trouble, Mo Ting does not need to help her mother clean up the mess that is far beyond her age after leaving home. She devotes her genius and premature wisdom to bet on medical skills rather than to make up for the pot. No matter how you think about it, it is a good thing.
In recent years, for some reason, Mo Zhiyi suddenly appeared around the girl. At first, he pretended to meet unexpectedly, but Mo Ting quickly smelled something wrong. No matter what her mother was thinking, she was not interested. She just wanted to live a peaceful life without being disturbed, decisively abandon her family, left overnight with Xiaoruan, and started again after searching for a place.
This kind of life of chasing me and running for a while, and the mother and mother were not incompatible. Mo Zhi really came to him and could sit down and have a meal, talk about it, and exchange medical experience.
Mo Ting also asked his mother about the unique skills of the Lian Sect, "The Buddha Map of the Buddhist Temple" for Yu Xiutong's heart disease. Mo Zhiyi was not stingy with help, not to mention that between the two, there was Mo Shuse's endless connection.
Before Mo Shuse was sent to Longting Mountain, she lived in the old house in Qizhou for a whole year. One day, Mo Zhiyi suddenly appeared in front of everyone, holding the hand of the Mao child, and announced that Mo Ting had a younger brother.
No one asked if she was born, or who was born to adopt the Mao people or the Mao people, which was more absurd, and it exceeded the scope that the elderly in the old house could think about.
The Mo family in Qizhou was suppressed by Lu Qisan, the ghost doctor of Youquan, and allowed him to exploit him at will. No one dared to resist. Finally, Lu Qisan and his disciples left one day, but unexpectedly, the young master who returned to his hometown was even more crazy than the Lu Party, and became the blood-armored legend that had long been out of date in ancient times. Compared to this, what are the many Mao children with the surname Mo out of thin air?
Even if Mo Shuse was not scolded in the old house, others would not be friendly. The only person who was sincere to him was Mo Ting.
Mo Ting took care of him and quarreled with him, and occasionally vomited, just like an ordinary sibling born to a mother, but this was the best time a boy experienced in this life.
Mo Ting felt that it was wrong from the beginning.
My mother is willful, irresponsible, and has no guilt. That's true, but she is definitely not stupid.
The result of bringing Mo Shu's color back to Qizhou is conceivable. To abuse the child, Mo Ting believes that her mother's creativity is much more than that.
This arrangement is more like training, and is a test before immersing in a very hot or extremely cold bathtub. The mother intends to throw the teenager into a more unfriendly and difficult environment. No matter how hard he is, he must learn to be strong here to suit his mother's use.
Shortly after Mo Shuse was sent away, Mo Ting left Qizhou.
Mo Ting didn't quarrel with her mother, and it was useless to argue.She never does useless things.
Some things even if you gain nothing, the failed experience can become a feed, such as studying skills; some things have no value for a try, such as intention, which may be expressed at the moment, but after the incident has changed, there is only a lot of emptiness, which is of no use.
She spent a year finding Longting Mountain, mediating with her former connections through Yu Xiu, and finally met her younger brother at the foot of the mountain, and has been in touch since then.
The siblings have a complicated way to exchange secret letters. Whenever Mo Ting wants to move to another place, she will make a new credit point with her brother. She always believes that he can keep the secret and not leak it to her mother for knowledge.
Although Mo Shuse loved that woman very much and treated her as her biological mother, and did not hesitate to sneak into Longting Mountain undercover for her, that was definitely a hundred times more difficult than Qizhou, but he never called a bitter cry.
But he did the same to me, Mo Ting thought.
Because we are family.
What's more, the first one to come to her this time was her mother.She has not even informed Mo Shuse of the new message.
You're pretty good here, tsk.Get rich?You little girl.
After returning from the herbs that day, Mo Zhiyi sat in the bottom of the back hull where she prepared the medicine and conducted research. Her notes turned her fingertips, and her tone was still frivolous and superficial. Even if the next moment, she set fire to the ground, it seemed not surprising.
Mo Ting went from cold to the soles of her feet, but she didn't dare to reveal the slightest part of what her mother did to try to see if she would cry. She has not forgotten so far. She has experienced it again and again in her dreams, and then woke up in cold sweat.
She always kept her notes before going out.Has my mother read the content?Or is it like a crow and field mouse, used to digging and prying in the east, and you will just pick it out when you see anything?
In any case, you can only pass by pretending to be careless.
We agreed that you can't enter the clinic, the pharmacy, and my bedroom.The girl put the basket down, covered the weaving hat on the basket, looked away the fragrance and sweat on the forehead, and said lightly: Go to the front hall, I will make tea for you.When I change my clothes, I get two plates of side dishes, and the meal will start soon.He didn't look at the beautiful woman, turned around and left.
Why can’t I go to the bedroom? Could it be that there is a man?
Mo Zhiyi's voice stirred the sweet and fragrant wind to the back of his neck, making him feel more and more frivolous: I haven't taken a shower together for a long time, why don't my mother take a shower with you and see how your breasts are developing? Can you breastfeed your child?
I was giggling so happily, no other disciple in this family can compare with me.
We've never had a shower together.Including what you killed me, I have five wet nurses, who were washed for me, but I only washed until I was four years old.Mo Ting's thick hair was like a black satin, and she threw it on the door of the inner courtyard with a bang, almost clamping the tip of Mo Zhiyi's long nose.
You reminded me: You are not allowed to enter the bathroom, when I am inside.
Is there a man in the bathroom?Don’t hold back your laughter and sing.
Men are not allowed to enter.Mo Ting leaned against the door panel until her mother's voice walked towards the front hall, she dared to let her little hand tightly hold her left breast, let her heart hit her chest, leaned against the door to support her body, and gasped carefully.
She is harmful, Mo Ting told herself.It's just that she doesn't know.
Just like the crane top red and green bamboo silk... they do not deliberately breed toxins, but they have the intention to hurt the outside world, but they will kill people.No matter how innocent you are, poison is poison.
But my mother didn't seem to come for the sake of provocation.
Your craftsmanship is really good, and you can't say it's like me.On the dining table, Mo Zhi held the oily bean sauce and arrows full of chopsticks and squinted his eyes and exclaimed, as if he was a little emotional.
The dishes I cooked are more poisonous than the ones I cooked, and they all have all the poisons, but the dishes do not.Can marry Ah, girl.
Mo Ting was not sure if her cooking skills were really that good. She had eaten lightly since she was a child, but she would not forget the taste she had tasted, and it seemed not difficult to reproduce it. The idea of cooking was similar to the recipe for prescriptions for the medicine. It also talked about the ruler, minister, assistant, and five flavors. If you think it through, you will naturally be quick and clear.
To match my mother's appetite, I specially added bean paste and sauce to cook it together. If she had eaten it herself, she would just have some oil and salt.
Girl, I want to find you to do a job.Don’t eat and drink well, straighten your beautiful legs with wooden clogs, and purs your lips lazy.
I can only say that you will definitely not regret it when you come; if you don’t come, you won’t even know what you should regret.
...What is the reward?
On the list of secrets you want, the hardest-to-find "Soul-Picking Hand" except for "The Buddha Picture of Fanyu".
The beautiful woman drank the tea in the tile cup and made a long sound of yum. She burped her eyes and smiled so hard that the dimples floated up like a cat. She threw a rag book to her daughter, as if she had used it to wipe her mouth.
Although people are more beautiful than crabapples, the virtue of eating but not sitting is afraid that even Meng Langdeng's disciples can scare off their pants.
Take the interest first.It contains the practice notes of an unknown master from the Sanhuai family of Confucianism. It is so bad that it is a hundred years old, and it is much older than the manuscript of "Soul Picking Hand".You must be able to help the whole thing, increase your bets and add some money to you.From the heart of my arms, I pinched out the corner of the cover page of another half-fold book.
Considering that she doesn't like wearing bellyband underwear, it turns out that the booklet is stuffed into the cleavage.
This book is a record of the infatuated treatment of practicing "Soul Picking Hand". I took it out of the old house warehouse for my mother. My name was either painted or torn off. I thought it was a stack of ragged toilet paper.Others looked at it for no reason, but it was like a secret key for my Ting'er girl to open a lock, and she could go to Baoshan.How about it, it's a good guy?What I don't want is the pig!He acted as a tease, but was avoided by Mo Ting coldly and didn't get angry when he looked at it.
Don't kill anyone?
Only save people.Mo Zhi glanced at his daughter with a delicate look, and the willow eyebrows were raised.Why don’t I come to you for something? Is it okay to fight?
In this way, Mo Ting joined the plan of the Feathered God to descend to the realm.
It was not until the emergency tent that she saw the faceless person carrying the coma, breathing and heartbeat as smooth as usual, and was guided by her mother to clean up the obscene and messy girl and repair the damaged purity evidence. She finally understood what the regret in her mother's mouth meant.
If Mo Ting rejected this mission, Mo Zhiyi would have to find another assistant to deal with too many injuries overnight.
In this way, there is a great chance that someone who buried his head in the secret place between his legs is another dirty man. Even if his mother will definitely not leave any living afterwards, just imagining that scene will be enough Mo Ting feels uncomfortable.
She was glad for saving the life of the unknown person and protecting Chu Zhiqin.
When Chu Zhiqin returned to the clinic, Mo Ting did not test her about this matter. She just observed her breathing, walking, sitting, and lying down. Seeing that the girl looked very beautiful, she seemed to be more gorgeous and charming, with the glow of a newlywed bride, she couldn't help but feel a little confused.
Chu Zhiqin undoubtedly has someone he likes, and the girl still understands this kind of human nature.
The girl spent all her time taking care of her master, and there was no ordinary sect to send her away. In Dongxi Town, where she lived, there was no happy fishing port boy knocking on her door.
That person must be her understanding in the descending realm. The question is: Who will it be?
Mo Ting remembered a familiar title.Senior Brother Ying.
Of course, Chu Zhiqin didn't call that at first. It was said that the guy and that man were called the bastard when he was in the light and fire. According to her, he was a fake young man with a height of overhead and a 20,000 or 50,000 yuan and a slight smile. He thought he was beautiful, and he was full of colorful intestines and was uneasy and kind-hearted, and he was just a lewd embryo.
This is her conclusion.
...Where did you meet him?Mo Ting, who always listens to the girl's nagging quietly, doesn't speak, but she asks it and makes her point.Chu Zhiqin was so angry that she twisted the corners of her clothes, her earlobes were red. She didn't know whether it was shame or anxious, or both, but she stammered for a while before saying: Just... Just before, anyway... that's it.People come and go on the mountain...
Oh, I don’t remember it, just...it’s what happened before!Chu Zhiqin didn’t say much about him recently, this is a sign.Why do you have to say something about the relationship between the body?
Each Jiuyuan envoy has a thick document file that shows the characteristics of each body part. If there are birthmarks and scars, they will be drawn with fine figures. The position of facial features and length of hands and feet are also recorded clearly with pictures and texts. Judging from the handwriting and the brushstrokes of the painting, it was actually written by her mother. It is rare that she has this patience.
The second half of the file is a record of previous treatment, repair and medication. The handwriting of this part is not only not just one person, but also different times, confirming the speculation that the participants were silenced.
The medicines given by each messenger are different. Some are used to inspire the spirit from the name, while others will make people lose their control and become crazy. There are even prescriptions that are suspected to be aphrodisiacs, which are all expensive and rare. It is a matter of catching ordinary people to test medicines. Experts will kill people first by listening to the name of the medicine.
In my mother's hands, there must be a test note that observes the reactions before and after the medication, states the basis for the increase and decrease, and even forms a hypothetical one. Rather, this thing is her real purpose in participating in the descending world. The file contains enough to deceive most people outside the Fang family, and at least the leader of the descending world did not see the clues.
Mo Ting turned over the file with three words "Ying Fengse" but couldn't handle this person. She only saw her mother wrapping her with her Ming Tiao Xuqiuqiuqiu ointment from afar. The impression was indeed beautiful, even though her face was covered with blood and her eyes were closed, it was still hard to hide her virtuousness.
It is hard to imagine that Chu Zhiqin will fall in love with such a dragon and phoenix.
The work of descending to the world delayed Mo Ting's time to clean up the fine and soft escape at night, and delayed it one day after another.
In order not to let his mother find another assistant, even if the number of messengers is increasing and the injuries are becoming more and more difficult, Mo Ting still gritted her teeth and used it for three people, and always handled everything before dawn.
The interval between the downward boundary is long or short, but the girl always aims to add 30% of the previous number of people, and strives to practice bleeding, suture, detoxification and rehabilitation techniques to ensure that each downward boundary ends and can firmly catch Chu Zhiqin.
Chu Zhiqin will not be safe until he solves the mystery of the messenger's coma.Mo Ting needs more time.
Therefore, when Mo Shuse rushed into the medical hut with the Mao man in her arms, she was so surprised that she could hardly stop her ears and could not even tell him that she had moved to Lao Lulin in the suburbs of Dongxi Town!
It's the mother.
Mo Shuse knew from his mother.All of this is absolutely inseparable from the descending realm.
The unconscious Mao man named Han Xuese, who is even half a heightened by Mo Shuse. It is said that he was the proton held by Han clan in Longting Mountain and is the nominal lord of the strange palace.
Mo Shuse said that he was his servant, but in fact he was a substitute. In the eyes of others, the Mao tribe was dark, tall, deep in outline, and reddish-brown curly hair. Two foreign boys of about the same age could be able to change their clothes.
Sister, I have never asked you, but please don’t let him die... Don’t!The Mao-san boy, who was already taller than her and no longer looked like a child, tightened the edge of the bed, and a sharp sound of the yellow bamboo couch exploded.
Was he not shaking her hand because he was afraid that he could not control his strength?
And he had never even called her sister before.
This man named Han Xuese is the only reason why he was sent to Longting Mountain. If Han Xuese dies, he will fail... The efforts and mother's expectations over the years are all in vain.
He alone cannot die.
Please, sister, don’t let him die... You can do it, please!
I can't...mother, she...
I must let him survive, please!
Mo Ting just looked back at him quietly, trying to suppress the pain and fatigue that surged into her heart.
Mo Shu let go of the person, and waited until the sun was noon, and left like the wind.
Qigong may be unwilling to lose irrelevant protons, but it would be very bad if he lost his protons and substitutes at the same time.
Mo Ting thought that the envoy of the West Mountain was at the foot of Longting Mountain at this time, and was worried that Mo Shu would turn around and would inevitably be held accountable for dereliction of duty and be punished.
Mo Shuse shook his head and said: No.No matter how alive or dead the West Mountain is, you have to discuss with the mountain. It is the same for who will be the proton, just discuss it.But his mother wanted him, so he could never die.
Mo Ting didn't ask, no matter whether she told Mo Shuse or not, that wouldn't be the real reason. She didn't rely on the clear context, but something more despicable and excessive.
Han Xuese and her younger brother's facial features are indeed similar. Even Mo Ting has this feeling. Mo Shuse may have thought about the lurking object of surveillance. Perhaps it was his brother that his mother cared so much about this imagination of persuading him to have blood connection with his mother. It was the result of Mo Zhiyi's desire.
Mo Ting had no doubt that her mother would secretly kill Han Xuese, which would make her younger brother feel more guilty and painful, and would make more sacrifices, until the woman felt that everything was bored and she could find an excuse to abandon him.
Mo Ting was lucky enough to wake up before she got to this point and was able to escape, but the child didn't understand.
She couldn't tell him that we had no blood relationship, that you, me and she were not a family, and when the girl realized it, the boy's broken heart had been reshaped on this basis and no longer disintegrated and fragmented.
She was a malicious accomplice of her mother, and she made the child open her heart, and she could not bear the blame for smashing all his dependence again.
Mo Ting believed that her mother might have had this idea when she saw her two children getting along.
Mo Zhiyi is not the kind of person who is diligent in researching strategies. She does everything casually, and relies on the sudden flash of inspiration, and the result is often amazing.
So Mo Ting always apologized to him.
In order to prevent Mo Zhi from discovering Han Xuese when he entered and left the old Lu Lin, she specially asked her younger brother to place the person in the boudoir.
Although the mother always likes to tease her with men in the room, Mo Ting doesn't think that the bedroom is a place where the mother will peek at. No matter how good is the mother, Mo Zhiyi knows that there are no men in her daughter's life, only patients, and the bedroom is definitely the most boring part of the entire medical house.
For four days and four nights, Mo Ting stayed in the room for most of the time, taking care of him, but when the food and water were finally used up, she had to go out to replenish supplies. Unexpectedly, Mo Zhiyi looked at this gap and touched it in and rode on the body of a man who could not move.
Mo Zhiyiyuan's yin is actually very easy to orgasm. She lost Han Xuese for at least a few times. Her snow-white body was filled with a large magnificent flush, like a cherry blossom, which was very moving. In the end, she pushed hard and fiercely, and the huge penis thick with her arms was completely out of the bottom. The beautiful woman arched her snake's waist and suddenly had the illusion of being penetrated by an iron pillar. Her vagina, which was swollen into a bright purple, seemed to be cracked by a flesh pillar, which made her unable to call it out. The screaming whisper suddenly stopped, and she fell on the man's chest with a squint, sizzling and slid into the place where she had sex, and fell to the ground in the cracks of the oil bamboo. The room was filled with sweet orchid-like sweetness, which was extremely lewd.
Mo Ting is young, but an experienced doctor, and will not be shocked by witnessing the intercourse. However, her premonition was unfortunate. Although there was a erotic scene in front of her, she thought that her mother was not here for this. Sure enough, Han Xue's body stretched out and then trembled violently. The blue veins on her forehead were bulging. It was obvious that she was hit by Mo Zhiyi's poisonous hand, and she slapped her feet, and swung her a fiercely beautiful woman who was about to support her: ...Get out of the way!
Mo Zhi rolled into the bed with a whisper, sticking his plump snow buttocks and trembling. His fertile legs were clamped with the cherry red vagina that could not be opened like a fish's mouth. The vaginal opening that was originally on the lower edge of the labia minora, which was like a ball of flesh, was actually opened as the size of a circle finger, and the oily honey-skin wall was exposed, but it was fucked by the terrifying pestle of the hairy man and it was difficult to close. The vaginal fluid was ground into thick apricot paste that had been simmered for a long time, sticking the messy fine hairs that spread from the vulva to the anus into strands.
Even if the secretion is so strong, there is still a little blood in the white paste. Because the woman's vagina is too congested, she can only see a piece of blood-red and lustful and lustful. It is hard to tell whether it is the oily skin of the delicate honey pot or the yin crack.
The smell of a vagina with a sweaty and sweaty breath came to her face. Mo Ting couldn't help but frowned, took the pulse for Han Xuese, rolled her eyelids and pried open the teeth, and examined her eyes and tongue boards. She confirmed that it was poisoned, and not just one poison, but the most difficult situation. She asked the woman: What did you do to him?Bring it!With a stretch of his hand, he was asking for an antidote.
Although Mo Zhiyi inherited the name of Mo family in Qizhou, he killed more people in his life than saved people. He studied pharmacology carefully to save the world and make people suffer more, and it would be more suitable for her spleen and stomach. The herbs in the world are all the medicines for life in the hands of beautiful women. Under daily obsession, it is not an exaggeration to say that the whole body is poisonous.
Mo Ting held a slim expectation. Her mother did not come for murder, but was just greedy for the benefits of Mao men. She suddenly became playful. Han Xuese had no anti-toxic constitution. Because of her intimate combination, she was infected with the poisonous substances brought by her mother. This was an unintentional mistake.
Don’t hold on to the couch with a delicate panting, but it’s not all stopped. The red and snowy face looks like drunk, and the snow muscles seem to be emitting a trace of heat after intense intercourse. A strand of wet hair sticks to the lips, and pursing the dimples and laughing: Can I give you the answer to the test questions I gave?Silly girl.
Among the Qihuang path, detoxification is the most difficult.
As the saying goes, medicine is not divided into different parts, and medicine is three parts poisonous. If it is contaminated or taken external substances, the body will be damaged. If it is mild, it will not be prescribed as the right medicine. It can also be slowly relieved by the body's natural recovery ability. It can be called poisoning. Most of the people who are called poisoning are acute. If it is not cured in time, the consequences will be unimaginable.
There are many kinds of poisons, and the poisoning methods of animals, plants, and minerals are different, and they are different from birth or not. This has not yet been counted on the infinite changes produced by the mixture.
If you don’t know what kind of poison is, trying to remove the toxicity in a limited time is tantamount to snatching life from heaven.
The unique and unique medicine of Wuhui Valley on the West Mountain Road. Mo Wen, the world is said to be able to cure all poisons, but in fact it is just a powerful life-sustaining medicine that can hold the life of the poisoned person and drag it to the body to excrete toxins, rather than using the Ruyi method that can break through ten thousand.
Mo Ting could determine that Han Xuese had at least three to four completely different medicinal reactions, each with several possibilities. Don’t say that there is not enough time to test one by one. Even if the conflicts between these detoxification methods may take Han Xuese’s life before the poison.
If the mother cannot tell her, the hope of saving the young man is really slim.
...Why do you do this?Mo Ting pointed Han Xuese's big acupoints around her body and slightly blocked the blood flow, and said coldly:
If you entrust someone to him, he will take it more than his own life, and he will do everything you have to teach.Isn’t this person the most important thing for you?What are your benefits to poison him?
Mo Zhiyi turned over lazyly, as if the light had used up all the remaining strength. He pillowed with his round and jade lotus root arms, the milk melon slightly spread out into a long and oval shape, and the two thick snow mounds were stacked into two thick snow mounds. The light green coloured skin showed ivory-colored skin, even and thin, and the delicate body was undulating like peaks and valleys, with extremely proud curves.
What is the top priority for Mao livestock?It's just a donkey-like licensed product.I lied to him, and if I don’t say that, can he stay in a ghost place like Longting Mountain?She rolled up her thick black hair with her slender fingers, narrowing her eyes, and her tone was like a proud little girl: The child's apologetic look is the most likable, as if she even feels sorry for me when she is alive, she is so cute.You, why is it so cute?Other people's daughters can play until they get married at the age of fifteen or sixteen. If you are less than five years old, you will be so disappointed!
The development of the situation was indeed fulfilled to the worst place she could imagine. Maybe my mother was just trying to harvest.
At this moment, Mo Shuse was sent to Longting Mountain.Otherwise, depending on how impolite, unwilling to act, and lazy in design, it is hard to imagine that she would take the initiative to provoke troubled opponents from Qigong and others.
But this principle cannot be said to Mo Shuse, and it is useless to say it.
At first glance, the child looked like a tiny tip standing on the water surface. The one underwater was actually a fire. His indifference was not only an external protective color, but also because his heart was in that place and his mother was his place. The heart that could not be returned but had always existed in the imagination.
I must cure him.The girl looked at her mother quietly.Get the antidote.
Wow, angry?Mo Zhiyi giggled, and the two woven breasts were trembling with trembling liquid. The red tide in the chest and armpits had not faded, and the breasts were as smooth as the red plum buds, making the snow-snow muscles look very energetic.
If you have to force someone to vomit, it is best to use torture.Teach your three path needles, six paths of division, and ten kings of the underworld. Change your thinking is all powerful methods that make people die. Why don’t you give it a try?
Walking around the world, Mo Ting also imposed a little punishment on the bandits who covet beauty. It was Donghuan, who insisted on dogma, but she didn't want her mother to get what she wanted.
Mo Zhiyi wanted his daughter to go along with him, and he would not just coax her by pretending to be a fool. He was distorted like her, with the darkness that Mo Ting didn't want to imagine. Once she lost it, there would be endless destruction.
She temporarily stopped Han Xuese's blood circulation and while dealing with her mother, she also quietly diagnosed the poison. Smelling, looking, asking and severing are the foundation of medical treatment. Mo Ting is known as a miracle doctor, and the diagnosis is very good. She touched a small pinhole under Han Xuese's right breast, and left a faint fragrance after touching the tip of her fingertips. In addition to the aroma of Mo Zhengyi's mouth fat, there is also a strong smell of earth and grass, which is a sign of using the anesthetic Shihu San.
Shihu scatters into the blood and spreads. When he walks through the Jueyin liver meridian and enters the twelve main meridians, he can also disperse the Chong meridian and Ren meridian. The middle one only feels like the blood path is blocked, and his limbs are weak for a long time, but he still has pain and touch, which is not suitable for surgical purposes.
The most commonly used thief in the world is the two powerful flower-picking tools, together with the ecstasy of the soul.
Shihu San has no timely effective solution. Drinking a lot of water and urinating can be eliminated in a moment.
However, Mo Zhiyi used Shihu Powder with other poisons together, which caused a great obstacle to first aid: delaying blood circulation is the only way to gain time, and it can play a key role in 80% of the poison treatment.
The blood vessels are blocked, and Shihu San cannot be dissipated and accumulates in the meridians. After a certain period of time, the heart blood vessels will be blocked, causing angina pectoris and even sudden death.
A strong and healthy adult can die like a chronic disease attack after only one dose of Shihu San and acupoints. This is a method of killing that only a skilled doctor knows.
(You can only rely on acupuncture to regulate blood circulation, and then use medicine to prolong life, so you can try out poisonous substances!)
Even if this method takes effect, it will definitely cause great harm to the body, not to mention that the success rate is less than 10%.
But Mo Ting was not hesitant when she made up her mind. She was about to go to the clinic to get tools. She smelled a wisp of smoke, her pretty face changed slightly, and she suddenly turned to her mother.
What did you do?
Oh, it just spilled soil into the medicine cabinet and piled up hay in the house to cover the fire.Your little treasure has been removed for you for your mother, don’t panic.The girl glanced at the corner of the room. Sure enough, the old medicine box she had hidden in the notes was there. Her mother had seen through what she was tightly tight. She was just kidding her on the day she first came.
There are fire-proof ditches in the three courtyards in this room, filled with lime to prevent the fire from spreading. The wind in Lao Chulin blows down the cliff at this time every day, and the bottom of the burning is at the end so as not to spread forward. This is why Mo Ting only smells the smoke at this time.
It seems that this woman is determined to kill Han Xuese, but she doesn't give him any pleasure. Mo Shuse regrets her and blames her sister for not fulfilling her responsibility for rescue. Then she lets her mother ask for her so much disappointed mother to make up for her faults...
you!Mo Ting finally got really angry, gritted her teeth and rounded her beautiful eyes: Why do you have to achieve this situation!You think...it's all fun, right?
Han Xuese on the couch suddenly howled loudly, and the pain was obviously raised to the level again. The abdomen covered with vaginal fluid and sweat and twisted muscles were tight as if copper was poured, and the whole body was red and hot. The earthworm-like convex tendons arched out of the surface of the skin, like twisting old trees.
(What kind of poison is this? What kind of poison has such characteristics?)
Mo Ting felt sweat from her forehead and finally became panicked.
Mo Zhi stood up with his heavy jade breasts, half crawled and half laid close, and took out a huge object from Han Xuese's legs. The slightly sank of his little hands, which looked not hard, and was not slightly inferior to the beautiful woman's forearm, and it was still scary.
Don't cry if you can't answer.This question is more difficult, I'll give you some tips.Stroke gently along the body of the pestle, scraping off the palm with thick fishyness.
The beautiful woman stretched out her slender willow-leaf tongue, and turned her tip several times, and hooked the white foam into a small pepper shape. She carefully identified the dimples at the corner of her mouth so that the dimples at the corner of her mouth bloomed lightly, as if they were extremely mellow.
Come and try it!The tips I give you are all on this.
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