The Evil Emperor's Medical Concubine is ruthless

Chapter 10 Oriental Medicine
"Who dares to plot against my old lady. Ah Ran will not let you go!"

Sikong was covered by the sack, covering his eyes, mouth and nose, and cursed.

"Say it as if I'd let you go."

Sikong heard a familiar voice.

Xin Lin, it's that dead girl Xin Lin!
"You are a mourner who kills thousands of knives, little bitch, let me see if I don't beat you to death!"

Sikong's obese body rolled on a donkey and fell to the side, avoiding Xin Lin's fatal blow.

There was only a ripping sound, and the sack burst open.

Sikong's face was covered with dust, and his makeup was smudged, making him look very embarrassed.

She changed from the arrogant appearance she had in front of people earlier, two cold lights burst out from her eyes, she was completely different from before.

Xin Lin's eyes deepened, and there was something wrong with Sikong in front of him.

But seeing that Sikong's lower abdomen was lucky, the fat all over his body kept tightening, and his whole life shrank a circle, firm but not bloated.

With a flick of Sikong's arm, like an autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves, he aimed at Xin Lin and swept hard.

Wherever the wind of the fist touched, there was a roar, and Xin Lin was shocked.

This woman knows martial arts, and her kung fu is not weak.

"Xin Lin" has lived in Qiancun for ten years, and has never found Sikong's martial arts skills.

She withdrew her hand quickly, and as soon as the stick in her hand touched Sikong's fist, the stick split in response, and even Xin Lin's hand went numb for a while.

Such a strong strength, I am afraid it is no less than a professional mercenary.

Head-to-head, Xin Lin is not Sikong's opponent, after a few dodges, Xin Lin was forced back by Sikong every step of the way, she seemed to be unable to retreat, she reached out with both hands, and grabbed Xin.

"court death!"

Sikong snorted coldly, completely ignoring Xin Lin's useless style of play.

If Ah Ran hadn't let her attack Xin Lin, this damn girl would have died a long time ago.

A mere country girl who still wants to befriend You Zhou's prince.

Xin Lin's hand lightly wiped Sikong's wrist, and Sikong didn't even frown. The little girl's attack was not even a tickle to her.

With a click, Sikong was startled, only felt his hand drop suddenly, without strength.

Her wrist, dislocated.

Before Sikong could react, she was slapped several times by Xin Lin on the back.

Every palm is as light as a feather, but with every stroke, the bones in Sikong's body will make a cracking sound.

A full head taller than Xin Lin, the strong and powerful Sikong fell to his knees in the blink of an eye.

"Little bitch! What did you do to me?"

Sikong was startled and terrified.

"You should ask Sikong Ran what he did to Xin Lin."

Xin Lin's stick landed on the back of Sikong's head, Sikong's hands and feet twitched twice, some white foam came out of his mouth and nose, and he passed out.

Sikong couldn't understand how a little doll with no strength to restrain a chicken could subdue himself as a warrior.

Only Xin Lin understands best.

When Xin Lin was in the laboratory of the dark organization, he met an old oriental doctor who was kidnapped.

In the few years since she became sensible, she learned a complete set of oriental methods of touching bones and brushing points from an old Chinese doctor.

Chinese medicine can save people, but it can also kill people.

Although Xin Lin was inferior to Sikong's in terms of force, her victory lay in her ingenious tactics.

With every gesture she made, Sikong's body was fractured in many places, and it was all a coincidence.

But it's also fortunate that Xin Lin met the Sikong Shi who was fighting melee today, if he met Xuanwu practitioners like Sikong Ran and Bai You, this method might not work.

(End of this chapter)