Your Majesty, please come quickly

Chapter 172
"Thank you." Xilan put her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder.The posture of the whole person nestled in his arms is indeed much better than that just now.

"What are you thankful for?" Ling Zimo's tone was flat, no different from his usual indifferent appearance.

It's just that Xilan, who was leaning on his shoulder with her eyes closed, didn't see a trace of embarrassment passing through his slightly pursed lips and those pair of autumn water cut pupils.

Shui Yao, who was walking behind them, saw Qian Xilan being hugged by Ling Zimo, and the resentment in her eyes couldn't help but deepened.

She must have said something to the young master pretending to let the young master hug her like that!
The young master was tired enough to take her on a journey with light work, but she had to make some unreasonable demands for the young master to agree to.

This woman is so shameless!
But it doesn't matter, the time she can get along with the young master is only a few days.After she was reduced to a ghost, she would never have the chance to appear by the young master's side again.

Sen Han's smile overflowed from Shui Yao's lips, and the object in her palm was held tightly by her until her fingertips turned white.

...

Night, silent.

The beating fire light exudes a little warmth, illuminating the cold stone wall.

Tang Jin heated and sterilized the silver needles in the fire one by one, and said to Xilan behind him without raising her head, "Take off your clothes and prepare to give needles."

Undress?Xilan looked hesitantly at the crowd sitting with their backs to them at the entrance of the cave, then subconsciously shifted her gaze to Ling Zimo, seeking his opinion.

Ling Zimo frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and then said, "Just take off your coat."

With his permission, Xilanfang followed what Tang Jin said, took off her clothes and sat cross-legged with Ling Zimo, waiting for him to administer the needle.

Looking at the person still wearing two pieces of clothing, Tang Jin's mouth twitched, "You two really think highly of me."

Complaints are complaints, although he complained that the husband and wife were bullying him, but the movement of dropping the needle in his hand was steady, and the position was not bad at all.

As the silver needles fell one by one on the back and pierced into the flesh, Xilan's brows could not help but frown.

"Pain?" Although Ling Zimo was asking Xilan, his eyes fell on Tang Jin.

Sensing his gaze, Tang Jin couldn't help but widen her eyes in fear, and defended herself, "You can't blame me, no matter how good my technique is, it will always hurt when the needle sticks into the flesh!"

After all, he urged Xilan, "Xiao Xilan, please say something nice to me, no matter how you say it, I can be regarded as your savior, you can't just ignore death!"

"Uh... I'm fine, it doesn't hurt." Xilan deliberated for a long time before saying these words under tremendous pressure.

Tang Jin urged from behind, she had to speak for him.But due to the reason of crossing the breath, she had to face Ling Zimo face to face and speak with his deep eyes.

The two-sided pressure of one front and one back is much more uncomfortable than the pain of acupuncture.

But the effect of these words was good, at least it shifted Ling Zimo's creepy gaze from Tang Jin to herself.

Although the pressure is huge, at least there is no need to worry about Tang Jin accidentally stabbing her to death.

Without Ling Zimo's threat, Tang Jin was happy physically and mentally, and the acupuncture for half an hour was not worth mentioning to him.

After finishing the injection, he still did not forget to boast a few words, "How about it, brother, my medical skills are superb. I can easily complete the task with two pieces of clothes on."

Maybe he was so complacent that he didn't pay attention to the seriousness while boasting, and the last needle that injected the poisonous blood on Xilan's fingertip was extraordinarily heavy.

(End of this chapter)