Me, do you want legs?"

Feng Miao tilted his head, looking at the strange-looking monk at the door, who knew at a glance that he was not from Huaxia, and became angry.

Which pot is not opened and which pot is mentioned, you TmD ran to other people's wards, did not sell medicine, sold legs, are you taking the young master and me as a Sunday?

As a woman who grew up serving Feng Miao since she was a child, Feng Cui knew that the young master was angry as soon as she saw Feng Miao's face, her face sank, and her palm, which was far larger than that of an ordinary man, was pushed in front of the monk.

The monk seemed to have expected it, snorted coldly, and after his body shifted for half a meter, he waved his hand, and a stream of white powder rushed straight to Feng Cui's front door.

Before Feng Cui could hold his breath, his body fell to the ground softly, like a bodyguard outside, after convulsions twice, a stream of red blood foam flowed out of his mouth, and he was completely unconscious.

Feng Miao struggled to get up from the top, but the remnants were not strong, and she almost didn't fall off the top in shock.

The monk's single eye burst out with a chilling light, and he took out a wooden doll from his arms that was seven or eight points similar to Feng Miao's appearance.

And this doll is exactly the same as Feng Miao, it is also missing a leg, and it is also a bald image.

"Feng Miao, I, give you legs, you, be my dog!"

The monk's eyes were like seeing a rotten vulture, and when he walked to the front of the illness, he suddenly stretched out his palm and stretched out his hand to Feng Miao's broken leg, and then continued to twist and press the broken leg hard.

Feng Miaohun exhaled in a cold sweat, writhing uneasily, and wanted to struggle, but was held down by the monk.

The white bandage on the broken leg was soon stained with crimson blood, and the monk's palm was also stained with blood.

After smearing the voodoo doll all over Feng Miao's blood, the monk took out a pair of swarthy scissors that were carved with patterns and covered in rust.

Holding the scissors, the monk looked at the frightened Feng Miao and smiled strangely.

Grabbing Feng Miao's hair very roughly, the monk cut off all his hair, and even tore off a piece of his scalp vigorously.

After carefully cutting off the scalp and dipping it on the voodoo doll's head, the monk piled the hair on top of it.

"Now, there is only a small leg bone left to use, a living person. The monk looked at Feng Cui, who fainted and vomited blood, and said, "Use her, you say, it's good, it's still not good." ”

Feng Miao, who was tortured to the point of severe pain, dared to refuse, nodded subconsciously, and just begged this crazy monk who came out of nowhere to stop torturing himself.

In fact, it didn't matter if Feng Miao disagreed, the monk stepped on Feng Cui's calf, and after a broken bone, the monk squatted on the ground with scissors.

The scissors had serrated teeth on the top, and the monk was like a saw tree, cutting Feng Cui's calf bone with a saw.

Listening to the harsh friction sound and smelling the strong smell of blood, Feng Miao vomited, and when he saw clearly what the monk was doing, he couldn't bear it anymore, and threw it up with a wow.

Feng Miao, whose face was covered with blood and vomit, was embarrassed, and how much she hoped that the crazy monk in the room would leave quickly.

Soon, the monk sawed off a neat calf bone and looked at the white and red bones in his hand as if he were admiring a work of art.

Placing the calf bone on the table, the monk took out a bunch of gadgets and began to polish the calf bone.

The calf bone, which was originally more than 30 centimeters long, was slowly polished to a length of less than 3 centimeters, and it was like a leg that was reduced in equal proportions.

The monk who was done looked at Feng Miao, and then inserted the bone like a leg into the voodoo doll.

I saw that black silk threads suddenly appeared in the lower half of the voodoo doll, that is, in a few seconds, the silk threads were tightly wrapped around the leg bone, and after a while, the leg bone voodoo doll became one, and it was natural.

At this moment, Feng Miao suddenly felt an unbearable tingling sensation coming from the lower half.

The lower half, which had already been unconscious, suddenly felt an itching sensation, Feng Miao struggled to sit up, looked at his bottom, and then opened his eyes wide.

I saw that my originally empty calf slowly grew a blood-red skinless calf, and gradually, after a while, even the skin grew out.

"Legs... My legs, it's my legs!" Feng Miao screamed excitedly, as the tingling sensation in the lower half gradually faded, his hands continued to slap the lost legs hard, and the eyes of the monk who looked at him were full of gratitude, and he also subconsciously ignored Feng Cui, the mother who had been lying on the ground and had taken care of herself for nearly thirty years and was missing her calf.

The monk looked at Feng Miao's legs, and reminded with a hint of a smile: "Feng Miao, your legs, no feet." ”

Feng Miao was stunned when she heard this, and then looked at her feet, and sure enough, as the other party said, there was still one foot missing from her legs, and the ankle was just a bare bare bone.

Without saying a word, Feng Miao flipped down and knelt directly in front of the monk: "Master, master, please give me another foot, I have legs and no feet, I... I can't walk, I'm disabled, I can't become disabled, please, help me. ”

The monk didn't speak, looking at Feng Miao, who was kneeling on the ground and begging for him, revealing a very inexplicable cold smile.

Seeing that the monk was just standing there, Feng Miao suddenly struggled and jumped up, took the scissors on the table and knelt in front of Feng Cui again.

"Yes, bones, it must be bones, Aunt Cui, you are also disabled anyway, it is better to fulfill me. ”

But although she said this, Feng Miao was numb, looking at Feng Cui, who was bleeding from the lower half of the blood, and didn't know what to do.

Seeing Feng Miao, who had a hideous face, didn't know where to start, the monk shook his arm, and a puff of white smoke floated in front of Feng Cui.

In the next second, Feng Cuiyou woke up, and what caught her eye was Feng Miao, who had a hideous face, and then found that the other party had actually grown a new leg.

Rubbing his eyes to make sure it was not an illusion, Feng Cui cried with joy: "Young Master, young master, your legs, your legs have actually grown." ”

"Aunt Cui, thanks to you, thank you, I will definitely treat you well in the future. Feng Miao didn't expect Feng Cui to wake up suddenly, and the scissors in her hand were subconsciously hidden.

Noticing Feng Miao's strange behavior, Feng Cui suddenly saw the lower half of his blood, and his face was shocked.

The monk laughed like a madman and shouted: "Feng Miao, she, she doesn't feel pain, and she doesn't have any power to resist, let's do it, let's do it, cut off her ribs, and use the ribs to polish the soles of your feet, quick, fast." ”

Feng Miao's trembling right hand raised the scissors again: "Aunt Cui, I'm sorry, you love me the most since I was a child, and you can't bear to make me disabled for the rest of my life, right, you know, without the soles of my feet, I am still disabled, I am the second young master of the Feng family, the second young master of the Feng family can't become a waste, I can't become a waste." ”

The more Feng Miao said, the smaller the trembling amplitude of her hands, wiped the snot and tears on her face, and in her eyes, the look of guilt gradually disappeared.

"Young master, young master, wake up, what are you doing, it's me, I'm Feng Cui, Feng Cui who watched you grow up, what are you going to do?"

Feng Cui found that his body couldn't move, and it was clear that the blood in his legs was blurry, but he didn't feel the slightest, his eyes were open to the limit, how he wished he was having a terrible nightmare.

With a "poof", blood gushed out, and the sharp scissors pierced Feng Cui's ribs, Feng Miao, after all, still made a move on Feng Cui, who watched him grow up.

"I'm sorry Aunt Cui, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. ”

With another pair of scissors, a bloodthirsty light burst out of Feng Miao's eyes, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, closed his eyes, and inserted his palm into Feng Cui's abdomen.

With a "wow", Feng Miao vomited again.

And Feng Cui no longer struggled, and after experiencing the initial fear, she gradually understood that all this was not a dream.

After all, she had been in the Feng family for nearly forty years, and she had seen a lot of things, and she already knew that it was the demon monk who had just used some kind of evil magic to help the young master connect his legs.

However, this price must be borne by oneself.

She can die for the young master, but she doesn't want to see that this young master, who she raised with her own hands, will really kill herself, she would rather take out the ribs that the young master needs by disembowelment.

The tears in the corners of her eyes couldn't stop flowing, Feng Cui looked at Feng Miao who was covered with blood on her face, and looked at this noble young master who she had watched and grown up since she was a child, and her heart was extremely sad.

In the end, Feng Cui's breathing became weaker and weaker, and his abdomen was blurred with blood.

"Rubbish!" The monk kicked Feng Miao, who was constantly vomiting, kicked away, squatted down and pulled out a rib from Feng Cui's body, snatched the scissors from Feng Miao's hand and waved it, holding a neat rib in his hand.

At this time, Feng Cui's eyes were wide open, but he didn't have any life qi.

The monk repeated the old trick, carefully polishing the ribs in his hands, and within a few moments, the ribs became a shape like the soles of the feet, and then placed on the legs of the voodoo doll.

Feng Miao had been standing beside him, full of anticipation, and even wanted to ask the monk if his bones were enough.

Looking at the pocket-sized bony soles, Feng Miao was a little dissatisfied with his right leg, which seemed to be a little asymmetrical on both sides.

Anyway, Feng Cui is already dead, if the bones are not enough, just take it, aren't the descendants of the wealthy family just dedicating everything for the master, including life, and every bone in the whole body.

Feng Miao, who experienced the unbearable itch just now, and turned back into a normal person again, looked at her intact legs, and her face did not have the pleading look like a pug just now.

Looking at the faceless monk, Feng Miao was arrogant: "Say, how much." ”

"Money... No, no, no, no. The monk looked abusive: "I, I don't want money, I want you, be my dog!"

"Joke! Do you know who I am, I am the third generation of the Feng family's direct descendant, I can pretend that I didn't hear what I said just now!"

The monk shook his head inexplicably, and then shook the voodoo doll in his hand tightly.

In the next second, Feng Miao was like being struck by lightning, and spit out a mouthful of blood with a wow, unable to move, as if he was grabbed by an invisible big hand.

"I... I know it's wrong, don't, don't do it again... ”

"Bones!" the monk laughed, "I, what can be given to you, can also be retrieved!"

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