In a lounge on the second floor of Yi Niansheng Bar, Nangong Chu was sweating profusely on the only bed in the room, locking the door, and the beautiful killer Qu Ling was sitting in front of the bed, carefully checking Nangong Chu's poisoned palm.

But seeing that Nangong Chu's right palm was pierced with seven pinholes like the Big Dipper by something like a cow hair steel needle, the entire palm had swollen into a pig's trotter, and there was a strange green gas on the skin.

"Can this poison be cured?" asked Nangong Chu with a solemn face. Since this is the poison of the Tang Gate, in addition to the unique antidote made by the Tang Gate, there are probably not many people in the world who can solve the poison of the Tang Gate.

"Yes, but it's a little difficult. Qu Ling said and took out a pill from his body for Nangong Chu to take, and then took out a silver needle from his body, and skillfully used the method of stabbing the acupoint with a silver needle to seal the acupoint meridians on Nangong Chu's right arm.

Then with a small silver knife, he cut a cut on Nangong Chu's palm. Qu Ling was not afraid of the smell of fish, and leaned over to suck out poisonous blood for Nangong Chu.

At this time, a cordon was formed outside the gate of the Silver Moonlight Nightclub, police officers went in and out at the gate, and even police officers were recording confessions with the waiters in the nightclub.

This matter seems to be a big deal. A number of ambulances were honking their sirens and whizzing towards the Donghai City Hospital. Nangong Chu and that Tang Sect master fought upside down in the box, how could the people inside not get hurt?

The door of the lounge on the second floor of the bar opened, and Yan Beifei walked in. Although the door is locked, Yan Beifei is the boss here, and he can enter any room he wants.

"What's going on? How did it get like this?" Yan Beifei closed the door with his backhand and said nervously. Because he found that Nangong Chu's face was shrouded in a layer of green gas, Qu Ling was helping Nangong Chu suck out the poisonous blood of his palm one by one. The poisonous blood that spit on the ground turned out to be green too.

"Uncle Yan came just in time, you come and help this guy who doesn't know whether to live or die. Qu Ling saw Yan Bei flying into the room, and immediately said with joy.

"Okay!" Yan Beifei didn't say much, and hurriedly stepped forward to help Nangong Chu up, and then sat cross-legged behind Nangong Chu, his palms against the acupoints behind Nangong Chu, agitating his internal breath, and the true qi poured into Nangong Chu's body endlessly.

"Thank you Uncle Yan!" Nangong Chu is already angry now, and all his body strength has been used to force the strange poison to prevent the poisonous gas from entering the internal organs, and now he is powerless even to speak.

"Close your eyes and calm down!" Yan Beifei said calmly.

As time passed, the heads of Yan Beifei and Nangong Chu were steaming like steamers. This is the sweat of the top door forced by the true qi and turned into water vapor.

An hour, that is, two hours later, when the poisonous blood on Nangong Chu's right hand turned red, Qu Ling stopped sucking blood and took out a white silk scarf from his body to help Nangong Chu bandage his wound. Yan Beifei also withdrew his hands behind Nangong Chu at the same time.

The current Nangong Chu, his face was as pale as paper, his demeanor was abrupt, and in more than two hours, Qu Ling had sucked out about one-third of the blood in his body, if it was an ordinary person, he would have died a long time ago.

Nangong Chu's vitality was seriously injured, and without a month or two of conditioning, it would be difficult to recover.

In Donghai Public Hospital, Song Hao was sent to the operating room of the surgery on the third floor, and the operation was still ongoing. After Song Jingtian got the news, he immediately rushed to the hospital from Qinglong Building.

There were only two people standing outside the operating room, one was Song Jingtian, and the other was the middle-aged man who fought with Nangong Chu and plotted against Nangong Chu.

Although there were only two people outside the operating room anxiously waiting for the results of the operation, the entire Donghai City Public Hospital had been monitored by the Qinglong Gang.

"What the hell is going on?" Song Jingtian grabbed the middle-aged man's collar with one hand and said sharply.

"I don't know what's going on, but as soon as the man rushed in and knocked everyone down, I was slapped in the face. The middle-aged man said with a somewhat flustered expression.

"Okay, you Tang Qiu, don't you usually say that you have poison skills, secret weapons, and martial arts? Why can't you even protect my son tonight? Tell me who beat my son like this. Song was furious, and the strength in his hand increased a few points.

"I don't know, because he is wearing a hood, and he can't tell from his martial arts that he is from any sect or sect. Tang Qiu looked directly at Song Jingtian and said lightly.

"I'm so angry!" Song Jingtian pushed Tang Qiu away with both hands.

"If you want to know who it is, why don't Mr. Song go to the nightclub and ask them to hand over the surveillance footage. The middle-aged man straightened out the collar that was messed up by Song Jingtian and said.

"Hmph, I'm afraid the surveillance footage has already fallen into the hands of the dragon group. Song Jingtian's face sank like water, he couldn't believe that in Donghai City, an acre of three-point land, someone dared to beat his only son's idea, it was like a tiger scratching his head, and Tai Sui's head was ground.

"Haha! There is really no silver moonshine in vain tonight. "A loud laugh rang out from a lakeside pavilion in the garden-style house of the Oriental Family.

But in the pavilion, three well-dressed young people sat at the stone table in the pavilion, talking and laughing.

"Song Hao's second ancestor, I hate it when I see him, he was cleaned up tonight, I believe there are a lot of people applauding!" one of the young men laughed.

"Deng Shao, it seems that you also want to repair Song Hao's garbage for a long time! Fortunately, you didn't do that, otherwise you would have ......!

"Brother Junnan is right, I really can't imagine that there are such masters around people like Song Hao. That Deng Shao remembered what he saw tonight, and couldn't help but secretly rejoice.

It turned out that Song Hao's face was hateful, this Deng Shao had already looked at him blindly, and wanted to give Song Hao some color, but he never had a chance. It wasn't until tonight that he knew that Song Hao was followed by a top master who was not good-looking.

If you teach Deng Shao a lesson, you must be the one who is unlucky.

"By the way, Brother Zixuan, where is your beautiful fairy-like sister, why can't you see her tonight?"

"Hehe! You guy still don't beat my sister's idea, you guy who shows mercy everywhere, I can't be trusted!" said the handsome young man named Zixuan.

"Big brother, who do you not trust?" As soon as Zixuan's words fell, a voice as crisp as a yellow warbler came from the gravel path.

"Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao will arrive!"

But in front of the gazebo, three women walked out from behind the flower garden on a gravel path. The three young men in the pavilion suddenly lit up. With beautiful looks and good figures, these three women are all stunning beauties in a thousand miles.

"Hehe! Tonight is really lively, the Murong family's hypocrisy, the Deng family's little pervert, and my eldest brother, aren't you three going to have fun? Why did you come back so early?" The one who spoke was a girl who was eighteen or nine years old, with an unusually beautiful face, like a fairy.

The origin of the three young people in the pavilion can be described as terrifying, they are the outstanding figures of the younger generation of the three ancient martial arts families in the south. The main son here is Dongfang Zixuan, the eldest son of the Dongfang family, and the other two, one is Murong Junnan, the son of the head of the Murong family of Cuizhu Villa in Guangxi, and the other is Deng Shaohuang, the son of the head of the Lingnan Deng family.

"Haha! I have to see that Dongfang Xiaomei has been fortunate for three lives, how can I be willing to leave Xiaomei to have fun?" Deng Shao shook his head and laughed like a nerd.

"Don't be poor, if you dare to make fun of Miss Ben, see how Miss Ben tidies up on you. Dongfang Zhiqing smiled and scolded and walked into the pavilion with two other women.

"Hey, these two young ladies are very angry, don't you want to introduce them to us yet?" Deng Shao said as he looked at the two girls who walked into the pavilion behind Dongfang Zhiqing.

The two stunning women who came into the pavilion with Dongfang Zhiqing were none other than Long Ziyan and Leng Yue. It turned out that after they finished shopping, it was already late at night, and under the warm invitation of Dongfang Zhiqing, Long Ziyan and Leng Yue returned to Dongfang Zhiqing's family with Dongfang Zhiqing.

It is difficult to resist the enthusiasm, and Dongfang Zhiqing is her best friend, so Long Ziyan plans to go to the Dongfang family to live for a few days.

Ye Feng wished that Long Ziyan would not return to the suburban villa, after he broke up with Long Ziyan and Leng Yue, he drove the silver-gray sports car alone and drove towards the suburbs.