"Your Excellency, in a few moments, I will use a silver needle to urge your blood veins to move the blood in your body again, and if you feel wrong, please give a warning. Do you understand?" said Jane, looking at Earl Conrad.

"Understood, please let it go. Prince Conrad said as he rolled up his sleeves as Jane Er's instructions, placed his pale but powerful wrist on the pulse pillow in front of him, and then said proudly, "Don't worry, with the powerful self-healing ability of my bloodline, the creation formed by the small silver needle in your hand will not cause any harm to our bloodline." ”

Can it be harmed?Jian Er raised her eyebrows, and her eyes narrowed dangerously. Prince Conrad didn't expect that his proud words had offended Jian'er, Lu Xiuwen, and Lu Xiuwu.

What is a small silver needle, what is not a big injury, is this a person who looks down on us (Prince Conrad, who is more wronged than Dou E: I swear I definitely don't have this kind of thought, let's really just say it casually. Didn't he know that for healers, if they wanted to, the murder often did not see blood, especially for a doctor who was good at acupuncture and moxibustion, and had a certain study of hidden acupoints.

"Prince Conrad, I think I still need to remind you that the silver needle in my hand is not so simple, and if you underestimate it, you may suffer greatly. Jian Er's face sank, and she gently raised her wrist holding Yinyin, and the silver light flashed with dazzling brilliance on Jian Er's fingertips.

"Don't worry, unless it's made of sterling silver. Otherwise, with such a small one, the damage to me is almost zero. Prince Conrad smiled confidently.

Prince Conrad could feel that the silver needle in Jane'er's hand did not carry the dangerous and disgusting aura of silver, so he behaved very casually, and finally learned to say: " If you are using the acupuncture of country Z, you don't need to worry, because the acupuncture technique was also tested on me by Qingyun Dao Elder back then, and it can almost be said to be useless to our blood clan, at most, it can only bring us a small small wound, such a small wound will heal almost the moment the needle is taken out, so you don't have to worry at all. ”

Hearing Prince Conrad say this, Count Dracula and Moore were visibly relieved. It turns out that Prince Conrad has tried it before. It's good that it's not dangerous.

"Oh, is that really the case?" said Jane, with a meaningful smile. Prince Conrad's indifferent attitude was not a good thing for her, and it seemed that she had to let this "confident" Prince of the Blood Clan appreciate the difference between her own stitching and Qingyunchang's stitching.

Thinking of this, Jian Er raised her eyebrows and showed a meaningful smile: "Since that's the case." How about we try it then?"

The voice fell. Jane'er's small hand holding the silver needle slid lightly across Prince Conrad's arm. As if by magic, several shiny silver pieces fell on Prince Conrad's arm, and the exposed needle tail trembled and hummed.

And at this very moment. Prince Conrad's face changed suddenly, the pale wrist that was placed on the pulse pillow suddenly changed, the palm that originally looked pale but was the same as an ordinary hand suddenly became green and tendonous, and the very neatly trimmed nails began to lengthen, becoming sharp as eagle claws, shining with a penetrating coldness.

Then Prince Conrad felt as if he had lost control of his arm, and the blood in his arm began to boil, and the powerful force continued to rush through his entire arm. Prince Conrad instinctively reached out his other hand and grasped the out-of-control arm, trying to control the force that was running through his arm, but to no avail.

The uncontrollable force was still running rampant in Prince Conrad's arms, and the moisture on the skin of his hands began to dry up as if they had been quickly evaporated, but this dryness did not seem like the atrophy of losing strength, but seemed more vigorous and powerful.

"Ahh

"Father!" Count Dracula hurriedly stepped forward to help Prince Conrad, "are you alright?"

"What did you do?" Moore jumped up as well, his eyes flashing red, his sharp fangs sticking out of his lips, and his body bowed slightly as if he was full of strength, ready to attack.

Moore's unfriendly attitude immediately caused Ray's reaction, and his silver eyes narrowed, and a shining light appeared in Ray's palm. And Lu Xiuwen and Lu Xiuwu also stood up, protecting Jian Er from left to right.

"Ray, it's okay. Jian'er reached out and grabbed Ray's arm and shook her head slightly. Then he turned back to Moore and said, "Don't worry, Prince Conrad, he's fine." ”

"Nonsense, His Excellency the Prince ......"

"Stop! Moore, I'm fine. Prince Conrad's voice rang out.

"Your Excellency, Prince?" said Moshou, retracting his attacking stance, and looked at Prince Conrad with some confusion.

"Stand down!" Prince Conrad growled.

"Yes. The coercion from the upper blood clan made Moore's body stiffen, and he lowered his head and slowly retreated.

"Please forgive us for our previous rudeness. Conrad's pro-dynasty Jane Er owes a debt, but it can be seen that his attitude towards Jane Er has been different, and he seems to be much more cautious.

"Your Excellency the Prince is gracious. Jian Er showed a satisfied smile and said, "Okay, I think Your Excellency the Prince has already felt the difference in my stitching, and now I ask Your Excellency the Prince to stretch out your hand." ”

"I'm tired. Conrad's pro-dynasty Jane held out her hand. Jane's little hand stretched out and swiped across Prince Conrad's arm, her fingertips dipped at the end of the needle like a dragonfly, and in the blink of an eye, the silver needle on Prince Conrad's arm had disappeared.

Looking at the vanished silver needle, feeling that he had regained control of the strength of that arm, Prince Conrad still looked at the thin silver needle at Jane's fingertips with some palpitations, and a sense of awe arose. (To be continued.) )