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Hua Jitian squatted down and looked at Song Jintong.

Song Jintong's pupils have long been enlarged, which is not the same as Wu Qi's scatteredness.

Wu Qi's pupils are like rubber bands that have just been opened, as long as the strength of the stretches is removed, it can still be retracted, while Song Jintong is equivalent to a rubber band that has been held up for more than ten years, and it has long become inelastic.

Song Jintong's eyes were not only scattered, but also a little gray, not the appearance of normal yellow eyes.

Hua Jitian first glanced at it a few times, and then thought about it, what should he say to a fool who has been self-closed for ten years. Then I took the knowledge and words I wanted to say and made a file knowledge package.

He quietly opened his clairlight eyes, and first looked at the situation in Song Jintong's mind, which seemed to be nothing particularly different from Wu Qi's brain that he saw that day, and there were no foreign bodies such as blood clots.

It's just that Song Jintong's eyes are really choking.

Hua Jitian did not withdraw his clairvoyant eye, but then turned on the copying technique and aimed it at Song Jintong's eyes.

Song Jintong's pupils did not change at all, he was still unfocused, and he didn't seem to see anything. Hua Jitian's copying technique restrained Song Jintong's eyes.

Hua Jitian is a dead horse as a live horse doctor, and converts the copying technique into the enlightenment technique.

When the knowledge compression package touched Song Jintong's eyes, it bounced back and could not be transmitted at all. Of course, the knowledge compressed package transmitted by Huajitian is not a real compressed package, it is a knowledge stream, and the file package transmitted back and forth by the computer is similar.

Hua Jitian gave such a name for the sake of image.

It's like Hua Jitian dug a ditch from his own eyes to Song Jintong's eyes. But when Hua Jitian poured water in this ditch, it couldn't flow, because Song Jintong's eyes seemed to have a dam and a strong city wall.

That's not going to work.

Hua Jitian retracts the perspective eye.

Song Zhixin's wife was a little anxious. My son is like this, you are still staring at it like this, what do you mean? In fact, there was no mockery on Hua Jitian's face, but Song Zhixin's wife had been depressed for a long time, and it was inevitable that she would be suspicious, and sometimes she was reluctant to say hello when she saw her old neighbors.

Seeing that Hua Jitian was still studying the Eight Classics there, Song Zhixin's wife couldn't bear it anymore, and wanted to step forward to stop it, but was pulled by Song Zhixin.

Song Zhixin looked at his wife and shook his head slowly.

The wife was angry, and tears fell again. I thought in my heart, in order for my son to be able to eat in the future, even if he was insulted and ridiculed by Hua Jitian, it didn't matter, let alone take a few looks.

But Song Zhixin didn't think so. He felt as if Hua Jitian was treating his son.

Li Weiqiu didn't stop it, which showed that Hua Jitian was not messing around.

Song Zhixin believed in Li Weiqiu, and naturally believed in his disciples.

Li Weiqiu's eyes were like electricity, looking at Hua Jitian. This kid has too many secrets, and now it seems that he will lose his skills and enlightenment.

However, Li Weiqiu was a little disappointed, because he could see that Hua Jitian had failed.

"What's the difficulty?" asked Li Weiqiu.

His pupils were unfocused. ”

"I'll take another look. ”

Yes, Li Weiqiu also went up to take a look.

Song Zhixin's wife began to tremble, not because Li Weiqiu had a great kindness to their family, she cried before the morning. She could see now that Hua Jitian seemed to be trying to treat her son. But so many well-known experts in the country can't look at it well, even the old man with fairy wind and bones invited by Li Weiqiu can't look good, and how can the hairy young man Hua Jitian be optimistic.

Although Hua Jitian seemed to have good intentions, it still made Song Zhixin's wife uncomfortable, and she felt extremely uncomfortable.

She feels that her son is like a caged animal in a zoo, left to be observed and studied by Hua Jitian. This kind of humiliation is indescribable for Song Zhixin's wife. Because she has tasted it all for more than ten years.

Song Zhixin grabbed his wife's hand and said softly: "Even if there is no hope, don't you still have to live." ”

Song Zhixin's wife nodded, but she still couldn't stop her tears.

Yes, if you are alive, you have to eat, and the biggest problem for my son is naturally delirium, but the first problem is to eat.

They don't think that Hua Jitian can solve the biggest problem for their son, but it has been proven that Hua Jitian can solve the first problem.

Regarding the fact that their son has become a normal person, the old couple has long lost confidence, and it can even be said that they are desperate. However, even if the son is a fool and a drag, they don't want the white-haired person to send the black-haired person.

Li Weiqiu has seen Song Jintong many times, but the previous focus was on how to treat the disease, rather than focusing Song Jintong's eyes.

He hadn't looked at Song Jintong's eyes very carefully before.

"Well, the pupils of the eyes are not only scattered, but they are all discolored, similar to the eyes of a blind man. Li Weiqiu said.

"It's still better, the outermost eye mask of the blind is completely white, and Song Jintong is still a little transparent. Hua Jitian didn't completely agree with Li Weiqiu's point of view.

The two had a lively discussion. When Song Zhixin's wife heard this, she began to tremble and cry again. Onlookers, you just watch, you still guard us and talk nonsense, I don't know if we are old people, do you feel uncomfortable.

It's a pity that the two shameless masters and apprentices, who don't know how uncomfortable they feel as old men, continue to discuss passionately.

"Well, you've got a point. Listen to what you mean, as long as you focus his pupils, you have a way, right?" asked Li Weiqiu.

"I'm not sure, but I can try. "Flower pole heavenly way.

When Hua Jitian finished saying that he could try it, Song Zhixin's wife couldn't bear it anymore, and directly leaned on Lao Song's shoulder, whining and crying.

Is there such a thing, is there such a thing, in front of me, use my son as a guinea pig, look how easy it is to say this, 'you can try', you say it with one mouth, how much sin my son will have to suffer."

Song Zhixin patted his wife on the shoulder.

Li Weiqiu, the old man, spoke again: "Don't worry, it won't be worse, it will only be better." Maybe it'll be cured. "Hey, Li Weiqiu's words, I don't know if it's mending the knife or comforting.

"Yes. Now that my son is willing to eat, how bad can it be. Song Zhixin also said.

Song Zhixin's wife nodded and continued to wipe her tears. She knows this reason, but she can't get over this hurdle in her heart. Pity the hearts of parents all over the world, parents have done their best for their children and then have no complaints, it is simply heartbroken, Song Zhixin's wife, this is the case.

Li Weiqiu turned to the back of the sofa where Song Jintong was sitting, stretched out his hands, and wrapped his hands around Song Jintong's head, but the top of his head was exposed. As if pinching, Li Weiqiu's two thumbs were opposite to each other at the back of Song Jintong's head, and the remaining fingers were all concentrated on Song Jintong's two temples.

"Here we go. Li Weiqiu said in a deep voice.

"Good. Hua Jitian also opened the perspective eye, but he didn't open the copy or enlightenment technique.

"Walking. Li Weiqiu informed again.

Hua Jitian looked at the situation in Song Jintong's mind with perspective eyes.

"Huh. Hua Jitian was amazed.

This old man unexpectedly released two completely different martial arts true qi, which flowed into Song Jintong's head through the back of Song Jintong's head and temples.

The two true qi are not one for the palm of one hand, but one for the thumbs of both hands, and one for the rest of the fingers.

This kind of control is unheard of in Huajitian. In fact, he didn't know much about the cultivation world, and there were more things he had never heard of, but he also knew that Li Weiqiu's level of control was extraordinary.

The kind of yin and yang palm kung fu of the left hand yin and the right hand yang, although it is remarkable, it is not shocking. But like Li Weiqiu, with the same palm, yin and yang at the same time, this is an extremely powerful means.

After the two kinds of true qi, a total of four strands, entered Song Jintong's head, they quickly flowed along the sulcus of his brain and the small blood vessels on the brain, and occasionally ran into each other, and then turned around and looked at him, and each was fine.

Hua Ji Tianxin said, if this old guy can't be controlled, and he is really angry, Song Jintong's head will be like a ripe watermelon that has been punched hard, and it will explode directly.

When the time comes, Song Jintong will not say that he is alive, even if he dies, he will be dead without a whole body, his head is sparse, and he can't fight it together, but he can directly sweep it up, pack it in a plastic bag, and send it to the crematorium.

But fortunately, Li Weiqiu seemed very relaxed, and seemed to have spare strength, and did not beat the signs of Song Jintong's watermelon. I don't know if it's because Song Jintong's head watermelon is not ripe, or if this old man is really powerful, and he dares to do porcelain work with a diamond diamond.

True qi circulated in Song Jintong's brain, but Song Jintong's head did not tremble and fluctuate in the slightest. His head was obviously alive, but in the face of the stimulation of the four true qis, there was no sound or feedback.

Song Jintong's eyes were even more dry, without the slightest change.

"That doesn't seem to work. Although Li Weiqiu didn't see Song Jintong's eyes, he also knew that his eyes had not changed, because he felt that there was no reaction in Song Jintong's head.

The head doesn't react, and the eyes certainly don't.

"Strengthen a little. "Flower pole heavenly way.

"Okay. Li Weiqiu didn't seem to make any moves, but the real air flow he injected into Song Jintong's head suddenly accelerated the flow speed.

The speed is getting faster and faster, and sometimes, it can even bring up the blood in the capillaries on the cerebral plasma, retrograde.

Li Weiqiu maintained this level and no longer accelerated his speed. He knew that if it was any faster, it would cause irreparable damage to Song Jintong's brain.

If the speed of blood flow is too fast, let alone retrograde, it is not possible to go forward, and the originally calm river will inevitably speed up, and the embankment will inevitably be washed away. In Song Jintong's head, blood and blood vessels are rivers, and embankments are his brains.

Hua Jitian also knew that this true air rotation speed was already the limit, and it couldn't be faster.

Now although Song Jintong is a fool, his head does not seem to have any lesions and foreign bodies, and there is always the possibility of repair, but if he is crushed by the blood brought by the true qi, it will be completely useless.

Even at this level, if it were an ordinary person, it would have been painful to die and live a long time ago. But Song Jintong's body is still like a statue, and his eyes still have no reaction, not to mention his eyes, and even his eyelashes haven't moved.

"Take two needles. Li Weiqiu said to Song Zhixin's wife.

Song Zhixin's wife didn't know what was going on, so she brought two steel needles that she usually used to sew buttons on clothes, both of which were more than an inch long and bright.

Insert Jintong's middle finger. Li Weiqiu commanded.

"Ahh I don't want to. Don't toss my son, okay?" Song Zhixin's wife almost collapsed to the ground, crying bitterly.

She regretted it so much, she regretted not stopping them from tossing her son at the beginning, and she regretted that she didn't ask just now, so she listened to Li Weiqiu's words and took the steel needle.

"I'll come. Song Zhixin snatched the sewing needle from his wife's hand.

"Old Song, I beg you, don't. Song Zhixin's wife cried loudly.

"Lao Li won't cheat us. Song Zhixin's tears also swirled.

If his son Song Jintong is a normal adult, in order to treat the disease, let alone insert a steel needle, it is directly cut off, although the old couple is sad, they are not so sad.

However, Song Jintong is now a poor stupid child. How can you not be distressed to death.

Song Zhixin couldn't hold back his sadness, picked up his son's withered left hand, and inserted the needle into his middle finger. For mobile phone users, please browse M. Reading for a better reading experience.