"The old man knows, you little doll must be scolding Ping'er's doll in the bottom of your heart, right? Zamo got to know such unobtrusive people. However, scold, scold, it doesn't matter, we old guys have been scolded for a lifetime, and we don't care about adding one more scolder. However, doll, don't blame the old man for not reminding you, it's not a way to sulk here all the time, you are here, you can still continue to practice your set of internal skills, maybe, practice and practice, the silk on your feet can be automatically untied at once? When the time comes, you have to leave, and the old man will never stop you. ”

And such a good thing? Xiao Yu suddenly felt that those courages that had almost leaked were instantly resurrected with full blood at this moment.

He has always had to save himself, and he can't rely on the immortal emperor of anything.

Uh-huh, that's just the truth in this sentence.

Damn, a dead old man who is out of tune, the day your aunt and grandmother complete their magical skills, it will be the time when you are disgraced.

At that time, this girl will definitely stand in front of you with her waist crossed, greet the ancestors of your family who lack virtue, and ask them: What are you busy doing for so long in your life? The time is all used to play mahjong?! Zao will not do this to his children for the rest of his life, and condone and tolerate such an unobtrusive old man!

After thinking about it hatefully, Xiao Yu simply closed his eyes, sat in the dark corner, and began to practice silently.

It's just that the feet that are bound by those heavenly silks are always stiff and resting in one place, and after a long time, they look sore, numb and painful.

Xiao Yu felt that he really couldn't bear it anymore.

"Hey, old man, these feet are always so tightly tied, I can't practice anymore!"

Xiao Yu shouted unceremoniously.

"Isn't it just that the blood is blocked? You can try a handstand against the wall! The mountain snow replied slowly.

This can also be done? piece

Xiao Yu scolded again in his heart. It's just that the bound feet are indeed very painful, very painful, Xiao Yu can only bend over, bow his head, support the ground, and shake his feet as he said.

Not to mention, the method taught by the mountain snow does have a certain effect.

After the handstand, the blood that had been blocked in the lower limbs finally began to flow back slowly, and the sore feet also decreased a lot, and the important thing is that in this way, it seems less uncomfortable.

As soon as the slight swelling on the feet disappeared, the silk silks that were so sleepy seemed to loosen a little, and I felt that the stinging pain on the feet was no longer like the sharp knife cutting bones before.

Xiao Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

Well, the method taught by this old man in the mountains and snow seems to be not completely unreasonable.

Just a little bit easier, Xiao Yu felt that his thin arm shook slightly, as if he couldn't support all his weight.

Then, due to overexertion, Xiao Yu felt that his wrist inevitably began to sting.

Will this pain still go away from the other?

In this dark corner, there is no light, no light, no relatives, no friends, the only living thing, just a white-haired old man who is difficult to distinguish between friend and foe, and only knows how to act recklessly.

In other words, she couldn't find any help from others here.

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