It stands to reason that Lin Wufeng's words should cause a certain amount of psychological pressure on the patient, and the person who heard the words should be sad, but the dragon lord did not feel a little sad after hearing it. This Nima is a weirdo!

The dragon lord laughed, the beard on his chin shaking to the sound of his laughter. Because of his illness, he couldn't move his legs and arms, and his facial expressions were not very rich. However, he was able to smile with an arrogant gesture that looked at the world.

"Why don't you dare? I've never been afraid of anything in my life. Since you say so, why not let you try? What is your name? The Dragon Lord looked at Lin Wufeng and asked.

Ye Kexin, who was standing next to her, pursed her lips, and her father-in-law rarely took the initiative to ask for other people's names. When he asks for someone's name, it proves that this person is what he values. Long Jiu had been standing there playing with the knife in his hand, without any expression on his face, but the trajectory of the dagger in his hand had changed slightly.

"Lin Wufeng." Lin Wufeng replied.

"Good. Lin Wufeng. From today onwards, it is up to you to heal me. The dragon lord said seriously. Previously, I only believed that I could do miracles to my subordinates. Now, I want to be a bystander and witness the miracles of others. ”

There was some encouragement in the words of the dragon lord. Let Lin Wufeng let go and don't have any psychological pressure.

"Don't worry. Won't let you down. It will only be better, not worse. Lin Wufeng said with a smile.

Anyway, your body is already like this, even if I can't cure you, I can delay your condition. You don't have anything to lose, do you?

"When will the treatment begin?" The Dragon Lord asked.

"Anytime!"

Lin Wufeng also followed Long Jiu's example, and with a wave of his big hand, he didn't know when a quaint needle box appeared in his hand.

Lin Wufeng's hand made Ye Kexin on the side open his pink little mouth wide. Isn't this Sister Bingbing's stunt? Why would this kid too?

And Long Jiu, who was leaning on it, also seemed to notice this, and there were more doubts in his originally confused heart.

The dragon lord naturally saw Lin Wufeng's hand, but he didn't say much. Wonderful is wonderful, but in the eyes of the dragon lord, this is just a pediatric. It's like if you see a Tyrannosaurus rex, do you still think that elephants are behemoths?

"Have you ever been injured before?" Lin Wufeng asked.

After listening to Lin Wufeng's words, the Dragon Lord laughed wildly. said: "A lifetime of battles, thousands of battles big and small. How could it be that there was no injury? ”

Lin Wufeng had already guessed that such a person would definitely be injured, so he just asked casually.

"Can I see your wounds?" Lin Wufeng asked.

"Why not? Scars are a military medal of honor. It's worth a lot more than that bullshit medal awarded by the state. However, you have to do it yourself. The Dragon Lord said with a laugh.

Lin Wufeng smiled and nodded, lifting the hem of the Dragon Lord's clothes.

Then, he couldn't help but gasp.

The dragon lord's body gave Lin Wufeng the feeling that he would take a piece of complete paper and spread it on the table, and then take a kitchen knife and chop dozens of knives on it—it was really strange that he was still alive until now.

When Lin Wufeng checked the pulse of the dragon lord, he knew that this guy was a real master, and his cultivation might have reached the late stage of transforming into a god. It's just that he is now tormented by illness, so there are only five or six of his cultivation left. Lin Wufeng guessed that it was probably the rest of the cultivation that supported him to live.

The tendons and veins in the dragon's main body are the same as Lin Wufeng's, and now they are also blocked by the disease. But the Dragon Lord and Lin Wufeng are not the same, after all, the Dragon Lord's cultivation is too domineering, so he has survived until now. But Lin Wufeng was different, as soon as his cultivation entered the stage of transforming into a god, he was beaten back to his original form.

The best way to treat the Dragon Lord is "Nirvana Rebirth", which can not only restore the Dragon Ball's cultivation, but also allow him to go further, and maybe break through the God Transformation Period and reach the Void Restoration Period that has not appeared for thousands of years!

But the current Lin Wufeng can't perform "Nirvana Rebirth" at all, not to mention that he has no cultivation, even if his skills are fully recovered, he can't use it. Otherwise, he would have gone back to the Waterfall Cave Heaven to rescue Luo Ning.

After thinking about it carefully, the only thing Lin Wufeng can use now is the "Reincarnation Divine Needle". This made Lin Wufeng very aggrieved, he obviously had the ability to do it, but he couldn't show it for various reasons, what a shame he was!

"Go get me some disinfectant alcohol." Lin Wufeng turned around and said to Long Jiu, who was leaning against the corner.

"You-" Long Jiu almost threw another knife at him. How dare this man arouse himself?

But wanting to rebel against her father's body, she still held back her anger and did not attack. just stared at Lin Wufeng coldly, and then turned around and opened Long Jiukai. When he passed by Lin Wufeng, he raised the dagger in his hand at Lin Wufeng. Because it was facing away from the Dragon Lord, the Dragon Lord didn't see Long Jiu's small movements at all, but it scared Lin Wufeng.

Soon, Long Jiu brought a bottle of disinfectant alcohol, and stuffed it into Lin Wufeng's hand without saying anything, the force was quite strong, so that Lin Wufeng almost didn't hold it and shattered it to the ground when he took it.

Lin Wufeng clearly saw the banter in the corner of Long Jiu's eyes, it was a naked mockery!

So Lin Wufeng said very unceremoniously: "Go and help me get a basin of hot water again." ”

This time, Long Jiu finally got angry, not only pulled out the knife, but also spoke, it was really not easy.

"Boy, do you want to die? Why didn't you just finish it all at once? ”

"I forgot just now."

"You're revenge."

"You can think so." Lin Wufeng said. I hate women playing with knives the most. I hate it even more when women take a knife and slash around their necks. It made him feel very insecure.

"You-"

"Don't you want to cure your father-in-law?" Lin Wufeng turned his face to look at her and asked.

This sentence blocked Long Jiu, who originally wanted to say something, to death. I saw Long Jiu take a deep breath and say coldly, "What else is there besides warm water?" ”

"Not yet." Seeing that Long Jiu was finally deflated, Lin Wufeng's heart was extremely happy.

The dragon lord on the side watched the two little guys fight, and he was also happy. In the past, when everyone saw themselves, they were respectful and submissive, where could these two little guys be so relaxed and happy?

Soon, Long Jiu brought a basin of warm water.

After Lin Wufeng used alcohol to detoxify the silver needle, he then rolled up the dragon lord's sleeve and pricked a needle at the joint of his arm, asking, "Do you feel it?" ”

"Nope." , said the dragon lord.

Lin Wufeng nodded, pulled out the silver needle, plunged into the same position just now, and asked, "Do you feel it this time?" ”

"Nope." The dragon lord said.

Lin Wufeng's face was expressionless, so that people couldn't see his joy and anger at all. Long Jiu kept staring at Lin Wufeng's face, trying to guess from his face whether his stepfather could be cured. As a result, nothing can be seen.

Lin Wufeng pulled out the silver needle again, disinfected it with alcohol, pinched the needle with two fingers, aimed it at another acupuncture point, and pierced the silver needle a little bit with the "Tianxuan style".

"Do you feel it?" Lin Wufeng asked.

The dragon lord carefully experienced it for a while, and said with a smile: "My hand is already useless. You don't have to work hard. ”

"And now." Lin Wufeng spun around again and asked.

"No—huh." Suddenly, the dragon lord exclaimed in surprise. "It seems a little different."

"There's an air conditioner. It's icy. Where you stuck the needle. The dragon lord said.

In general, when muscles are atrophied, nerve sensation is dulled or completely lost. You can't feel the force or pain of the outside world.

"Prove that the muscles are just in suspended animation." Lin Wufeng smiled and nodded. "I'm more confident that the treatment will be successful."

Lin Wufeng pulled out the needle again, this time at the knee of his calf, and asked, "Do you feel it?" ”

"Yes. It's also a bit cold at the place where the needle is pricked. The dragon lord said.

"Twenty percent sure."

In the third needle, Lin Wufeng pierced the dragon lord's waist to the ground acupoint.

"Do you feel it?" Lin Wufeng asked.

This time, the Dragon Lord shook his head.

Lin Wufeng rotated the needle again, and the silver needle stretched out to the skin and flesh again. "Do you feel it?"

"Nope."

Lin Wufeng rotated the needle twice in a row, and almost all of the silver needles reached into the dragon lord's body. Lin Wufeng asked, "Do you feel it?" ”

"Still not." The dragon lord experienced it carefully for a while. Shaking his head, he said.

"Is there any injury to this area?" Lin Wufeng asked.

"yes. Wounded by the Oriental Thousand Days Killing. The dragon lord remembered the past, and his face was violent.

The eyes are like copper bells, and the long hair is flying. As if he was a hedgehog in a state of battle and self-preservation, the thorns on his body were cocked one by one.

There was a murderous look in his eyes, and his whole eyes were filled with bloodthirsty red.

"Father-in-law. Don't get excited. Wait until you're cured. I can still seek revenge on him. Ye Kexin, who had been squatting next to the dragon lord's knee, hurriedly grabbed the dragon lord's arm and comforted. Besides, you also cut off one of his arms. The next time we meet, he's certainly not your match. ”

The content of what the father and daughter said was bloody, and Lin Wufeng didn't feel weird at all when he heard it. Instead, it feels like a matter of course.

Such a person should say such a thing.

"You're poisoned." Lin Wufeng said. "His knife was smeared with chronic poison. It's not obvious, it's not visible on the surface, but if you ignore the past, it can corrode the tissues and nerves of your wound little by little. Nerve damage, which naturally leads to muscle atrophy. ”

"Damn. Those Oriental monkeys are despicable. Ye Kexin scolded. Is there any way to fix that? ”

"Yes and no!" Lin Wufeng nodded at first, then shook his head.