Yan Luo Pavilion will never keep useless people, if it weren't for Yan Meisheng really having two brushes, how could she have a day when she was eating and drinking well? !

Yan Meisheng swallowed her saliva in disdain, and said with a dry smile, "Of course, of course, you have something to do in the pavilion, and I'm not dead, right!" ”

"Count you as acquaintances, come with us."

The left protector gave the right protector a look and then turned to leave.

Yan Meisheng behind him showed a successful thief smile, casually put down the food plate in his hand, and actually kept talking with the food plate, almost forgetting it! Farts to keep up with the left and right protectors.

The left and right protectors took Yan Meisheng through a verdant bamboo forest and came to the bottom of the water stream.

Leng Qianjue was facing away from them, and his upper body* was soaking in the pool water flowing down the waterfall of the water stream.

Only then did Yan Meisheng see this water stream clearly, the mist was swirling, and there was a faint fragrance, ethereal and hazy, but there was a feeling of being in a fairyland.

Leng Qianjue soaked in the pool, and it could be seen at a glance that the water in the pool was warm, and the hazy mist floated on the pool and could not be focused.

The slightest strange fragrance wafted into the tip of Yan Meisheng's nose, Yan Meisheng couldn't help nodding secretly, it seems that it is a medicine pool that is good for Leng Qianjue's body, Leng Qianjue really knows how to enjoy it!

Sensing that someone was coming behind him, Leng Qianjue turned around leisurely, and at that moment, Yan Meisheng seemed to have lost his soul, and his face in the mist was reflected in his pupils.

The wet ink hair was slightly messy and scattered on his chest, the upper body of the * revealed a strong chest, and the white skin crawled with faded scars, but it did not affect his beauty at all.

On the delicate collarbone bloomed a poppy flower with incomparable liquid, adding a hint of evil temptation, his face was so beautiful that people couldn't help but want to take care of him desperately.

Some people are born with deadly temptation and danger, like the blooming poppy.

"What?" Leng Qianjue's cold voice without a trace of emotion crossed Yan Meisheng's heart.

Yan Meisheng couldn't help but gasp heavily, she almost forgot to breathe, I don't know the impact of the fog here? Still suffocated by his own breath, Yan Meisheng's cheeks were red, and he could even hear his violent heartbeat.

"Pavilion master, she said that she wanted to see the pavilion master's body and then dispense medicine." The left and right protectors both lowered their heads, so they didn't notice Yan Meisheng's expression of lost soul.

"Huh? Really? Leng Qianjue seemed to ask casually, looking at Yan Meisheng with emotionless and warm eyes, Leng Qianjue seemed to be unable to warm his coldness even if he was in the pool with temperature!

And Leng Qianjue's glance made Yan Meisheng hurriedly look away, not daring to touch his gaze.

"Come here." The voice without warmth carried an order that could not be refused.

Yan Meisheng's originally smart eyes were full of astonishment, more stunned, and she saw the person in the pool stretching out his hand to her.

Yan Meisheng seemed to have a voice resisting in her heart, shouting to stop her: Don't go over! Don't go over!

But his feet walked towards him uncontrollably, Yan Meisheng could feel it, and her heartbeat was in her throat!

When the warm pool water soaked Yan Meisheng's dress, perhaps the pool water irritated the skin, the stunned eyes slowly came back to his senses, in the misty pool, he was close in front of him, too beautiful, unreal beauty, like a bubble, it will burst when touched.

"I ......" Yan Meisheng suddenly felt a sense of panic, her hands and feet didn't know whether to advance or retreat? ! The eyes don't know where to look?!

Yan Meisheng weakly retreated in her heart, she didn't expect that she would be like this, she didn't forget that the man in front of her was the Lord of Yama Pavilion, a thousand-faced rakshasa, a cold thousand uniques, not a character she could afford to provoke, she must have a muddy brain, so she wanted to come and see!

In my heart, I told myself over and over again, go back..... Go back...... Yan Meisheng, you can't be stupid!

Reason returned to his mind little by little, Yan Meisheng gritted his teeth, and stepped back, he had to tell himself that he couldn't get close to this seemingly beautiful man, you just had to 'cure the symptoms' of his body, and then find a way to leave Yama Pavilion is the most important thing!

Don't forget that your life is in the hands of this man..... Yan Meisheng took two steps back, constantly vigilant against herself.

Caught off guard, a force in his waist brought Yan Meisheng into the center of the pool, everything happened too suddenly, and Yan Meisheng didn't have time to react......

When Yan Meisheng came back to his senses again, a magnified face in front of him, the beauty on his face was replaced by an evil smile, but it seemed even more tempting.

Yan Meisheng's newly calmed reason was lost again in that smile, and he looked at his face blankly and didn't know how to blink.....

"Aren't you going to dispense medicine for this seat?" Leng Qianjue's cold voice revealed a hint of playfulness, the playful banter in his eyes was so obvious, and there was even a trace of disdain, disdain for Yan Meisheng's loss of soul towards him, but Yan Meisheng was stupid and didn't see it!

The left and right protectors on the shore of the pool were also shocked, and there had never been a woman so close to the pavilion master! And..... And it was the pavilion master who brought her closer with his own hands!

If you don't know the cold-blooded and ruthless nature of the pavilion master, I'm afraid that the left and right protectors can't help but reverie.

"How do you want to show Monza your body?" Leng Qianjue's playful words of interest echoed in Yan Meisheng's ears.

Yan Meisheng reacted again, the disdain and banter in his eyes deeply stung Yan Meisheng's eyes for a moment, and she couldn't help but feel a pain in her heart, she didn't like his eyes like that, and she didn't like him to look at herself with that kind of eyes.

There was an inexplicable melancholy and loss in her heart, Yan Meisheng took a deep breath, looked away quietly, and didn't look at him, she has always teased others, when can she be teased! Yan Mei thought so wrongly, but she was a little self-deceiving.....

"Yes, I'm here to show you your body, only if you're okay when you're old, my little life can be saved, right?" Yan Meisheng said with a smile, while reaching into his sleeve and taking out a roll of Buang, when he opened it, there were rows of silver needles inside, because he was pulled by Leng Qianjue, the dress on Yan Meisheng's body was wet, and she could faintly see a delicate and good figure, but at the moment, Yan Meisheng didn't expect so much, or she didn't even notice it!

Although she has not studied medical skills, she has studied the acupuncture points of the human body, and she has only tested poison and pricked needles on animals before, and today she wants to prick it on people, Yan Meisheng is still not sure in her heart, but the matter has come to this point, and she can't say it if she doesn't prick, and Leng Qianjue looked at her with that kind of look just now, and the corners of Yan Meisheng's mouth hooked up a little evil smile when she thought of it!

"The silver needles are wet...... But it's okay....." Yan Meisheng muttered to herself, not noticing the strange appearance of Leng Qianjue flashing in front of her.

Leng Qianjue was very close to her, Yan Meisheng only cared about lowering her head and fiddling with the silver needle, as long as she raised her head slightly, she could even touch Leng Qianjue's jaw.

The woman's faint body fragrance wafted into the tip of Leng Qianjue's nose, which not only made his eyes deepen, but also suddenly took two steps back, and pulled a certain distance from Yan Meisheng, and with his movements, the pool water rippled.

"What's wrong with you?" Leng Qianjue's sudden retreat made Yan Meisheng raise his head, but he just caught the flash of dodge in his eyes, Yan Meisheng looked at him a little strangely, "You shouldn't be afraid of needles, right?" ”

Yan Meisheng raised the silver needle in his hand as he spoke, and the wet silver needle looked cold.

Leng Qianjue pursed his lips and was silent, his brows furrowed into the word 'Chuan', Yan Meisheng saw this, and thought that he was afraid of needles, and couldn't help but be a little funny, the Lord of Yama Pavilion was actually afraid of needles?! Who believes it?!

However, in fact..... Leng Qianjue only hesitated for a moment, hesitating whether to throw her out......

How could Leng Qianjue be afraid of needles? In the misty mist, his coldness seemed to fade a lot.

"Alright! Don't worry, I'll stick the needle lightly. Yan Meisheng said as he moved his footsteps in the water, went around to Leng Qianjue's back, and muttered in his mouth, "Rakshasa is actually afraid of needles ....."

Leng Qianjue motionlessly let Yan Meisheng prick needles on his body, his face was unwavering, as if those needles were not pierced on him, as if he didn't feel the slightest pain, if Leng Qianjue knew that he was the first human experimenter to be pierced by Yan Meisheng, I don't know if he would shoot her to death?

On the back, on the head, and on the arms, there are needles pierced by Yan Meisheng, Yan Meisheng's needles are not light, and the silver needles are rooted into the meridians, which is actually very painful.

"Don't you feel pain? Aren't you afraid of needles? ”

Leng Qianjue's expressionless face surprised Yan Meisheng, wasn't he afraid of needles? And how does he seem like he doesn't hurt at all? Could it be that there is a problem with the needle yourself?

The pain of the silver needle puncture point is unbearable, not to mention the piercing of the meridians, it should be even more painful?

In fact, it hurts, but Leng Qianjue's endurance of pain is far beyond the ability of a very human being, and the beads of sweat on his forehead keep rolling down, but he doesn't even frown.

Yan Meisheng saw that the beads of sweat were constantly sliding down his cheeks, and couldn't help but reach out and wipe them gently, in exchange for Leng Qianjue's cold eyes, but Yan Meisheng didn't seem to be afraid of him anymore, and he didn't feel afraid of him in his heart.

On the contrary, Yan Meisheng suddenly wanted him to get better quickly, it was completely better, and he would no longer be tortured by such poisonous pain.

Maybe Yan Meisheng hasn't discovered that her heart for Leng Qianjue has fallen unconsciously, she feels sorry for him and wants to protect him, even if he doesn't need her protection at all, she still wants him to be better.

"You can say that it hurts! Why do you have to endure it silently..... I thought you weren't afraid of pain..... It's really a love to be strong....." The distress in Yan Meisheng's eyes was so obvious, and she unconsciously lost her heart for Leng Qian, and she fell in love with the Lord of Yama Pavilion, and the consequences were probably not something she could bear.....

However, everything is unknown, and who knows?