"Good boy, this Ecstasy Gu worm is a good tonic, it's delicious, don't waste it, haha!" Yu Pingnian laughed and quickly withdrew the three small purple needles. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info In the next second, a triangular red light quickly disappeared into the toad's mouth. Seeing this, Yu Pingnian opened the bronze tripod with a smile, and the colorful toad jumped back obediently.

As the red glow fades, the black "mud" no longer gushes out. Yu Pingnian slowly pulled out the silver needles on the acupuncture points one by one. After doing all this, Yu Pingnian was a little tired and gasped slightly. He sat down, slowly picked up the warm teacup, and took a sip of the bitter tea.

The door creaked open, and the well-trained servant walked in, slightly facing Yu Pingnian, and then they were busy with their own work. After a while, the boy returned to his original sleeping appearance.

Such a scene has been repeated for almost half a month. In the past half a month, in addition to treating the young man's internal and external injuries, what Yu Pingnian has done the most is to repeat the above-mentioned Gu pulling process. The reason why the Ecstasy Gu is called the number one strange Gu in the world is that in addition to its strange effect of controlling people's hearts, the difficulty of the removal process is also rare in the world. If it weren't for Yu Pingnian who happened to get this Gu poisonous colorful toad, the young man would have been controlled by the Gu worm and became delirious.

Rao is so, Yu Pingnian is still worried about the future of the teenager. He applies needles and inducing Gu every day, which only treats the symptoms but not the root cause. As long as the mother Gu of the heart is not eliminated for a day, the person who has been planted with the child Gu will be tortured every day.

"It seems that the person you offended wants you to live rather than die!" Yu Pingnian glanced at the sleeping young man with his eyes closed, sighed and left with the medicine box.

The sun shines on the white flowers and the people are drowsy. If you're at home, it's time to drink a bowl of chilled sour plum soup in front of the water pavilion. The cool breeze on the lake will bring the bitter taste of the grass and trees. After drinking the sour plum soup, Xue'er is bound to pester him in the lotus pond for a while and fold a few fresh and pink flowers by the way. Thinking of his delicate sister, Ying Zhao's eyes couldn't help but float with a warm smile. But the smile was fleeting.

A dirty foot with the smell of sweat kicked over.

"Young Master Baby, your mind is really different from ordinary people. It's about to hit the road, and you can still laugh......" The executioner with a meaty face mocked the embarrassed people around him. Who would have thought? A while ago, he was a noble son who moved the world, and in the blink of an eye, he was already a prisoner who was about to die. Rao is an executioner who has not read for a few days, and he suddenly sighed about the impermanence of fate. But sighing and sighing, the executioner's feet and mouth were not very polite. Such a luxurious person, on weekdays, the executioner must nod his head when he sees it, and he doesn't even dare to breathe. They are gods in the clouds, who can decide the life and death of an ant-like figure in an executioner at the touch of a finger. But this time was different, the god who was sitting upright on the clouds fell and was about to die in his own hands. At this sudden comparison, the executioner, who was still alive, couldn't help but feel a burst of vicious pleasure. Driven by this pleasure, he didn't mind asking for a few verbal bargains.

Ying Zhao raised his head and glanced at his executioner with that indifferent look. Although it was a feather-like glance, the executioner suddenly felt a chill in his heart, he swallowed his saliva, and said no more.

The crowd was bustling, and the southern city was surrounded by water. Most of the people are here to join in the fun. Many people do not understand what the prisoner is about to be executed for. However, in people's dim consciousness, since this person can go to the execution ground, he must have committed a crime. The saint is wise, and the person who is betting on the field is said to be very unusual.

How is it unusual? A man in a short coat asked curiously the neat little guy who was whispering next to him. The little guy was wearing a clean blue narrow-sleeved shirt, and he looked white and clean, like an errand with a head and face.

"You know the baby's house, right? This is the ...... of the infant son" After the little girl looked around, the voice was clear and clear.

"What?" The people around gasped when they heard this, and some people even couldn't help but exclaim: "Characters like baby boys ......"

"What a fuss." The little guy glanced at the person who spoke disdainfully, and saw that the people around him were looking at him with blank eyes, and the little guy couldn't help but get proud, straightened his chest and said in a pretending old tone.

"I don't know if the little brother knows, what happened to this baby?" Someone came up and asked the little guy flatteringly.

"Hey, since you can get here, it's naturally a crime." The little guy held his head high and replied ambiguously.

Seeing that the little guy was going to talk about it, the person who asked retreated, and just stretched his neck and stared out of the crowd. But where can you see it? I only dimly saw a kneeling shadow.

A pink girl in coarse cloth clothes bit her lip and looked at the kneeling person on the execution ground, looking very nervous, if you look closely, you can see a thin layer of water in the girl's clear eyes. Beside the girl, a widow with a black gauze hat was crowded. The reason why she is said to be a widow is because she wears that wide black dress without ornamentation. According to the custom of Daxie, if a childless woman loses her husband, she is not allowed to wear colorful and beautiful clothes, but can only wear black clothes without ornaments. Over time, the unadorned black garment became synonymous with widowhood. Therefore, when people saw a woman's black clothes, they automatically distanced themselves from her, so as not to be tainted with bad luck. In this way, widows and girls were easily pushed to the front.

Ying Zhao seemed to feel something, and looked in the direction of the widow in black. But the sun was shining brightly, and the sun was dizzy, and he saw nothing but a vague shadow.

It's okay not to come. After saying this in his heart, Ying Zhao laughed at himself lightly. What are you hoping for? See the last one? Let her watch herself being cut in half?

In the midst of this clamor and noise, the sun moved up inch by inch. In a short time, the disc-like light came to the top of the man's head, spitting out a tongue of fire. The time for the execution is approaching.

In the huge infant mansion, there was no one to see him off. Thinking of this, the prison officer sitting under the shady execution platform couldn't help but sigh. With that sigh, the vermilion token flew straight into the daylight.

"Slash!"

"Slash!"

"Slash!"

Hearing this chopping sound, a blood-red explosion exploded in the young girl's mind. Her eyes widened in horror, and she subconsciously took a few steps back, falling straight into a trembling warm chest. Huge tears rolled down from the terrified eyes.

"Good boy, don't be afraid, my aunt will take you away." The hoarse widow picked up the girl and gently coaxed her. The girl did not speak, and let the widow next to her hold her and quietly withdrew from the crowd watching the excitement.