"This is the first time, the third uncle's hands are not ice cubes, and they have warmed themselves."

"Drink a bowl every day for a month, and you can gradually clean up the poison deposited in the bone marrow." Zi Qianmo explained.

The third uncle is weak.

She won't give him the medicine of the tiger and wolf, the medicine is too strong, but it will backfire. Therefore, she deliberately made a soothing recipe and slowly recuperated.

Freezing three feet is not a day's cold.

"Okay."

Zi Mucheng responded happily, "Where did you get this recipe for Qianmo, it's so magical." ”

A long-term illness becomes a doctor.

Zi Mucheng has been sick for seven years, and he has drunk countless medicines, and he can probably distinguish the advantages from the bad.

"The prescription given by the gods and dreams." Ziqian Mo is still the same rhetoric.

"Immortals?" Zi Mucheng was very surprised.

"Hmm." Zi Qianmo nodded, "The gods passed on my medical skills in my dreams. ”

Zi Mucheng half-opened his mouth, and it took a long time to come back to his senses, and said with a smile: "My family is a blessed person, even the gods in the sky favor you." ”

Zi Qianmo took out a row of silver needles from his sleeve and said, "Third uncle, do you believe me?" ”

She has self-confidence.

Help him to relieve the toxicity blocked in the oculomotor nerve and help him regain his sight.

She has seen that the third uncle is not irreversibly blind, and the function of the eyeball has not been lost, but it is temporarily blocked.

It's just that ordinary doctors don't dare to put needles in their eyes at all.

The nerves of the eye are directly connected to the brain.

If you are not careful, you will have cerebral palsy, and it is not impossible to even die on the spot.

"Naturally, I believe." Zi Mucheng smiled on his lips, "Whatever Qian Mo wants, just do it." ”

He was already a blind man, a wreckage with poisonous veins all over his body.

It couldn't be worse.

Instead of hesitating, it's better to give it a go. Even if it is death, if it can die in the hands of the little niece, it is worth it.

Zi Qianmo got permission and began to concentrate on the needle.

One silver needle pierced the periphery of the eyeball along the ancient acupuncture points, and one of them, along the lacrimal gland, was inserted into the oculomotor nerve connected to the brain.

She has extremely high stitching.

Precise and precise.

And there is no pain.

Zi Mucheng felt that he might be crazy, and he was stuck in the eyes with more than a dozen silver needles, and he still felt very comfortable.

"Tick-"

There was black poisonous blood, dripping along the exposed end of the silver needle.

Drop by drop, drop by drop.

Some of it, dripping on his cheeks.

That situation, from the perspective of outsiders, is very terrifying.

Lei Fang's younger brother, Lei Ben, that is, another master of the congenital stage, saw Zi Mucheng's eyes full of silver needles at the door of the bedroom, and the appearance of black blood dripping down, exploded on the spot, and rushed up angrily: "Let go of the third master!" Ziqian Mo, you scoundrel! ”

The master of the innate stage, with all his palm, mixed with infinite killing intent, attacked towards Zi Qianmo's back heart.

"Lei Ben, stop."

Zi Mucheng spoke out in time to stop her, "If you dare to touch her, I want your life!" ”

Lei Ben was taken aback.

His eyes were blood-red, and his palm wind paused in mid-air, "Third Master, you...... Are you okay? ”

The surprised gaze fell on Zi Qianmo's silver needle.

The needle application has ended, and Zi Qianmo is pulling out the silver needle from Zi Mucheng's eyes one by one, and even the poisonous blood that is clogged up is discharged.

"What, Lei Ben, you want something to happen to me?"

Zi Mucheng's voice was full of laughter.

He slowly opened his eyes.

It was no longer a pair of eyes without focus, but full of energy.