"I heard that this ink jue is a rare jade in the world. It is said that the ancestors of the Ye clan passed through the extremely cold land of Western Xia a hundred years ago, and only by chance did they get a piece of jade that was extremely cold to steel. This jade is human, spiritual, and evil...... "The doctor has words."

Ye Mushen didn't believe in these evil doorways, "Doctor, you can't heal Brother Jing, and there's no need to put the blame on this dagger, right?" ”

"The old man's medical skills are indeed not good, but people's lives are at stake, and the old man will not deceive the master of the night hall."

"Then you say, why can't Brother Jing wake up?" Ye Mushen's dark eyes were fixed on the black jade dagger.

Such a black jade ...... He seems to have seen it somewhere.

"His Royal Highness Jing's wound was not fatal, but he seemed to be overly depressed, and he ......" Speaking of this, the doctor glanced at Zhou Yinchen hesitantly.

"He is a relative and friend of His Royal Highness Jing, but it doesn't hurt to say it." Ye Mushen said softly.

Zhou Yinchen snorted, "In the next Zhou Bingyan." ”

The doctor replied with a salute, and said in a deep voice-

"His Royal Highness Jing is good by nature and weak in endowment;

"A few years ago, it seemed to have been invaded by extreme cold, which consumed righteousness;

"Not long ago, I abused aphrodisiac drugs, and my feelings were too much, and my organs were damaged;

In addition, he has been depressed recently, and even lacks qi and blood.

"And this dagger 'Falling Night' has tired the anger of many emperors of the dynasties, and I like His Royal Highness Jing the most with his weak physique......

"I'm just a doctor, and I only know a thing or two about the method of luck.

"His Royal Highness Jing's current situation, perhaps only Lord Liu Sheng, the Qin Heavenly Eunuch, can ......."

Hearing the word "Liu Sheng", Ye Mushen's head buzzed.

Ye Mushen drove away the doctor, and at the end of the year, he angrily scolded a few words of "quack".

"Isn't it just a dagger made of unusual material? God babbling, it's really ......" Ye Mushen stabbed the dagger on the table with his backhand.

"What the doctor said is not necessarily nonsense." Zhou Yinchen gritted his teeth and pulled out the dagger.

"Qin Tianjian's old god stick has moved out, isn't it a joke?"

Ye Mushen didn't have a good impression of every Qin Tianjian in the past dynasties, and he had a preconceived dislike for the current Yanagi Lord, who had a complicated background.

Zhou Yinchen didn't say anything anymore, only used the dagger to cut a hole in his palm, and let the blood drip into the cup full of tea.

The bright red blood droplets turned black and purple in a blink of an eye, and settled into the bottom.

After a while, the little blood on the dagger disappeared as if it had been swallowed by Moyu.

Ye Mu saw this, pondered for a moment, took the dagger and drew it in his palm.

The bright red blood droplets did not change color, and after sinking leisurely at the bottom of the cup, the original turbid piece gradually faded its black and purple color, and reappeared pure blood red.

Zhou Yinchen sighed lightly, "The Ye Clan is a vein of Tianyou. ”

Ye Mushen didn't understand, and he didn't believe it, "God bless a ghost." ”

If God blesses, today's Central Plains should be a different scene, and the people on the bed should also be different.

— and not suffering from these vain sufferings.

Zhou Yinchen thought about it, maybe that Qin Tianjian really had a way.

It's a pity that his official position is weak, and Liu Shengming is probably reluctant to meet him.

"My father's case must have wronged you," Zhou Yinchen said in a brotherly tone, "At that time, Lord Yanagi made an unfair confession and made you wronged...... But for the sake of Ah Jing, I still ask you to ......"

"Master, I don't understand, just a god stick who watches the stars and knocks on the turtle pieces, why do you all have to be a Buddha to offer?"