Chapter 34 Healing Poison

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The obscene-looking head, with a violent and ferocious head, fell on the cobblestones of the mountain stream under the blood spurting down. The headless corpse, covered in trauma, still shaking and twitching.

"Qianqian!" Lei Qing hurriedly pressed the injuries on her body, and hurriedly picked up Zuo Qianqian to check the injuries on her back. After reading it, I was slightly relieved. Although that Situ Nan was powerful, he broke out and hurt people at the last moment, and he had actually reached the end of the crossbow. This slap seems to be powerful, but it is no longer too lethal. After all, Situ Nan, who was so desperate that he had even been hit by a thousand crossbows in his throat and chest, could really still play the power of a saint-level powerhouse, which was strange.

Zuo Qianqian was lucky that her back bones were not broken, but she was shocked and suffered some internal injuries and was beaten to the ground.

"Whew. After Lei Qing sniffed her, his tense mind finally relaxed completely. took off his wolf skin jacket, found a flatter and dry place nearby, and lay on it with Zuo Qianqian in his arms. After all, it's just syncope, take a rest, and under the repair of your own body functions, you will wake up slowly.

At this moment, after slapping a palm, Leng Yue Wu, who directly pounced on the fainting past, moaned loudly. Lei Qing hurriedly took his space ring from Zuo Qianqian's finger, took out the white tiger skin and spread it on the ground, and then went up and hugged Leng Yuewu who was on the pile of rocks.

Before she fought with Situ Nan, Lei Qing also saw it very clearly on the side. There should be no injuries, but he was shot by two vicious needles, plus a silver medicine called Seven Emotions and Joy. However, for these two toxins, Lei Qing did not dare to underestimate them. How could it be so easy to let the thief saint, who was a saint-level assassin, use it as a hole card to deal with the poison of the Cold Moon Dance, which was stronger than him?

Lei Qing relied on her memory to untie her white clothes, revealing her fragrant shoulders. The skin that was as clear as snow and the appearance of the surname made the injured Lei Qing can't help but salivate for it. But further down, where he was about to go uphill slightly, a touch of black was shocking, and then his heart was uh ** gone.

If you look closely, you can vaguely see that there is a bull mango needle on both sides, and there is almost no needle entering, leaving only a thin needle tail. For this kind of poisonous needle, Lei Qing did not dare to be careless at all. First of all, he brought Qianqian's space ring, stimulated the space formation, and turned out some herbs, knives, candles, and the like from it.

It took a lot of effort for Lei Qing to carefully take out the two poisonous needles and hide them in animal skins. Although the venom on these two poison needles has been almost consumed, it is still good if it is used to deal with some low-level demon beasts or enemies.

But then, Lei Qing was a little embarrassed. Although the Lei family has always cultivated the children of the family to the military, first aid is also one of the subjects that the family must learn. But this subject, Lei Qing has always learned averagely. With the escape of life, there is some growth. But as for how to deal with the poison wound, I have a big head, and I vaguely remember that the poisonous blood must be released.

I hit some clean and clear mountain streams, baked a baking knife, and cut a cross star in the thickest black part of the needle. Black blood gushed out and was hurriedly wiped away. Fortunately, Cold Moon Dance was worthy of being a Saint-level powerhouse, even in a coma, the remaining cold ice fighting qi in his body was still struggling to resist the invasion of the poisonous juice on his whole body, and controlled it within the nearby range.

But the poisonous blood flowed for a while and then stopped. In desperation, Lei Qing had to start pushing her skin and squeezing out the poisonous blood. After the cycle, the poisonous juice has been removed from the ten**. But the remnants of black can't be pushed.

Lei Qing thought of a way to absorb snake venom again, and estimated that there seemed to be no wound in his mouth. He leaned down directly, put his mouth on the wound, and sucked gently.

At this time, Lei Qing didn't have any evil thoughts in his heart, after all, it was to help her expel drugs and treat. But Lei Qing never imagined that the jade man under his body had actually woken up when he was helping to check the wound.

Knowing that Lei Qing was treated with good intentions, he would not treat his kindness as a donkey's liver and lungs, and do stupid things like pushing him away. Just to avoid embarrassment on both sides, she could only pretend not to know and continue to pretend to be unconscious. In fact, at this time, her delicate body has already become soft and weak because of the dispersion of seven emotions, and she can't push it even if she wants to.

Who knows, he was healing and began to help her massage and heal the poison. But Leng Yuewu was conscious, knowing that Lei Qing probably didn't have any sincere intentions to eat tofu. But knowing that the position of this needle is already on the uphill slope of the valley, if he wants to push out the poisonous blood, he needs to expand to the periphery. This expansion has covered a small semi-slope.

Leng Yue Wu grew up in the Moon Han Palace, one of the holy places of Douqi, since he was a child, and he was intoxicated with cultivation, and later practiced the Moon Han Divine Skill in the palace, which itself has a strong restraint on the seven emotions and six desires. He is cold and does not like to communicate with people. This also made her more famous when she was nicknamed the Ice Fairy. And when she became a saint and became famous all over the world, she was given the name of the Ice Sword Saint.

The so-called cold ice does not only refer to the cold ice fighting qi she cultivates, but also refers to her surname and way of behaving.

Leng Yuewu thinks that he is also Bing Qingyujie until now, he loves his reputation very much, and he is also cold to all kinds of outstanding men who pursue him, and he rejects people thousands of miles away. In this life, he has never pretended to be a man of any kind. It can even be said to the extreme that so far, she has not even been touched by a man.

Perhaps, it's because of the Cold Moon Dance. On the contrary, many suitors flocked to her, madly pursuing her as the goddess of ice, high up in the sky and not blasphemous.

But today, she not only touched Lei Qing, but also touched it so thoroughly. This is going to get out, and I'm afraid it will make the fanatical fans of the Ice Sword Master fall into a state of hysteria. Lei Qing is waiting for countless masters to chase and kill endlessly.

For the Cold Moon Dance, struggling to resist the Seven Emotions and Harmony is already a very test of willpower. It is also thanks to her cultivation of the Moon Cold Divine Skill, and she is born with a strong suppression of the seven emotions and six desires. Otherwise, even if it was replaced by other saint-level women, she would have already fallen into the same way as Situ Nan indestructively depicted, in estrus and waves, and pounced on it to beg for favor.

Just because she can control it for the time being doesn't mean she's completely unaffected. Although she is a saint, she is still a woman at heart. Under Situ Nan's carefully configured silver poison, the ** in her heart was already being stirred up bit by bit, plus Lei Qing's massage in her sensitive place just now to expel the poison. A hint of pleasure and anticipation, even an endless craving. The willpower that had already made her firm was on the verge of collapse.

But that's not all. At the last moment, when Lei Qing used his mouth to suck the residual poisonous juice. That kind of extremely sensitive stimulation, like a raging wave, impacted the willpower that Cold Moon Dance had built up so hard. The continuous feeling of stimulation, wave after wave, spurred her endlessly.

Just as Lei Qing sucked out the last mouthful of poisonous juice, and the blood turned black and red, he breathed a sigh of relief. The Cold Moon Dance, which was very determined, collapsed under the pleasure of burning flames.

"Huh~" This cold moon dance, which was regarded as a goddess by countless outstanding men, let out a cheerful and tactful moan from the depths of his throat.

Lei Qing was taken aback, could it be that this Leng Yue Dance had been awake just now? Although what he did to her was for the purpose of healing, God knows if the female sword saint who had lost her mind would listen to her own explanation?

However, he didn't need to explain anymore. Leng Yuewu's pair of lotus arms had already hugged him heavily, pressed down, and prostrate on top of her delicate body.

Moreover, Leng Yuewu's ** in this life has always been suppressed and has never been released. Many things, often the more suppressed, if they get out of control, the more violent they will be, such as a flash flood, out of control.

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