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was pricked by a needle by Xiao Lori, Yan Xing was in a trance in severe pain, and for a short time he was even unconscious, not knowing who he was or where he was.

After a while, the pain revived, his head exploded, and if someone hit the top of his head with a hammer, the pain was so painful that he wanted to die immediately to avoid suffering, and he gritted his teeth, and he didn't want to snort no matter how painful it was.

After a while, the pain of the limbs hit the senses one after another, like a saw pulling back and forth on the body to do a tug-of-war, and the flesh and blood vessels were broken one by one.

That kind of pain is a notch higher than the pain when Xiao Lori pulled out the poison with acupuncture and moxibustion before, if it was a big pain last time, it was a severe pain, last time it was a tenth-level great pain, and this time it was a special pain.

Yan Xing has never felt pain and can reach the current level, this kind of pain is probably the kind that makes people feel painful, if not, at least it is infinitely close to the truth.

His whole body convulsed in pain, and at the same time, he felt that his body was hot here, frozen there, some places seemed to be expanding and exploding, some places were shrinking, and some squares were like noodles being pulled apart and released for elasticity tests.

The taste was indescribable, tossing over and over again, he gritted his teeth, controlled himself from screaming or shouting, but he couldn't control the trembling of his body.

Yan Shuai Brother was suffering, Le Yun stood and observed, scanned the changes in his body, decisively took out the needle at the right time, pricked one or two needles every once in a while, and added more than a dozen needles to Yan Shuai, and then picked up the scalpel, the knife fell with his hand, pierced the thumb of Yan Ren's left and right hands, and the palms of his feet were close to the Yongquan acupuncture points, and he threw away the scalpel lightly, took a syringe and a glass tube bottle, and sat on Yan Shuai's side and waited for him to detoxify.

Soon, blood gushed from the place where Colonel Yan was pierced with needles and where his fingers and toes were scratched, at first it was relatively normal, it was dark red, and soon it was dark purple, oozing little by little, very viscous, very thin jelly-like, very much like fat juice.

Le Yun took a syringe to collect poisonous blood, and the toxin was forced out of Yan Shuai's body and was very turbid, not pure poison, but it could still extract useful poisonous ingredients, and it was also waste when collected.

Don't think that it is a waste of poison can be despised as a substance, in fact, the lethality is still leveraged, take the poisonous rats, ensure that only death, poison mosquitoes and cockroaches to ensure that they can be extinct, of course, if they are eaten by chickens, ducks, pigs and dogs, there is only one way to help them collect their corpses and dig pits.

Little by little, the collection is only collected to two glass tube bottles, there are toxins, not very easy to collect, Le Yun is too lazy to spend too much effort, just collect a certain amount to do research, do not ask for more, seal the bottle, and then clean and disinfect the syringe.

Yan Xing didn't know what he had changed, he just felt cold and hot for a while, his body was sweating, and his face was sticky, as if a layer of oil and mud had glued his face.

At first, his whole body was in severe pain, painful and painful, I don't know if it was painful or really not painful, he didn't feel pain himself, he only felt cold and heat alternately, like being in a polarized place, suffering from another kind of torment.

The toxins that oozed from his body slowly covered his head and face, and then seeped and stuck to the floor along his body from the place where it came into contact with the floor, slowly accumulating.

After observing for a while, Le Yun happily left him alone, turned on the smoking fan in the kitchen, turned on the air conditioner to change the air, sat on the yoga mat with a book in his arms, and only looked at it a few times every five or six minutes or ten minutes.

Colonel Yan, who was left to fend for himself, gushed poisonous blood out of the pinholes, some places were black purple, sometimes black purple, and jet black, several colors often alternated, and sometimes one or two drops of black mixed with blue-green blood would occasionally appear, dyeing his skin in color, like clay makeup painted by Africans.

The colored clay continued to thicken, as if he had helped him shape a layer of mud paste, the color on the ground slowly dripped away, and the smell in the air became stronger and more messy.

The smell was too unpleasant, and the music was about to be smoked into a stinky person, so he sighed silently, continued to read, and after a full time of three pillars of incense, he slowly put down the book and went to study Yan someone.

Colonel Yan had become unrecognizable, and there were not only toxins pouring out of the pinholes, but also some impurities accumulated by the body, which were ointments like oil stains, some were slightly yellow, some were mixed with fat, like spoiled milk, and miscellaneous things pasted a big man's human flesh into a mushy man, and it also exuded a foul smell, as if it had just been fished out of the pit.

"Humph!" Seeing the gray stick, Le Yun rolled her eyes, ran to find her mobile phone, slapped at the clay figure, took more than a dozen beautiful pictures, saved it, and hid the mobile phone back in the bedroom.

Save someone's stump sample, put on gloves, take a tissue on the palm of your hand, pull out the needles one by one, put the needles back on the paper towel, save enough to wipe them clean, and then throw them into a sterilizer bottle to soak.

Take back the gold and silver needles of a stubble and wipe them clean, seal them all in sterilized bottles, put away the medical tools, move them farther, and then use the banknotes to help Yan Shuai wipe the footboard, clean the stains on his footboard, so as not to make the floor full of gray stains when he walks, and then help him wipe his eyes, and help him wipe off the impurities on and around his eyes.

"Handsome guy, it's time to pick up the corpse again, cheat the corpse, go wash it yourself." Help the handsome guy liberate his eyes, it's done, and let the handsome guy Yan do it himself.

"Hey!" When the little Lori pulled out the needle, Yan Xing felt it, and honestly lay down as a corpse, the little Lori had no order, and he didn't dare to move, and when he heard the little Lori say that he could move, he responded excitedly, opened his mouth, almost ate a mouthful of stinky things, and closed his mouth again in a panic, not daring to squeak again.

He wanted a carp to sit up on his back, and he found that his back seemed to be glued to it, and there was a feeling of tearing, and he sat up and looked at himself, his legs, feet, arms, and chest were all mushy, and his pants couldn't recognize the color.

Seeing that he had turned into a stinky clay man who crawled out of the stinky mud, Yan Xing couldn't wait to faint directly, oh my God, this is too ugly, it stinks!

Such a stinky person, ugly to death, it's no wonder that little Lori isn't disgusting when she sees it.

In an instant, Yan Xing jumped up and stood up, didn't care about anything, ran to the bathroom with a ding-dong knock, rushed to it a few times, plunged into it, and slammed the door.

When he closed the door of the bathroom, he found that there was a dirty handprint on the door, and then looked at his hands, there was also a thick layer of glued on the palms, people were about to collapse, where did these stinky things come from?

There is something like gel on the eyelids to flow down, Yan Xing quickly turned on the shower, stood and rinsed under the head of the shower, the slimy thing has oil, very sticky, it can't be washed off with clean water, rubbed a few times, and his head is like a cream cream, he had to pick up the soap that little Lori took for laundry and hit a layer, clean his hands first, and then wash his hair, keep soaping, keep scrubbing, and rub it many times before he cleaned the dirt on his head.

I took a bath again, over and over again, five or six times, and finally washed myself from head to toe, leaned in front of the mirror, and took a look at myself, a face was as smooth as jade, the skin was very white, there was a sense of warmth, and the lips were extraordinarily ruddy.

Feel it again, the whole body has changed, even the pores are transparent, the bones seem to be a few taels lighter, the kind of change from the inside to the outside, like a new life full of vitality.

In an instant, Yan Xing was so excited that he almost looked up to the sky and roared, washing the meridians! Little Lori helped pull out the poison and also helped him wash the marrow once, so he felt like a new life, and his whole body was transparent.

Thinking of Xiao Lori's kindness to himself, he excitedly pulled the door, pressed his hand to the doorknob, and suddenly found that he was not wearing clothes, his face was hot, his face was pink, and he was busy looking for clothes, and suddenly realized that his backpack was still outside, and there were no clothes to change at all.

At this time, Yan Xing was stunned, stood stunned for a few seconds, silently picked up the underwear he threw aside, scrubbed it, and barely washed it with a lot of laundry detergent, endured the disgust, put on the wet pants, quickly washed the dirty handprints on the door, washed it all away, opened a crack in the door, blushed and looked out, the little Lori sitting in the reading place was blocked by the writing desk, and only saw her feet stretched flat on the floor.

In addition to those, there were a few dirty footprints on the floor that they had stepped on.

He was embarrassed to run out naked, swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and begged Xiao Lori for help: "Little Lori, can you help me bring me my backpack?" ”

When Yan Shuai rushed to the bathroom, Le Yun sighed sadly at the footprints he left, she worked hard to help him wipe his feet, just hoping not to make the floor full of dirt marks, but when the guy jumped up, he stepped on the floor again, causing her to wipe his stinky feet in vain.

The floor was dirty, and it was too late to say anything, so he didn't complain about Yan someone, sat down and scanned the books, scanned and scanned, heard Yan Shuai call himself for help, put the books aside, got up and lifted Yan Shuai's backpack and sent it to him, that guy was so excited that he went to take a shower without taking his clothes, now he knows the consequences.

Seeing that the handsome guy Yan poked his head out from behind the door, a handsome white face was full of clouds, and his face was red with shame like a newly married daughter-in-law, in order not to make the handsome guy embarrassed, Le Yun didn't laugh at him, and handed him the backpack outside the bathroom.

Little Lori sent a backpack, a pink round face with a bright smile, Yan Xing was so ashamed that she wanted to drill into the sewer of the sanitary squatting pit, and when the backpack was handed over, she stretched out her arm, grabbed it and slammed the door.

"What are you afraid of, I don't have a bad habit of voyeurism, and I won't rush in to see your naked body while people are in danger." Yan Sheng was afraid of being forced to close the door, Le Yun touched his nose, complained dissatisfiedly, turned around and went back to read, and did not forget to urge: "Hurry up, get dressed and come out to clean, I'm so hard, you still let me stay in this taste and read, can you bear it?" ”

"I'll go clean up right away." Little Lori's chatter came, Yan Xing's face turned red again, and when she heard the latter sentence, she was full of shame, and quickly found her clothes and put them on her body. ( )

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