Rebirth: I brought all the beasts to kill my husband from my previous life

When Bei Yaoer in the room heard Dieyi's voice, his brows slightly frowned.

But she didn't stop inserting needles in her hands.

This tiny movement was seen clearly by Di Yanlie who was lying on the bed.

He suddenly felt happy.

Could it be that this girl is jealous?

He coughed lightly and explained, "I will not marry her. I only treat her as my sister."

"Ah?" He said this suddenly, leaving Bei Yaoer a little confused.

"I said I will not marry her. She can only be my sister."

Seeing that she was still confused, he continued, "The reason why I asked her to stay with me this time is because my father asked me to take good care of her. There is no other meaning."

It turned out that he was explaining this to himself.

But why?

She is not his.

Bei Yaoer just said "Oh" faintly.

Oh?

What does oh mean?

Di Yanlie was inexplicably angry at her indifferent attitude.

He didn't know why he was angry.

If Jueying heard what his master said, he would definitely roll his eyes at his master.

Didn’t you say there was no need to explain? Why are you starting to explain it now?

Maybe even your master doesn’t know why he needs to explain.

At this time, there were no more annoying sounds outside the door, and Bei Yaoer suddenly felt much better.

Her subtle changes did not escape Di Yanlie's eyes.

There was a ripple in Di Yanlie's heart again.

After the last needle was inserted, Bei Yaoer wiped the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve. "Okay, this silver needle can be pulled out in half an hour. How do you feel now?"

Di Yanlie withdrew his thoughts, glanced at the little girl in front of him who looked a little tired, and his heart softened.

Only then did he turn his attention back to himself.

This release gave him a great shock, and his body seemed to be much lighter than before.

He is indeed a master of poison and medicine, his medical skills are superb.

He had heard before that the golden needle technique seemed to be more effective.

I just don't know why she didn't use the gold needle technique on herself, but instead used the ordinary silver needle technique.

Di Yanlie didn't think much about it and just thought that she must have her reasons.

Of course, the reason why Bei Yaoer didn't use the golden needle technique was because his body had been badly damaged over the years.

The acupuncture technique of gold needles is more domineering.

She was afraid that this man would not be able to bear it at the beginning, so she killed him early.

Then she was harming him.

After feeling it for a while, Di Yanlie said seriously, "I feel my body is lighter, I don't feel so cold anymore, and the pain is also reduced a little."

Bei Yaoer nodded, "Well, this is a good sign. You have achieved such a good result for the first time, which shows that your physical fitness is still very good.

“Half an hour later, when a small portion of the toxin is discharged from the acupuncture points pierced by the silver needles, this feeling will become even stronger.

“After we finish the medicinal bath, I believe the effect will be better.

"Based on this situation, your ice corpse poison should be completely cured within a year."

After she finished speaking, she retreated to a chair not far from the bed and sat down so that she could observe his condition closely.

so tired!

Giving acupuncture to such a seriously ill patient really takes a lot of spiritual and mental energy!

I thought her cultivation level had reached a very high level now, so it would be easier for her to give acupuncture, but it turned out to be still the same.

It seems that this ice corpse poison is really overbearing.

Looking at this man on the other hand, with so much ice corpse poison attached to his body, how painful it must be for him.

Bei Yaoer sighed once again, it was not easy for him to live to this day!

Fortunately, he met her, which was also his good fortune.

Now that he has Green Radish, if he wants to extend his life, it will not be impossible.

But... he needs to spit out some blood.

Bei Yaoer was busy calculating in his mind, but Di Yanlie had no idea.

Even if he knew, he wouldn't care much.

He has everything, from natural resources to earthly treasures.

As long as she wants, he will satisfy her.

After all, she was his savior twice, so it wouldn't be too much for her to pledge her love for her.

The two of them chatted wordlessly.

Most of the time, Beiyaoer was asking questions all over the place.

Di Yanlie only selectively answered occasionally some things he wanted her to know.

As for those things that she shouldn't know, he wouldn't mention a word.

Because if she told it, it would bring disaster upon herself.

About halfway through the time, Bei Yaoer stood up and twisted the needle for him.

Pinch the needle tail between your index finger and thumb and gently rotate it back and forth several times.

This technique is a little painful, of course, different people have different perceptions.

Some people feel a slight tingling pain, some feel a slight soreness, and some feel a grimace of pain.

And Di Yanlie is obviously the last type.

He just frowned slightly.

Seeing this, Bei Yaoer felt a little more admiration for the man.

“If it hurts, just scream. I’m a doctor and I won’t laugh at you.

"Sometimes shouting out in pain is also a way to vent your emotions, which is good for your physical and mental health."

That's okay.

It was the first time that someone said this to Di Yanlie. He screamed out loud when he felt pain, which was also a way to vent his emotions.

It’s even good for your mental and physical health!

There was a time when he couldn't bear the pain and cried out loudly.

Of course, he was only five years old at that time.

The life span of the gods is generally very long, counting from the day of birth, one hundred years is one year.

And a hundred years is just a blink of an eye for the gods.

He had lived for five hundred years, but he was only five years old.

He cried out in pain, but Father God told him with disdain, "If you are a man, hold it in. Only the weak will use tears to gain sympathy from others.

"You must remember that you are the son of God the Father. You do not need anyone's sympathy. Only when you become stronger will others fear and respect you."

But he was in so much pain.

At that time, he did not understand the meaning of his father's myth.

He just felt that Father God was unhappy and he couldn’t cry.

No matter how much pain it was, he couldn't cry.

If even God the Father despises him, then he will be alone from now on.

He didn't want to live like that.

But now someone tells him that he should shout out loud when he feels pain, which is a way to vent emotions and is also beneficial to his physical and mental health.

How could he not be shocked?

At this moment, it seemed as if something was about to burst out from the bottom of my heart.

It was also the first time that he felt his eyes were a little sore.

"What's wrong with you? I told you it hurts, so just shout it out. There's no need to hold it in. I won't laugh at you."

When Bei Yaoer saw his expression, he thought he was in pain.

Suppressing the strangeness in his heart, Di Yanlie forced a smile, "Thank you!"

Bei Yaoer was stunned. He never expected this person to say thank you.

Glancing at his exposed upper body, Bei Yaoer felt that this man really had a good figure.

It was the first time she had seen a man with such a good figure.

He has broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and every muscle line is smooth and firm, as if containing endless power.

She couldn't help but want to touch it and see if it felt as good as she imagined.

Thinking of this, the scene of giving acupuncture to Xi Junyan, the fourth prince of the Western Kingdom, emerged in my mind again.

He was also in amazing shape, except that he was a little thinner and had a different look.

The figures of these two people are almost similar!

He shook his wandering head and sat back down in his chair.

How could she associate these two unrelated people together?

Bei Yaoer sat there, her thoughts wandering for who knows how long, until a pleasant and attractive voice reached her ears.

"Youngest girl, it's about time. Can I call you that?"

Di Yanlie's voice brought her back to her senses.

She stood up and walked to his bedside with a smile, “Sorry, I was distracted just now, the time is indeed up.

"It's just a name. You can call me whatever you like."