The uncle borrowed some merits, and the princess drew the talisman fiercely

"Little tree, you can't bite it or eat it!" Sun Ping was so anxious that he jumped up and down.

Lu Zhaoling was already drawing the talisman on the yellow paper. She was drawing very quickly. From where Prince Jin was sitting, he could see the plain yellow paper. At the moment when she put down her pen, he could see the light on the rune flowing along the strokes.

That talisman was shining with golden light.

This time, everyone else saw it too.

Even Young Master Sun paused, his mouth, which was about to bite the chicken viciously, froze. He slowly raised his head and saw Lu Zhaoling looking at him.

Sun Ping held his breath.

There is a door!

Miss Lu only did this one move, and he felt it was a good deal!

Young Master Sun stared blankly at Lu Zhaoling's hand. At this moment, Lu Zhaoling moved, her steps were light and fast, and it seemed that in the blink of an eye, she was already in front of Young Master Sun.

With a snap, the talisman was stuck on his forehead.

Just as Young Master Sun was about to reach out to scratch her at that moment, the talisman was stuck on his forehead, blocking half of his vision, and his wrist was immediately grabbed by Lu Zhaoling.

"Ow!"

After being caught, Young Master Sun let out a howl.

It was really a roar, and the sound sounded a bit like that of an animal, not like the cry of a teenage boy.

Lu Zhaoling exerted force with her hands, and in front of everyone's shocked gazes, she easily lifted Young Master Sun up and threw him out.

At the same time, he pulled the chicken out of his arms with his other hand and threw it behind him.

The poor chicken's feathers had been torn off in patches, and when she threw it out, it followed a perfect parabola and fell right on the top of King Jin's head.

King Jin stood up and dodged, "Hey, stop hitting it. What if this chicken is possessed by evil spirits?"

"There must be nothing wrong with that chicken. We can pick it up and make some soup in the evening."

Lu Zhaoling didn't even turn his head to respond to him.

Young Master Sun had already fallen to the ground, landing on his back with a thud.

Before Sun Ping could scream in pain, he spurted out a large amount of blood with a wow sound. The amount of blood was so large that it almost became a small fountain.

"Little tree!"

"Master!"

"Cousin!"

There were screams of fear throughout the place, mixed with the gasps of Qingyin, Qingfeng and the others.

Qing Feng and Qing Lin looked at Lu Zhaoling with a bit of fear on their faces.

In everyone's eyes, Lu Zhaoling just lifted Young Master Sun up and then threw him to the ground.

She was the one who hit him so hard that he vomited blood.

Qinglin: Scared, he’s still a child.

Qing Feng: Second Miss Lu is so cruel.

King Jin: Is this kid so annoying that Lu Er has no love for the kid at all?

Sun Ping's legs went weak and he couldn't even stand, so he fell to his knees.

What was he thinking just now? Miss Lu made a move and it was settled? Could it be that she was dead, not settled?

"Don't worry, just let him spit out the foul air and blood."

Lu Zhaoling probably knew that what he did just now was too scary, so he opened his mouth to explain.

Fortunately, she said this, otherwise Sun Ping would have fainted.

This feeling was really like dying. He had just been holding his breath for a while, and when he heard Lu Zhaoling's words, he finally let out the breath and confirmed with her in a trembling voice, "Second Miss Lu, is the dog okay?"

You were hit like that just now and spit out such a column of blood. Are you okay?

Lu Zhaoling met Sun Ping's fragile gaze, and she felt guilty for the first time. Should she have told Sun Ping first? He was so scared that his face turned pale.

I guess she thought her son was killed by her?

"Master Sun, your son must have eaten a lot of raw meat and drunk a lot of blood, and he has evil spirits in his body, so he needs to be cleared. The evil spirits in his body are difficult to get rid of quickly without heavy moves or external force, so don't be nervous."

She explained further.

Sun Ping raised his sleeve to wipe the sweat off his forehead, "I'm not nervous."

The servant next to him helped him up.

Sir, if your legs weren't weak and your mouth wasn't stuttering, then we would believe that you weren't nervous.

Young Master Sun had almost finished vomiting and burst into tears.

"Dad, I'm scared..."

He knew something was wrong with him, but he couldn't control himself. He lost all his rationality when the attack came. When he regained consciousness, his mouth was full of blood and he felt extremely nauseous, which made him extremely painful.

He has been feeling a dull pain in his stomach these days, and every night when he goes to sleep he can feel his intestines rolling.

But he couldn't explain it clearly, and his mind was still foggy after waking up.

This feeling was so terrifying that when he woke up in the middle of the night, Young Master Sun suspected that he was turning into a monster. He was overwhelmed by fear and was almost drowning.

When he fell so heavily just now, he could feel that something that was originally firmly stuck in his internal organs was floating away.

Even when he was spitting blood, he felt noticeably relieved.

"Xiaoshu, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Miss Lu will save you." Sun Ping said quickly.

"Sit up, you're going to vomit for a while. Don't be afraid, you'll be fine after you vomit." Lu Zhaoling patted his head and then pulled him up by his arm.

Young Master Sun sat up and vomited again with a "wow" sound.

Lu Zhaoling had let go of him and quickly stepped back a second ago.

If it was a step later, I would probably vomit it all on her.

"Let him spit it out, and then take off the talisman. After cleaning up, you can stick the talisman under his pillow. After he sleeps for three days, cut a small strand of his hair and burn it together with the talisman."

Sun Ping listened carefully to what Lu Zhaoling told him and memorized it carefully.

"I'll go in and see his room."

"Please come in, Miss Lu." Sun Ping quickly asked the servant to look after his son and led Lu Zhaoling into the house.

Prince Jin also followed in.

He walked up to Lu Zhaoling and handed her a handkerchief.

Lu Zhaoling looked at him in confusion, not understanding what he meant for a moment, "My face is dirty?"

"Your hands are dirty," said the King of Jin with disdain, "Wipe them."

But she didn't notice that Young Master Sun hadn't washed his hair for several days, and his hair looked greasy.

He couldn't help but whisper, "You don't have to be so affectionate to a ten-year-old brat? And you even patted his head to comfort him?"

He had just watched the whole thing and felt that her action was completely unnecessary.

He firmly refused to let her hold his hand again before washing his hands.

Lu Zhaoling took the handkerchief and wiped her hands, her tone very helpless, "Zhou Shiyue, I wasn't just sympathizing with him to comfort him. Patting his forehead to shake off the evil spirit was a step to save him."

What pity?

“Ahem, is that so?” Prince Jin coughed and straightened his face, “Who told you to call me by my full name? If that doesn’t work, call me Brother Shiyue.”

"vomit."