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Shang Shiqi glanced at Wu De, and said, "You don't know things like anesthetics, do you?"

This one looks like looking at a fool.

Wu De pursed his lips, his eyes darkened a bit, he didn't know what he thought of, and the hand in his sleeve clenched into a fist at some point.

The injury this time was beyond his expectation, and it was a poisonous injury. Judging by Shang Shiqi's appearance, this poison... probably won't be easy to cure.

"Forget it, let's go back first." He Lanqing sighed, raised her hand and rubbed Taiyang's acupoint, what happened tonight was really unexpected.

Shang Shiqi's brows became slightly calmer, and he said helplessly: "Go back, I need to take a good look at your wound."

Wu De paused, helpless, and let out a long sigh.

"Let's go."

----This time, count me down.

The author has something to say: Wu De (spreading hands): Life is like this ups and downs....

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【Welcome to catch insects】

☆、Chapter 61.

The candlelight flickered, and the reflected silver needles shone with warm light.

The extremely thin silver needles were placed on the round wooden table, and the tips of the silver needles were black.

"Tsk."

Shang Shiqi lowered his eyebrows, stared at the blackened tip of the silver needle in his hand for a long time, and said, "Are you almost clear about your own physical condition?"

Wu De lay on the couch, rubbed the black and blue part of his neck with his fingers, his eyes were dim, and said: "Well, I can still suppress this toxicity for the time being."

For the time being... the internal organs can be preserved.

"I see, there seems to be a kind of poison in your body." Shang Shiqi put the needle in his hand on the round table, and frowned at Wu De.

Wu De sat up, straightened his outer shirt, his eyes were lowered and he couldn't see his expression clearly, and said lightly: "It's just an old injury."

It is indeed an old injury, and it has been ten years old, and even in the future, he will always live with this small body, immature face, and the identity of a boy.

It is rumored that the so-called "One Change" has three layers, each layer has three changes, and the third layer is the Nine Changes.

It is said that if one can learn all three levels of that transformation, it is equivalent to having the power to defy the sky.By chance, Wu De got one of the floors, and the other two floors. It is said that when they were robbed by a group of Jianghu people, a thunderbolt suddenly fell from the sky and split the other two floors to nothing. It took a long time to calm down on the rivers and lakes.

At that time, Wu De was persecuted by others and was poisoned. He was rescued by Yue Xiaoqi's father when he was in danger. Although he was saved, the toxin in his body was too overbearing. The practice is suppressed day and night.

After a long time, the toxins in the body gradually stabilized, but Wu De could not change back to his original appearance.

As soon as Shang Shiqi left, Wu De summoned Biqiong.

"You're poisonous, I look familiar." Bi Qiong came here at some point, leaning against the wall, with no expression on her gray face, her eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, without any waves to speak of.

The light from outside the window shone in and shone into the pair of dull eyes, barely adding a bit of life.

"It looks familiar." Wu De was lying on the bed, the bed curtains were loosely tied, his eyes were half-closed, and he looked very leisurely, showing a lazy attitude, as if the person who was poisoned last night was not him at all.

Bi Qiong was condescending, staring at Wu De's neck a few times with her lifeless eyes, and said, "It's Lin Zheng."

"Well, it should be." Wu De replied lazily, not even bothering to lift his eyelids.

When Bi Qiong heard this, there was a trace of expression on his face, and he said firmly, "It's him."

Wu De said lightly: "It's him, it's him." While speaking, he raised his hand and scratched the back of his head, as if he didn't care at all.

Lin Zheng, the only son of the martial arts lord, although he didn't use his father's name to promote him, but he has a lot of abilities. It can be said that he and Bi Qiong came from the same path, and they can be regarded as brothers.

"You will be hurt by him." Bi Qiong shook her head, with a sarcastic smile on her lips.

Wu De closed his eyes and pretended to fall asleep, and said casually: "He has made rapid progress over the years, not like you."

Yes, unlike him, he doesn't make much publicity and doesn't rely on his father, and he doesn't covet the position of leader, but his own strength has steadily increased, and he has gained a firm foothold in many places, but he is low-key and has never publicized it.

----wrong.

"Why did Lin Zheng stay with that Yue Aotian? And why did he hurt you?" Bi Qiong lightly pressed her bloodless lower lip, feeling very puzzled.

----It's unreasonable, and it shouldn't be.

"Tch." Wu De sneered, the corners of his lips curled into vague arcs, his eyelids moved slightly, revealing a gap, and he quickly closed his eyes again, he said: "It's not a problem."

"He hurt you, how can it be okay." Biqiong Qinghui's face was a little stiff, and she looked at Wu De with extremely complicated eyes.

After all, Wu De saved his life, no matter what, he doesn't want to be an ungrateful person.

Wu De shook his head, but did not answer.

Vertical day, deep night.

There were a few small and fine footsteps outside the door, and they came to the door suddenly, with a few swishes, a few silver needles shot in through the layer of thin paper pasted on the door.

The silver needle pierced the air, and the people in the house were already prepared.

Biqiong's eyes, which were originally closed, suddenly opened, and a cold light flashed across the eyes, which were like stagnant water without any waves.

A silver needle rubbed against Biqiong's cheek, and after several consecutive needles, Biqiong immediately jumped back, dodging the remaining few needles.

Bi Qiong picked up the silver needle closest to her and called out, "Lin Zheng."

The person outside the door let out a "Huh", as if surprised.

With a bang, the door was pushed open vigorously and hit the wall, causing the door to tremble.

"Why are you?" Zheng Lin stepped across the threshold, looked around the room, and fixed his gaze on Biqiong, "Where's Wu De?"

Bi Qiong shrugged and said, "He said he wanted to sleep peacefully."

That night, Wu De and Bi Qiong exchanged rooms, probably expecting that Zheng Lin would come to find him.

Lin Zheng smiled, glanced at the sky outside the window, and clasped his hands to Biqiong with a polite look: "I wonder if Lin can stay here for one night."

Bi Qiong refused to accept his tricks, and lay down on the bed on her own, before saying: "Please go ahead."

Seeing Biqiong's posture, Lin Zheng was dumbfounded, then smiled, and lay leisurely on the couch not far away.

For a moment, the atmosphere became very quiet, only the sound of breathing remained in the air.

"Long time no see, why did you become like this, junior brother?" Lin Zheng said.

Lin Zheng was not annoyed when he didn't hear an answer, and then asked, "What are your plans for the future?"

After a moment of silence, Bi Qiong responded, "If you have a plan, you have a plan."

Before Lin Zheng asked, he said again: "You help me plan how to die, brother."

The atmosphere suddenly froze. Although Zheng Lin was puzzled, he didn't ask any more questions.

Silent all night.

It was not yet dawn.

"You're here." Wu De yawned, leaning lazily on the door frame, he didn't even bother to move his eyelids, as if he didn't wake up.

Lin Zheng smiled and said, "Of course it won't be what you expected."

Wu De moved his eyelids, looked up at Zheng Lin, "Why, why don't you give me an explanation?"

"It's just to lure the enemy to go deep." Lin Zheng said lightly, and then gave way, "Why don't you come in and sit?"

Wu De didn't refuse, walked into the room, glanced at Bi Qiong who was still sleeping on the bed, sat at the table, poured a cup of tea, drank half of it in one breath, and then replied: "That's a deep sleep. Behind the enemy lines."