Prison of Black Wounds

One sentence made Long Yan's face pale.

I wanted to express something, but my voice was stuck in my throat, and I couldn't utter a word.

Naser's expressionless face was like the eve of a storm, and he hardly even frowned, just stroking the birthmark with his thumb that should have caused a huge wave in his heart.

"Nather..."

Long Yan tentatively called out, trying hard to figure out his thoughts at the moment, but he couldn't read any message from Naser's calm face.

It is impossible for two identical peony birthmarks to appear in this world. No matter how stupid Naser is, he would have doubts when he saw this birthmark, but from Long Yan's hesitant expression, he was almost sure of the doubts in his heart. The people that Chu Man brought back before, he can almost be sure that he was teased by the two most trusted and best buddies.

However, it is not them who should hate at this moment, but himself!

Searching everywhere in the name of love, and imposing the cruelest punishment on this person before finding out the truth, in order to vent his loss and anger, how can he say love like this?

The momentary shock just now caused his head to explode in excruciating pain. The world in front of him was almost swallowed by darkness. He swallowed hard, and the deep remorse after the shock gave him the illusion that the pain could only be relieved by peeling his heart open. So much damage cannot be made up for by a single "I'm sorry", and now he can't even say those three words. Not qualified at all, is it?

Whether it's a redemption, Long Yan is already ready to bear Naser's anger, at least he doesn't have to live in self-blame every day.

He's not Chu Man, he can't shut up his emotions for the sake of the world.

He would rather Nasser cut him down immediately with a knife than silently wiped his sweat and applied medicine to stop the bleeding for that man, without saying a word.

"Na..."

"The curse mark is fading, treat the wound quickly..."

Gently laying the person down on the soft bed, Naser looked as if the person would be broken at the touch of a finger, and he was as careful as if nothing had happened to what he saw just now, but he looked at Long Yan with indifference and indifference emotion.

"Long Yan?"

Long Yan let out an "uh" in a daze, causing Naser to frown in displeasure: "Why are you in a daze, hurry up!"

Naser's tense tone brought back Long Yan's thoughts, and hurriedly took a step forward, carefully inspected the wounds everywhere, and checked his pulse again, and after confirming that there was nothing serious, he stretched out his hand to lightly touch his bulging wounds. raised belly.

Naser looked anxiously at Long Yan, who was frowning: "How is it?"

"It's internal bleeding..." Long Yan quickly took out the needle pack and spread it out, took out a medicine needle and slowly pierced the Shenque acupoint in the middle of the man's umbilical cord, and gently pushed and kneaded around the umbilicus with one hand, "This is a specially made needle. The medicinal needles used in this medicine will melt upon contact with blood, and after piercing into vital points, they can inhibit the deterioration of the wound and also play a role in stopping bleeding. It hurts a bit, so you should hold him firmly and don’t let him move around.”

Naser lightly held Ran's restless hand that was trying to climb up his abdomen, and half embraced him in his arms with the gentlest force, as if he was afraid that he would be damaged by accident, Long Yan looked at Naser helplessly. Ser, although he blamed himself in his heart, he also complained, but judging by Naser's appearance, he probably blamed himself more than him, and he couldn't say anything if he wanted to urge him to use more force.

Sighing and hardening his heart, he twisted his hands hard, and the medicine needles were all submerged into the body, and then took out the medicine needles again and dropped the needles on Qihai, Tianshu, Guanyuan and other acupoints without leaving any strength in his hands, so he didn't go at all Look at Nasser's increasingly gloomy face and those angry eyes.

"It's also for his own good." Long Yan said indifferently until all the acupuncture points were integrated into the medicine needles, "His internal organs were already injured and fragile, and they couldn't bear the fierce backlash from this curse seal at all, so he just said What can be done now is to remove the congestion first, and then try to repair the injured internal organs.”

Naser nodded silently, looked at him with questioning eyes, Long Yan sighed and said, "Anyway, you support his upper body."

While speaking, Long Yan quickly picked up a dozen kinds of medicinal materials, squeezed them in his hands, and placed them on the stove where the medicinal materials were cooking to let the medicines smoke, while the medicinal materials in his hands gradually turned into powder under his moderate kneading , the powder quickly disappeared into his palm, and Long Yan's palm also turned red, exuding a strong smell of medicine.

"This……"

Naser has seen this scene before. Twenty years ago, Long Yan's father used this method to treat his seriously injured father.

Long Yan went back to the bed and took a look at Naser. After the other party nodded solemnly, his palm slowly pressed against Ran's flat and soft abdomen, and the body under the palm immediately twitched due to the sudden heat. Long Yan didn't hesitate at all because he felt the pain in this body. He pressed his palm deeply into the navel heart of the person under his palm, and the medicine penetrated into it, arousing the inner intestines to tumbling and beating violently, as if He wanted to rush out of his stomach immediately, but the owner of the body could only straighten up his upper body in vain and fall back into Nasser's arms weakly. At this moment, he was so weak that he couldn't even open his eyes, so he could only helplessly He struggled with the last of his strength.

Nasser rubbed him tightly in his arms, the red eye sockets had been blurred by tears for some time, but there was no time to wipe them off, nor could they stop the torture.

"Ugh..."

Ran's body suddenly straightened up with a cry of pain, his head leaned back tightly against Nayu's chest, his sweat-soaked face was pale and bloodless, and his closed eyelashes kept trembling, showing The master is trying to fight against this death-killing pain. His half-raised hand is trying to stop the culprit raging in his abdomen, but he is tightly imprisoned by Naser, and Naser's heavy voice is heard in his ears Gasps and whimpers replaced the unspoken apologies.

Seeing the person in his arms standing up weakly again, Naser swallowed the blood that almost spewed out again with distress, and seeing him try to bite his lower lip to relieve the pain, he quickly stretched out his fingers, but heard Long Yan faintly Said, "Don't worry, his pulp has been injured, and he has no strength at all."

Nassar smiled wryly when he heard the words, gently stroked the messy hair on his face, and solemnly landed a delicate kiss on his pale lips.

Long Yan's palm placed on the center of his navel gradually pushed it along the direction of the intestines, slowly circling around the navel, and then slowly pushed down and kneaded from the upper abdomen, making the already flat abdomen sag Just as Long Yan's hand touched his stomach, the man trembled, and a mouthful of blood was coughed out from his throat. The painful dick was stuck in his throat, and Long Yan ruthlessly pressed down on his lower abdomen. The pain started from the upper abdomen and slowly moved down, part of the blood in the abdomen was flowing out from the back court, and most of it was pushed and rubbed to the lower abdomen.

The same torture was repeated three times. The executioner was already sweating profusely, and the tortured person was limp and pale like death. His consciousness seemed to have been separated from his body. There was darkness in front of him. He tried hard to open his eyes and see clearly. The person who hugged himself was in vain.

And the person who was holding him was already heartbroken, he numbly watched Long Yan fetch a jade tube with sharpened ends, and asked tremblingly: "What are you going to do?"

Long Yan carefully pressed his fingertips on the bulging abdomen to find acupuncture points, while explaining: "If he continues to push the abdomen, he will definitely not be able to bear it, so he has to use it to drain the blood."

Nasser subconsciously clenched his arms: "Do you want to stab in?"

"Otherwise?" Long Yan glanced at the pale Naser, and smiled wryly, "Why? When you pierced his navel with a black stone nail, you didn't even blink your eyes."

The sarcastic tone caused Naser to stare angrily, but he couldn't utter a word of rebuttal. After a pause for a few seconds, he extended his hand to Long Yan and gritted his teeth, "Give it to me."

Long Yan raised his eyebrows: "Can you do it?"

"Bring it!"

This is what I should do and deserve.

Naser took the jade tube and glanced at Long Yan lightly: "The location."

Long Yan's slender fingers landed on the lower right three inches of the navel, and nodded slightly to Nasser.

Naser's right hand held the jade tube against the place where Long Yan's fingertips fell. After taking a deep breath, he exerted force suddenly. The sharp tip immediately broke the skin, and a thin thread of blood dripped from the break. It fell on the bed sheet along the pale belly, Naser didn't dare to hesitate, and with his fingertips, the jade tube quickly penetrated an inch into the abdomen, and the dark red blood quickly spread across the jade tube, rushing out from the other end.

After a long time, the bulging abdomen gradually flattened, and the tense body of the person in his arms gradually became limp, until the bleeding turned bright red, Long Yan signaled Naser to pull out the jade tube, and then used the prepared medicinal cloth to Cover the wound until there is no more bleeding.

After tossing and turning, all three of them were dripping with sweat. Naser lay on the bed exhaustedly hugging the person in his arms. He just closed his eyes and lost consciousness. He fell asleep here after being unable to sleep for a long time, helplessly Long Yan could only quietly back out after treating the wound silently.

Unexpectedly, before Long Yan closed the door, he saw a maid approaching: "Lord Chu is here."

Long Yan was slightly taken aback, and rubbed his forehead wearily: "Just say that His Majesty is sleeping, let him wait in the front hall."

"Yes."

Hey, Chu Man, Chu Man, it's really time to come.

21

Deprived of his emotions, his consciousness cannot be autonomous, and the shackles of his soul lock him firmly in the darkness. He listens to curses and tramples from demons every day, and his body is always smelly and dirty, but he is not even qualified to kill himself. Granted, the only thing you can do is get used to, get used to this terrible darkness and torture.

But when he had to accept this cold and cruel life, a familiar voice pierced into the darkness like a flaming arrow.