[Shooting Eagle] East Evil Chasing Love

When Feng Heng gradually regained his consciousness, he first felt stiff and sore in his neck, like a rusty screw that had been inactive for a long time. Even if he twisted it back and forth, it would make a creaking sound. He thought, very good, This is pain recovery.

Then there was a weak oppressive feeling on his front chest, front legs and forearms. It turned out that he was lying on his stomach, which meant that his sense of touch had recovered.

However, he tried to move, but couldn't move.

His heart sank involuntarily, he didn't know what was on the spiritual palm, which would have such a great impact on his functions, although the palm slapped on him, it didn't take long to affect his central nervous system. , At that time, more than 70.00% of the central nervous system was paralyzed and unable to function, and even now the residual poison is still there.He thought about it in his mind, he might have to be careful about these things in the future.

Then he slowly opened his eyes, with a light veil in front of his eyes, and occasionally a breeze blowing in slowly, carrying slightly moist water vapor, he moved his nose, closed his eyes and felt it carefully, and it really shook slightly. He was on a boat, and he was no stranger to this boat, he had been on it once before.

The carved wooden bed is spacious and comfortable, and there is a person lying on it. His black hair is tied sideways in a simple bun with a bamboo hairpin. At this moment, he is lying on the bed / motionless. This person is exactly Feng Heng.

About a while later, the door was pushed open, and a figure walked in. He was holding a tray with several small bottles and jars in it. He probably recognized something from the sound of breathing, and he put down the tray. , walked to the bed, and said softly:

"Brother Feng is awake?"

Hearing his voice, Feng Heng took a breath and said shortly:

"Brother Yao, my hair is blocking my face, it's so itchy"

Huang Yaoshi couldn't help laughing when he heard that when he woke up from a coma for several days, the first sentence was so.He had no choice but to reach out to brush away the broken hair on the side of his face and neck. While brushing aside the hair, his fingers also slowly slid across Feng Heng's face. He lowered his head to look, and saw that Feng Heng had opened his eyes, probably because he had slept for a long time, his eyes were a little chaotic and confused, and the black pupils had not yet been in focus, and they were disintegrated into a black color, looking a little helpless and pitiful.

Huang Yaoshi softened his heart and said:

"But what's wrong with it?"

I saw Feng Heng frowned silently, then wrinkled his face again, and then slowly said:

"I can't seem to move..."

Huang Yaoshi laughed softly, his voice was low, but this smile was not for any reason, as if it brought in the sunshine from outside the house, Feng Heng could hear some warmth from this laughter, and only felt Huang Yaoshi get up and hold it. Those small bottles and jars said:

"You have been hit by that wise poisonous sand palm. Although I have detoxified you, there is still some remaining poison left. Don't worry, Brother Feng. It will be fine in a day or two."

As he spoke, he lifted the brocade quilt covering Feng Heng's back, and Feng Heng felt a chill hit the skin on his back, thinking, no wonder I feel chilly, it turns out that my upper body is naked.

He couldn't see Huang Yaoshi, he could only hear the clinking of bottles and cans behind his back, accompanied by Huang Yaoshi's voice:

"I'm going to apply some medicine to disperse the poison of this palm for you, bear with it"

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Heng only felt that a big hand was covered with greasy paste and landed on his back. He trembled, and immediately gritted his teeth to hold back. The hand on the back also paused for a while, and then Start kneading with a lighter force than before.

Feng Heng still felt some pain at first, but as he gradually got used to the numbness of the pain, bursts of tingling/numbing came, and he belatedly said 'bad'.Huang Yaoshi's big hands are rough and strong, probably because he has practiced martial arts for many years, there are some thick calluses on his hands, when they slashed across his skin, it was like a feather gliding across his heart from time to time, but after a few strokes, the palms began to heat up , the excessively high temperature rubbed against his back over and over again, if it wasn't for being unable to move, Feng Heng really wanted to die.

Bursts of tingling electric shocks appeared on the back, together with the heat from the palm, they spread to all the limbs and bones of the whole body. Feng Heng gritted his teeth and endured, his body gradually became stiff/get up, just wanting time Hurry up to end this torture, Huang Yaoshi behind him noticed his stiffness, stopped his hands and asked:

"Does it hurt?"

Feng Heng let out a deep breath, and after a while, he said weakly:

"It's ok"

Huang Yaoshi saw that he was awake today, which was obviously different from the situation when he detoxified him in the past. The redness on his back almost spread to his fingers and hair tips, and he couldn't help breathing unsteadily. The touch of the smooth and delicate back, he has been eliminating the residual poison for Feng Heng in this way for several days. Feng Heng fell asleep in the past, and he just felt that the white and thin back was too thin.

But Feng Heng was a little too shy today, Huang Yaoshi thought.Seeing that his back was covered in red and pink, he was also a little embarrassed, so he had to speed up his inner strength and talk to him to distract attention, so he asked:

"How, can it be better?"

Feng Heng moved his fingers a little, but couldn't speak, he just said a word of 'hmm' without any confidence.

He wanted to stop Huang Yaoshi from continuing several times, but he was afraid that he would change his tune as soon as he made a sound, so he could only endure it while hating himself for being sober and confused for a while, so he didn't have time to react to stop him.Of course, Huang Yaoshi was out of good intentions, and he couldn't refuse others' kindness without a reason, not to mention that he couldn't move at all, no matter how he wanted to refuse, he couldn't tell the reason.

The only thing he could do was to bury his face in the brocade cup and endure silently. Fortunately, after a while, Huang Yaoshi withdrew his hand. Feng Heng was sweating and had nowhere to say, so he had to close his eyes and slowly calm down the hot body.

A needle can be heard in the house for a while.

At this moment, I only heard a fluttering sound in the corner of the wall, and then the fluttering sound drifted all the way, coming straight to the big bed, and stood still in front of the bed for a while, and then a louder fluttering sound came oncoming , Feng Heng saw a ball of red balls struggling to jump onto the edge of the bed, it was the little blood bird.

Just listen to Huang Yaoshi say:

"I took you back to the boat that day, and it took a lot of effort to get it out of your arms."

After the little bird got on the bed, Shijimao stood firm and stopped moving. It ignored Huang Yaoshi who was sitting beside him, and just stared at Feng Heng with bright red eyes.

Yaoshi Huang said again:

"This bird is strange, but I have never seen such a red bird, and this bird is quite close to you. You have been sleeping for a few days, and it does not leave this room, always staring at your bed. look"

Feng Heng looked at the little guy in front of him. A few dense feathers had grown out of its wings in twos and threes. No wonder it was able to fly at low altitude in a decent manner. It seemed to be much stronger than before and energetic.

The little blood bird was looking at Feng Heng with his head tilted at this moment, as if he was quite satisfied with his appearance of being ravaged/ravaged, and then stomped He pawed twice, fluffed his feathers again, and walked towards Feng Heng with his paws, and then found a comfortable place beside him to lie down, shrunk his head and closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

Feng Heng and Huang Yaoshi looked at each other, seeing that the little guy was planning to settle down here, they couldn't help but smile.

Feng Heng had just woken up, and he was still a little weak after all.Huang Yaoshi wanted to have a few words with him, but seeing that his eyes were blurred and he looked sleepy, he had no choice but to cover him with a quilt and said:

"You rest first"

Then he turned and closed the door and went out.

There were only two rooms in the attic on the second floor of the boat. Huang Yaoshi left Feng Heng's room, turned around and pushed the door back to his own room. He sat at the table, meditating while packing the medicine jars.

Even if the Lingzhi thief's palm is poisoned, how can it have such power? Even if an ordinary person is poisoned, it is impossible for him to faint, even if he does not wake up for seven or eight days.If Feng Heng didn't wake up today, maybe Huang Yaoshi would throw the Jiuhua Yulu Pill and Wuchang Pill into the river to feed the fish.

However, these were nothing, what surprised him the most was that when he checked Feng Heng's pulse, he found that there was no internal energy in his body!

At the beginning, he couldn't believe it no matter what. He had witnessed the brisk movement and finger skills filled with internal energy. How could he believe that Feng Heng had no internal energy at all.But after a few days, he checked Feng Heng's pulse almost every day, and gradually began to accept the fact that Feng Heng had no internal strength at all!

But at this moment, even this fact could not calm him down.

Who can tell him why all he sees is Feng Heng's thin back flushing in front of him?Why did the remaining warmth of the crystal clear and smooth skin linger on his palm for a long time?

The heat on the man's skin seemed to be transmitted to him through the palm. He thought that leaving Feng Heng's room would cool down the heat in his heart, but the heat followed him like a shadow.

Huang Yaoshi rested his forehead with one hand, blocking his tangled eyebrows and confused eyes, and let out a long sigh.

Just at this time, a gust of wind blows through the window, and the copper bells that blow the corner of the eaves jingle.

At this time, in the opposite room, Feng Heng, who was sleeping with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes in shock. He only realized that he was lying on the bed with his upper body naked. Then, where are his clothes?Where is the tight protective clothing he was wearing under his clothes at this time?

Feng Heng frowned in frustration. If he could move freely at this time, he would probably beat his chest and scream.

If asked, how would he explain to Island Master Huang where he bought the clothes from! ?

The author has something to say: Author Jun (to finger): If this continues, when will we see Huang Rong's little friend?

Huang Yaoshi (stripping the author's neck with glaring eyes and shaking fiercely): This is exactly what I want to ask you! ! !

Feng Heng (innocently confused): What are you talking about? ?