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Beauty Jing glared at the man with hidden bitterness. She poked him with her finger and muttered, "It'll be fine if it hurts you to death. Since you don't know yourself, how unfortunate for you to be crippled!"

Inadvertently, this little girl felt regret for such a seductive ice cube guy.

The man's gaze turned heavy. The contact just now had made him tense up. It wasn't because of the pain, but because of the little girl's words.

Did he despise him? Do you think you're not steady enough? Did she dislike him for not taking care of her?

Just thinking about it made him upset. What was important in this woman's little mind?

Doubtful, the handsome young man moved closer to the center.

The little girl continued to take care of the man's ankles. Since she wasn't going to perform any surgery, she would slowly take care of them. Using traditional Chinese medicine was the same as taking care of them.

From his medicine case, he took out a bottle of medicine wine that he had used for bruising. It was made from a mixture of Scarlet Peony, Angelica Sinensis, Radix Rehmanniae, Zedoary, Zedoary, Rhizoma Chuanxiong, Peach Blossom, Safflower, Sumu, Turtle, Seven Fields, Liquors, etc., and there were some that he could drink, some that he could use for external massage, at the moment he was using a massage, combined with acupuncture and acupuncture, the effect was faster and the better than drinking medicine wine.

Her hands were covered with wine, and a faint smell of medicinal liquor filled the room. Beauty Jing was wearing a mask, and she was allergic to alcohol, so she had to be on her guard. She wore thin rubber gloves, which made her safer.

Chapter 18

After doing a physiotherapy massage for half an hour, the man's ankle was visibly healed.

"Alright, from now on, acupuncture will be better and faster." He removed the rubber gloves from his hands, took the towel from the man's ankles, and placed it in a plastic basin to disinfect and clean.

He found a special medical cushion and placed it around the man's ankle. Then, he took out a silver needle from the medicine box and began acupuncture.

It accurately pierced the six major acupoints of Kunlun Acupoint, Taixi Acupoint, Hanging Bell Acupoint, Shenmai Acupoint, Zhahai Acupoint and Ashi Acupoint.

The piercing pain and numbing feeling caused a man's heart to itch. If only he was hugging a little girl at this moment, how good would it be!

He reached out his hand, wanting to touch the little woman's face.

He stood in mid-air, stunned.

The bangs on her forehead blocked her round black eyes, but she only reached out her hand to brush her hair aside. In order to not let the long hair of her cape obstruct her line of sight, she used her hair rope to comb her smooth black hair.

As she changed her posture from time to time, her ponytail would sway back and forth in the shadows, and her face would turn red, making her look even more alluring.

There was a thin trickle of sweat at the tip of his nose.

Bo Liangchen took a tissue and wiped the sweat off the tip of her nose.

Beauty Jing only tilted her head and continued staring at the silver needle in her hand.

The speed at which the silver needles entered her acupoints was very slow. She needed to focus all of her attention. At the moment, nothing in the outside world was as important as the silver needles in her hands.

Due to the softness of the silver needles, it was very difficult to grasp the accuracy of the acupuncture points. Many people had already used the steel needles, the harder the needles were, the more likely the patients would be hit with it, but Beauty Jing didn't use it, she only used the pure silver needles. Although it was soft, it required a very deep technique and a very strong wrist, so controlling the strength was the most important problem with acupuncture points.

Waves of numbing feeling and a thin stream of heat came from the fracture of his ankle. This was an unprecedented feeling; it was very wonderful.

Bo Liangchen leaned against the cushion, slightly closing his eyes, feeling the time of this moment.

The night was so beautiful, so breathtaking.

On top of a tall banyan tree, on a thick branch, reclined a black-clothed man.

The man was holding a high-powered telescope and looking at a hotel on the hillside.

Through the glass, he could clearly see a woman removing her makeup.

The woman took off her night clothes, leaving only her bra and panties. Then, she walked into the bathroom.

The man retracted his gaze and looked at the starry night sky.

A gentle breeze blew through the treetops, causing a rustling sound. Suddenly, a whistle echoed from all directions.

The man jumped off a tall branch and ran in the direction of the whistle.

In a jungle, a few injured men in black were lying on the ground, gasping for breath.

"What's wrong?" The man in black rushed over and smelled the Devil's Snare Flower in the air. He quickly covered his nose and mouth with his sleeve and crawled onto the ground.

Swoosh * A black shadow flew over with exceptional speed.

The black clothed man pulled out the dagger at his waist and leapt up.

The shadow didn't expect that someone would be able to jump up and run away.

The dagger slashed at his arm, and the shadow hissed, and then a sweep of the leg, like a man's lower body.

With a light leap, the man in black opened the telescope in his hand and pressed a gun against the black shadow's chest.

The shadow froze, not daring to move.

The moonlight shining on the two of them looked extremely strange.

The black shadow raised his hand and retreated.

A bullet whizzed past his ear, and the man in black tilted his head, dodging the deadly bullet. He pulled the trigger with the pistol in his hand.

Bang, bang, bang.

Gunshots with silencers rang out in the forest.

Jing Ping laid on the ground and fired at the two black shadows in the distance. The two fleeing black shadows fell to the ground as they were shot in the head.

Jing Ping laid on the ground for a long time. He stuck his ear to the ground and listened for a long time before getting up.

The scent in the air had dissipated, and the few men in black lying on the ground were still unconscious.

Jing Ping took out his phone, gave Liang Zhiwu a call, then quietly left.

The night had returned to silence, and no one could have imagined that a bloody battle had already broken out in the depths of the forest.

Inside the bedroom, it was already close to 12 o'clock when Beauty Jing finished her acupuncture.

He tiredly crawled onto the bed, pulled the blanket over him and prepared to sleep.

The bedside lamp had been turned off, and the interior of the room was enveloped in darkness.

When Bo Liang woke up, it was already midnight. He hopped to the bathroom and returned to his bed.

A snow-white arm rested on her chest, warm and smooth.

"So tired!" Beauty Jing muttered to herself in her sleep.

He turned around and kicked away the blanket on his body.

The dim light of the bedside lamp warmed the little woman's body.

Bo Liang Chen couldn't bear it anymore. He gently pulled the little woman into his embrace and covered the two of them with a thin air conditioner.

Beauty Jing felt that it was a bit hot and pushed the blanket away again.

"Let me go, let me go." His hands were moving in front of his chest, but his eyes were still tightly shut, as if he was having a bad dream.

"Jiajia, don't be afraid!" Bo Liangchen's heart ached. Ever since he woke up, that little girl had been making a ruckus every night. At most, she would say: Let me go, let me go.

Do you really want to go into your dreams and see what happened to you? Why do you struggle every night?

Worried, he hugged her even more tightly.