Boss, please help

Chapter 21 That's What I Want
"What are you doing...haha, it's so itchy...don't mess with me."

Luo Yan twisted and tried to escape, Luo Xue's palm was soft and delicate to the touch, but no matter how much he twisted, he couldn't help it.

Luo Xue was using spiritual power to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis for him. Although the effect was quick, but the spiritual power was like extremely thin silk threads that shuttled back and forth under Luo Yan's skin, which naturally made him feel unbearably itchy.

"Hahaha, sister, let go... Hahaha, I can't do it..."

Luo Xue let go of his arm, and moved her palm to his back.

Luo Yan tried her best to stand up and run away, but no matter what, she couldn't break free from Luo Xue's small hands, like a poor puppy whose head was forcibly stroked, and could only make a "woo woo ha ha" sound.

Luo Xue's movements were quick. Originally, Luo Yan's injury was only skin trauma. Even if she ignored it, she applied a little Chinese medicine wine, and within a few days the swelling and blood stasis disappeared and she recovered.

She used spiritual power to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis, which only accelerated the process of body tissue repair.

When Luo Yan gets up tomorrow, all the bruises on her body will subside, and no scars will be visible.

Luo Xue's palm caressed Luo Yan's arms, thighs and body, and the anxious Luo Yan yelled "Indecent" while laughing strangely.

In the end, Luo Xue grasped his face with both palms and rubbed it for a while, then let go of Luo Yan who had already exploded.

"What's wrong with you."

Luo Yan hurriedly jumped up and moved away from her three feet away, looking at him with doubts and fear on her face.

Luo Xue replied indifferently: "Oh, let me see if your injuries are serious?"

"Is the injury serious? Don't you have eyes to see? You rubbed and fumbled like this. It was a minor injury, but it turned into a serious injury."

"Are you so weak? Then you still learn to fight like others?"

Luo Yan was shocked, and looked at Luo Xue in disbelief: "Weak, you actually say I'm weak?"

Men are said to be weak, can this be tolerated?

Luo Yan pulled her sleeves onto her arms vigorously, raised her arms and made a classic fist-clenching movement of a fitness man: "Tsk, did you see, the biceps of the master, you say it is not well-developed, right?"

"Didn't you get swollen from being beaten?"

Luo Yan said anxiously: "Why is this swollen from being beaten? This is what the master has worked hard to train, real muscles, a real man with one punch."

"Then why do you lose every fight?"

Luo Yan: "There are a lot of them."

"Oh, so you are still weak."

Luo Yan: "..."

He felt that he had the feeling of a donkey's lips against a horse's mouth, and he couldn't explain why.

But for some reason, he suddenly felt inexplicably relaxed, as if he had returned to a familiar environment and met a familiar person.

Yes, that's what it feels like.

Since yesterday, he felt that something was wrong with his old sister, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Even though he was the most familiar person, he somehow felt that his sister had become very strange, as if facing a stranger.

He even felt that Luo Xue was very indifferent.

This kind of indifference is not the angry-like indifference that she deliberately made after the quarrel with her sister before, but the indifference that seems to be indifferent to everything.

What made him even more ashamed was that he didn't know why, but he was a little afraid of her.

Luo Xue didn't scold him, didn't beat him, and just looked at him quietly, which made him feel a little trembling in his heart.

But at this moment, Luo Yan suddenly felt that Luo Xue had become familiar again.

Bickering with him, talking unreasonably, rubbing his face without any scruples.

Well, it's my sister.

What I want is this feeling, or the familiar formula, or the familiar taste.

Luo Yan was relieved, it seemed that everything was his illusion.

"If you have the ability, try to fight five of them one at a time, and see who is weaker?"

"Go to sleep, we will go to the hospital tomorrow, Dad will have surgery in the morning."

Luo Xue didn't respond to him, just said something casually, and went into the bathroom to wash up.

Hey, this brother is still too naive.

Luo Xue used too much spiritual power today, one-third of the originally full spiritual power in the meridians and dantian has been consumed.

She tried to meditate and practice, and opened her eyes after a while. After coughing, she exhaled a foul breath.

Luo Xue frowned, the aura of heaven and earth was too thin, and there were too many impurities.

The effect of meditating to replenish spiritual power was extremely poor, and instead, she spent a little spiritual power to expel the mixed exhaust gas that had been absorbed.

It is better to bury your head in sleep than to practice painstakingly.

It can't go on like this.

Without replenishing and consuming spiritual power and continuing to practice, she would not be able to use all kinds of means and supernatural powers.

Luo Xue believes that not all places in this world are like this.

There must be a place with slightly rich and clean spiritual power, perhaps in the deep mountains and old forests where there are few people, or in places with high mountains and long rivers.

Because this world is not completely devoid of aura. Since there is aura, there must be a certain amount of distribution. It is absolutely impossible that every inch of the place has the same aura.

The air in the city is extremely turbid, but the air in the countryside and mountains is clean, which illustrates this truth.

It's a pity that Luo Xue can't leave now, and can't find a place with beautiful mountains and rivers to practice.

She also has no interest in going to the deep mountains to be an "idle person" who only knows how to practice, practice hard for decades, and then die silently.

So what is the point of practicing?
Since you can't live forever, you just want to live a life of prosperity and wealth.

The next day, Luo Xue got up very early and cooked a pot of porridge with the specially bought millet, adding some red dates and wolfberries to the porridge.

Similarly, in the process of cooking porridge, she also uses spiritual power to cook porridge with slow fire.

After the porridge was ready, Luo Xue picked up a soaked radish and cut it into diced radish, then knocked on the door and called Luo Yan up.

Very good, there is no redness and swelling on the face, the cracked corner of the mouth has healed, and the black and swollen eye sockets have returned to normal.

Looking at it this way, Luo Yan is more than a thousand times more handsome.

Luo Xue looked at Luo Yan in front of her, and gradually overlapped with the blurred younger brother in her memory.

With a height of 1.7 meters [-], a short cropped head, long arms and long legs, he exudes the unique youthful atmosphere of young people.

The delicate and handsome face is inherited from Zhang Wanrong, and the sword eyebrows and star eyes are the symbols of the Luo family.

Such a young man has the appearance of a Pian Pianjia son, but he does not live up to the name "Luo Yan".

No wonder this guy has been liked by girls since he was a child, and it's not without reason that he was squeezed out by boys.

Luo Yan yawned and went into the bathroom to wash up, a moment later there was a surprised roar from the bathroom.

After a while, he came out of the bathroom.

"Sister, the wound on my face is healed."

Luo Xue was holding a bowl of porridge, eating diced radish slowly, and looked up.

"Well, all right."

Luo Yan sat down across from her, looking eager to talk, smelling the aroma of millet porridge at the tip of her nose, she picked it up and licked it into her mouth without saying a word.

The millet porridge was too hot, but Luo Yan couldn't bear to spit it out, and exhaled into her mouth, calling it hot again and again.

After swallowing the porridge in his mouth, he remembered what he was about to say just now: "I mean, how can my wound heal?"

"Yeah, why?"

"..."

Luo Yan was silent for a moment, seeing her sister's extremely perfunctory expression, she shook her head feebly.

"Oh, I'm in good shape, so I'll be fine soon."

(End of this chapter)