"Let's start." Leng Yan sat opposite Luo Ning and said with a smile.

"But I see how you look now..." Luo Ning looked at Leng Yan worriedly, before he finished speaking, Leng Yan interrupted with a smile, "I'm fine, don't worry. "

Seeing that Leng Yan persisted, and it seemed that there was nothing serious about it, Luo Ning nodded in agreement, and then this time the poison treatment began.

Taking a deep breath, Leng Yan pressed his hand on the third bud of the Senluo Bone Ghost Face Flower in Luo Ning's abdomen, and suddenly a thick black, like water breaking a bank, poured into his body through Leng Yan's fingers .

This black mist is very thick, as black as ink, it wraps Leng Yan's palm and fingers in an instant, and spreads towards Leng Yan's body with a turbulent posture. [

Just a touch, Leng Yan's body trembled, according to an unprecedented danger and evil sweeping over, the black mist transformed from poisonous gas entered the body, and immediately spread towards his whole body.

Leng Yan tried his best to run the "Qi" in his body to dissolve this poison, but it was futile. Facing the poison rushing in, Leng Yan was like a flat boat facing the huge waves in the sea, It was like a piece of rag caught in a strong wind, and was instantly obliterated in it.

Chi Chi Chi!

Subtle and imperceptible sounds were mixed with the sound of hunting clothes.

If one could see through Leng Yan's clothes, one would be able to see the skin on his back, silently cracking countless tiny lines, as if being randomly cut by sharp knives on his back.

The wound on the back, from any tiny place, spread outward like a spider web. In the blink of an eye, there were hundreds of cracks on Leng Yan's back, and the cracks were increasing at a faster speed...

A touch of pain flashed in Leng Yan's eyes, his eyes became brighter and more persistent, the corners of his lips curled into a stubborn arc, his whole body felt like being cut by a sharp knife from the inside out. Shaking slightly in pain.

The fingers pressing Sen Luo Bone Ghost's mask on Luo Ning's belly also trembled slightly because of the severe pain.

"Leng Yan, how are you?" Luo Ning sensitively sensed the slight trembling, and she hurriedly asked. "It's okay!" Leng Yan tried to squeeze out a smile.

When he was grinning and speaking, the crack on his back, like a flood that had been released from the brakes, suddenly broke away from the control of his back and spread towards his limbs.

Limbs and limbs seemed to be cut by thousands of knives together, and the endless pain flooded him like a tide, making his mind dizzy for a moment, but his hands no longer had the intention to move, as stable as a mountain .

This process lasted for about ten minutes, and the pain devoured Lengyan's nerves all the time, causing countless small cracks to cover Lengyan's limbs, and all these were not without effect. After a lot of hard work, the ninth bouquet of Senluo Bone Ghost Face Flower on Luo Ning's belly finally bloomed slowly...

call!

After the ninth flower bloomed, Leng Yan let out a deep breath, sweating like rain, exhaustion and pain surrounded him, and he didn't even want to move his fingers.

Seeing Leng Yan like this, although he didn't see the crack on his back, Luo Ning still felt pity and pain in his heart, and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead for Leng Yan.

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