Lord, you stepped on my tail

Chapter 50 What is the black spot on his palm?
"Hurry up and wipe off the drool, don't forget that you are a little female cat!"

Feng Qi's head was covered with black lines immediately, and he protested: "Grandma, can you stop appearing so silently? Scary people!"

The old woman raised her eyebrows lightly, and said in a strange way: "Why, did you bother you to look at the beautiful man?"

"Grandma! How can I!"

Feng Qi pouted.

Then the old woman came over, lowered her eyes, cast a casual glance at Si Chen who was sleeping, and said, "It's really so beautiful, no wonder it can take your soul away."

In the eyes of the weasel, the soul of the civet had been seduced by Si Chen as early as 13 years ago.

That's why she said this to Feng Qi.

But Feng Qi wasn't really seduced by his soul.

She just looked at the handsome man and didn't mix personal emotions at all.

Looking at beautiful men doesn't break the law, and you don't need to be responsible, so why not do it!

At this moment, the thin lips of the handsome man on the bed moved slightly, as if he was talking in his sleep.

Feng Qi hurriedly put his ear close to Si Chen's mouth, and vaguely heard him say: "Dragon... pulse... dragon... pulse..."

Feng Qi frowned, and repeated: "Dragon pulse?"

The old woman came to the front with a cane, and naturally listened to the words, and couldn't help but sneered: "Hey, you still want to find the dragon's veins with this little ability? You really overestimate your capabilities!"

Feng Qi then turned to look at the old woman, and asked suspiciously: "Grandma, where is the dragon vein?"

The old woman glanced at Feng Qi, and naturally knew the purpose of her asking this question, but she didn't point it out.

Then he pretended to be mysterious and said: "Everything in the world depends on chance, where is it, who will find it, and who can say for sure?"

It was obvious that grandma didn't want to talk more about dragon veins with her, so Feng Qi wisely didn't continue this topic.

Just as he was about to ask his grandma when Si Chen's fever would subside, a painful scream suddenly came from the bed.

"what--"

Feng Qi looked at Si Chen suddenly, and saw that he was sleeping in pain, his whole body was tense, the veins on his forehead were exposed, and he was sweating profusely.

"Grandma, what happened to him?"

The old woman did not immediately respond to Feng Qi's question, but stared at Si Chen with a pair of amber pupils.

After observing Si Chen for a while, he came to the bedside, then took his hand and opened the tightly clenched fingers.

On the palm of his hand, a black spot suddenly appeared, as if ink had seeped out from under the skin.

The astonishment in the old woman's eyes was fleeting.

After a while, he tapped Si Chen's palm lightly with his index finger, and the black spot was immediately suppressed, became lighter and lighter, and finally disappeared.

Without the dark spots, Si Chen, who was still in pain just now, gradually regained his composure.

Feng Qi witnessed this process and couldn't help asking: "What is this?"

"poison gas."

Feng Qi still wanted to speak again, but the old woman said one step ahead of her: "It's getting late, you should go to bed early."

After the words fell, the old woman turned and left the cabin.

Feng Qi looked at the back of the old woman leaving, and then at Si Chen whose face had regained his composure, and finally, his eyes fell on his hands.

Feng Qi involuntarily took Si Chen's hand and looked at it carefully.

The black spot was gone from his hands.

But Feng Qi recalled the situation just now, but felt that grandma was weird. Could it be that the black spot is not as simple as poisonous gas?
If not poisonous gas, what would it be?

Just as she was lost in thought, Feng Qi's hand was suddenly held back with force.

(End of this chapter)