C71 Let the Dragon Bleed

Hsiao Hee touched the soup with his finger and took it out to have a look.

The quality of the product was extremely accurate. It seemed that Yaolyi was not sloppy in this aspect.

With the realm of the Dragon King, the ratio of Foundation Elixir to water needed to be 1: 1 to achieve the desired results.

Thus, there were dozens of medicine jars placed behind Hsiao Hee.

"Be careful."

Hsiao Hee reminded Ye Zichen in a deep voice. Then, he started to pour the medicinal soup into the wooden barrel one by one.

At the same time, he dipped his hand into the hot water and, with a jolt, deflected the medicinal soup, dissolving it completely in the water.

"How do you feel?"

Hsiao Hee asked in concern without stopping.

The Dragon King shook his head with a bitter smile. His body had been dormant for nearly ten years now, but his muscles and tendons had shrunk by quite a bit. He wanted to bear the pain of ten thousand ants devouring his heart.

It had been a very, very long time since this body had moved. It had been a very long time since he had experienced pain. He had almost forgotten how wonderful that heart-wrenching pain was.

However, as the ratio of soup to water gradually equalized, the corner of Hsiao Hee's mouth slowly rose.

This is Foundation Elixir! Even a pig would have to cleanse its bones and transform into a spirit pig, much less a person with hidden injuries like you!

"Hiss —"

The Dragon King's face finally revealed a hint of pain. He inhaled a breath of cold air as he felt the millions of venomous insects and insects gnawing at his flesh.

Wait! Bite his own flesh?

"This old man, I can actually feel it?"

Feeling that heart-piercing pain, not only did the Dragon King not frown, he was also very happy. He turned his head and looked magically at Hsiao Hee.

"It was only because your Dantian was severely damaged and your meridians were broken that your Qi and blood were congealed and your spirit energy dispersed."

Hsiao Hee nodded with a smile and continued to explain, "As for what happens when your limbs gradually freezes and you lose the ability to move, that is only on the surface. The hidden injury to your Dantian is the key."

Hearing that, the Dragon King nodded. His attitude towards Hsiao Hee had changed once again. To be able to analyze his condition in such a orderly manner, he was truly a god.

Normally, when he was depressed or depressed, he would "only I know my body." He would lie to others and refuse to be treated.

However, this Hsiao Hee actually understood the injuries on his body more than he did. It really made him shocked.

"My Foundation Elixir can cleanse the bones and reconstruct meridians. Not to mention you, it can even save someone whose meridians have been broken."

Hsiao Hee's words were filled with confidence as the Spiritual Energy in his hands began to condense.

Xuan Tian pointed with his finger, and with a "pu" sound, he pointed at a large acupoint on the Dragon King's back.

"Urgh …"

The Dragon King couldn't help but cry out in pain. The moment Hsiao Hee's finger landed, the millions of venomous insects all rushed towards this point and started to bite at it crazily.

It felt like a .56-caliber bullet from a 95-caliber rifle, piercing his chest from the back.

"Awesome!"

The Dragon King endured the pain and cried out, causing the windows to tremble.

As Hsiao Hee and Xuan Tian's fingers landed on his back again and again, he felt like he was standing in a storm of bullets.

Outside the room, in the courtyard.

Yaolyi, Wiesen and the rest were standing there anxiously. Even the slovenly old man, who was lying leisurely on the bamboo chair, was sitting upright.

The dragon king is receiving treatment, whether it works or not, all depends on this afternoon!

However, they only heard a cry of pain from the Dragon King inside the house, followed by a loud shout of satisfaction!

After that, he endured the pain, giving people the feeling of being stabbed by knife and not making a sound.

"This …"

Wiesen and the rest looked at each other and looked worriedly at Yaolyi.

After all, she was the one who brought him here, so he should be trustworthy. However, this voice sounded as if the Dragon King was being slashed into thousands of pieces, causing their hearts to clench tightly in their throats.

Yaolyi pursed her lips. She was also confused. What the hell was Hsiao Hee doing inside? Could he really be mistreating his foster father?

Yaolyi thought to herself. The more she thought about it, the more likely it was that it would be possible. She hurriedly tried to sneak in through the door to take a peek.

She signaled Wiesen and the others not to make a sound. Her small hands gently pushed open the door, and then …

Then, the door was pushed open by Hsiao Hee.

Yaolyi bent down and pressed her body against Hsiao Hee's leg. She was shocked and immediately jumped up.

"You, you, you …"

Embarrassment was written all over her face. She held it in for a long time before she finally asked, "You, what do you need?"

"A knife!"

Hsiao Hee was completely focused on the Dragon King's treatment. He used the Mysterious Sky Finger to speed up the circulation of the Foundation Elixir and helped him break through a small part of the clot. He needed a knife to let the Dragon King bleed.

"What are you looking at?" Hold on tight! The sharper the knife, the better. I'll bleed him. "

Him?

Isn't that the Dragon King?

Behind him, Wiesen's eyeballs almost fell out of their sockets as he bled for the Dragon King. This was truly outrageous.

Whether this brat truly did not know or was faking it, he had personally wrenched off the head of anyone who caused the Dragon King to bleed.

"You, are you serious?"

Yaolyi was a little dazed. She had never expected that after muffled cries of pain, this fellow would still want to bleed her foster father.

"Get out of the way, I want to see my foster father!"

"Get lost!"

Hsiao Hee glared at them and flung his right hand out of thin air. Yaolyi and the others who were charging forward were instantly pushed back by an invisible force.

Right now, the Dragon King was in an excellent healing state. If he missed this time, the Dragon King's meridians would once again go silent. It would be even harder to release blood than ascending to the heavens.

"Knife, brazier!"

Hsiao Hee instructed and his gaze fell on Wiesen and the rest, "Why aren't you going!?"

Wiesen and the rest were still hesitating. This brat wanted a knife and a brazier, he couldn't be planning to kill the Dragon King, right?

"Do as he says!"

At the door, the old man on the bamboo chair looked at Hsiao Hee. After a long time, he turned around and continued to lie down.

"Yes …"

Seeing the old man speak, Wiesen and the others immediately stood at attention. After performing a standard military salute, they hurriedly went down to prepare.

Hsiao Hee took a glance at the entrance of the courtyard and retracted his gaze to look at Yaolyi.

"Don't worry, he's Big Brother's master. I won't harm him."

Yaolyi nodded. In the end, she didn't say anything and gave up on the idea of forcing her way in.

Hsiao Hee placed the sharp knife in his hand on the brazier and roasted it until it turned red.

Cultivators of the Foundation Establishment stage had skin and flesh far beyond that of ordinary people. If they didn't do this, they wouldn't be able to bleed.

"Make your move!"

The Dragon King's eyes were filled with determination. His body, which had originally lost all feeling, reacted once again, and this time it was filled with joy.

Hsiao Hee nodded. The red-hot knife in his hand slashed at the Dragon King's chest, instantly tearing apart the flesh beside his heart.

"Pu ci!"

A stream of black blood gushed out of the Dragon King's chest and flowed into the medicinal bath.

The soup seemed to have a mind of its own as it instantly jumped into the cut on Hsiao Hee's skin and crazily drilled into it.

"Hiss —"

Even as a tyrant, the pain was unbearable.

Beads of sweat began to appear on the Dragon King's forehead, followed by a painful howl.

"Uh, ah —"