Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter

In this way, the toxin will circulate along the meridians of the whole body, eroding his internal organs again.

And she had to repeat the method a year and a half ago, massage the acupoints with spiritual power, drive the toxins to his fingertips bit by bit, and squeeze out the poisonous blood.

It is easy to get rid of poisonous blood, but it is difficult to recover the wasted time.

In a year and a half, the little prince not only failed to heal, but suffered more torture.

She couldn't imagine how painful and desperate a young child would be when he learned that his legs could not walk.

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The mountains and forests are not a good place to do a body massage to get rid of toxins.

She couldn't bear to refuse the little prince's plea, and couldn't bear to lose the brilliance of the stars in those eyes full of expectation.

The dexterous hands subconsciously held his right leg and gave him a simple massage.

For her now, the spiritual power stored in her dantian is more than double that of a year and a half ago, which can last longer, expel toxins, and suppress physical ailments.

The gentle spiritual power, along the dexterous fingertips, escapes into the acupuncture points, travels along the limbs, repairs the damaged meridians, and expels the toxins in the blood.

Consuming half of her spiritual power, she massaged all the acupuncture points on his legs, and her forehead was covered with sweat.

He took out the silver needle from the storage ring, pinched his fingertips carefully, and squeezed out three drops of black poisonous blood.

Sensing the tingling pain from her fingertips, her delicate body shivered visibly.

The soft and cute little Mengbao is very strong, resisted not to hum, but shrugged tremblingly, showing a look of wanting to cry.

"Xuan'er, okay, let's go home and sleep at night, and my sister will give you a massage."

Su Qingluo pinched his pink face and cheeks affectionately, expressing her appreciation, stood up with her soft and cute body in her arms, climbed up the ditch wall, and blew a loud whistle.

The sound of horseshoes rattling from far to near, Hongzao heard the call, ran back from the forest by himself, and rubbed her arm affectionately.

"Jujube, let's go, let's go home."

Su Qingluo jumped onto the horse's back with the little prince in his arms, hugged her soft and cute body, grabbed the reins tightly, and patted the horse's head.

When Hongzao heard the order, he neighed happily, and ran forward along the path home by himself.

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Sunset on the west mountain, the sunset glows red in the sky.

The men who went out to work and hunt returned one after another.

The hunters went down the mountain in twos and threes. When they passed the village entrance, they greeted the villagers who were waiting here as usual, chatted about the harvest of the day, and then went home with their prey on their backs.

Su Hu, Gai Feng, Ji Yu, Wang Meng, the team of four who returned with a full load was particularly conspicuous.

Gale winds and rain are highly skilled in martial arts, and small-scale hunting is no problem, and birds and beasts can be easily captured.

Since the two of them came to Woniu Village and accompanied Su Hu to go hunting in the mountains, the little kingfisher was obviously much more relaxed, and didn't need to bother and expel the prey to throw themselves into the net.

Wang Meng was born with supernatural powers. Although he was only an eight-year-old boy, he sprinted so fast that he was far ahead of his peers. He had already reached Su Hu's shoulders. He walked side by side with him. He looked like a father and son.

The four of them carried baskets full of prey, and each of them carried a pheasant. Their vigorous steps attracted people's attention.

"Huzi, today is another bumper harvest."

The old village head knocked on his cigarette bag and smiled, and kept looking at Gai Feng and Ji Yu with admiring eyes.

"Hey, good luck."

Su Hu grinned silly and cheerfully, took the pheasant from Haifeng's hand, and stuffed it into the arms of the old village chief.