Heavenly Curse

Mu Yi's requirements soon came before him. In fact, with the power of the Su family, this thing really mattered, and even the quality of many things was far beyond Mu Yi's expectations.

Seeing this, Mu Yi was naturally overjoyed.

Later, Mu Yi asked Su Chongshan to convene the crowd, but there were actually only five of them, Su Chongshan, his son Su Jun, Su Yingying, and Su Jinlun and Zheng Zicong.

After this preparation time, whether Su Jun, Su Jinlun, or Zheng Zicong, the look of Mu Yi has changed. After all, the situation of Mrs. Su can't hide from them. Although she hasn't woke up, the situation is already in Quickly improved, even the famous doctors who were invited were even surprised.

And all this is because of Mu Yi, and even Su Yingying did not hide what happened in the house at that time.

Therefore, Su Jun no longer despise because of Mu Yi's age, Su Jinlun is full of gratitude, but Zheng Zicong's expression is the most complicated, and there are even some astonished.

"Although the old lady's situation has been restrained, if you want to solve it thoroughly, you need help." Looking around for a week, Mu Yi naturally looked at Zheng Zicong's expression.

"In spite of what the Minister has ordered, as long as it can wake up the mother, no matter how much it costs, I will do my best." Su Jun said hurriedly, which can make up for the previous neglect.

"That's right, Chief Dao also please speak frankly." Su Zhongshan nodded, it was a final word.

"The so-called yin and yang are separated, and the blood is connected, so I need to use the blood of the descendants of the old lady's blood as a medicine to refine the rune." Mu Yi said directly.

"Master Dao, use my blood." Su Jun said immediately, after all, as a son, his blood is undoubtedly the closest.

"Director Dao, Yingying is willing." Su Yingying said softly.

"Director, Nylon is also willing." Su Jinlun also said later.

"Everyone don't fight, let Zi Cong be the filial piety for his grandmother." Seeing that everyone had already stated his position, Zheng Zicong also hurriedly said, anyway, he is also a grandson. The thought in his heart, even if he really needs to use blood, he will certainly not turn on him, so there is no pressure to show loyalty.

Mu Yi watched Zheng Zicong suddenly smiled meaningfully, the latter suddenly felt a numbness in his back, and the words that had come to his mouth stopped abruptly.

"Mr. Su doesn't have to. Although you are the old lady's son, after all, you are a little older and your blood is not at its peak. It is not of much benefit to the old lady's situation. As for Miss Yingying, because she is a female dependent, she is overcast. It is not suitable for the situation of the old lady. "Mu Yi commented one by one, and finally focused on Su Jinlun and Zheng Zicong.

"When Su Gongzi and Zheng Gongzi were in the same year, they had the most vigorous blood, and they were the direct blood relatives of the old lady. If they would, they would be the best."

Hearing Mu Yi's words, Su Jinlun was naturally overjoyed, while Zheng Zicong shuddered, and his smile was a little stiff.

At this time, Su Zhongshan glanced at the two of them, and said directly, "Then you have worked **** Nylon and Zicong."

"Dare, this is what Grandson should do." Su Jinlun said immediately.

"As long as I can help my grandmother, it is willing to sacrifice no matter how big Satoshi is." Zheng Zicong said with a smile.

Mu Yi was also not polite, came straight to the two with the two bowls in his hands, and by the way revealed his arms. "Fu Fu before was also made from my own blood, and it wasn't intended to hit you."

Mu Yi said that, whether it was Su Zhongshan or Su Jun, his face was a little moved.

As for Su Jinlun, he said nothing, took the bowl in Mu Yi's hands and went to the side.

Zheng Zicong took a deep look at Mu Yi's wrist. Seeing that there was oozing blood on it, it didn't seem to be a fake. The resistance in his heart was also eliminated. Knowing that Mu Yi did not intentionally embarrass him, he even felt relieved. .

"Tao Chief Gao Yi, I should do my filial piety as a junior," said Zheng Zicong, who also took another bowl.

When the two blooded to the side, Su Zhongshan looked at Mu Yi and asked, "What else is there for the Taoist Master? The old man let his men prepare."

"There is no shortage of things, but as far as possible to keep the family members away from home tonight, it is best to put more torches in the yard. In addition, I will specially make a rune stick on the bed of the old lady. As a result, the trail is not 100% sure. It all depends on God's will. "Mu Yi said slowly, pondering for a moment.

"Dao Dao rest assured, next I will arrange immediately, everything has a Dao Dao." Su Chongshan said deep gratitude to Mu Yi, both grateful and please.

"In the matter of my mother, I also asked the Taoist Minister to take care." Su Jun also said later.

Su Jinlun and Zheng Zicong each put half a bowl of blood, and their faces became pale, especially Zheng Zicong, his body was shaky, and there was still a trace of fear in his eyes. Obviously, the experience of bloodletting was not so much to him happy.

It was Su Jinlun, who was incapable of continuing to play.

After all the people left, Mu Yi took the bowl of Zheng Zicong's blood and poured it into the flowerpot in the house, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, showing a hint of irony.

The need for blood is true, but it is not Zheng Zicong's, but Su Jinlun, a true direct grandson.

Moreover, Mu Yi has long discovered that Su Jinlun is a martial artist with a much stronger physique than ordinary people. He is also a virgin and full of vitality.

Next, Mu Yi studied ink with Su Jinlun's blood, and cinnabar was mixed with blood, revealing a strange light.

Yellow paper is the finest Su paper. It feels greasy but not soft. It looks like a girl's skin, which is many times better than Mu Yi bought before.

The pen is obviously a brush with a few years of age. The wood texture is tight and a bit of Venus decoration. It should be a pen stem made of red sandalwood. A hazy white light came out.

Even if this pen was not used by Daru, it would definitely not be worse if I wanted to come.

The town ruler is in the same vein with the pen. There is no complicated pattern, but a few times on the top with a carving knife to outline a magnificent mountain and river. If it is not Mu Yi's eyes, it is difficult to find the simple little character in the corner: Gu.

When everything was ready, Mu Yi took a deep breath, held the pen intently, imagined the feeling in the morning, and then flicked his wrist gently.

"Brush!"

A quiet rubbing sound sounded in the quiet room, with a certain flavor, sounded more like a enjoyment, and the appearance of Mu Yi Ning Shen is easy to let people ignore his age, without any slight violation.