I have a promise with the beauty

Yang Qingshan has been missing for a week. He sat on the beach and thought about Yang Qingshan for a week. He touched his chest and found that the red palm prints there had faded away, leaving only shallow marks. He thought there would be more

It would be fine soon, but Yang Qingshan went to the hospital and didn't come back for seven days.

"Beast, don't let me catch you. I'll break your bones and turn you into ashes." Buchiyu viciously kicked the sand away from his feet, and the sand slid down his open feet.

"Brother Wu Eat Fish, we haven't seen you for a long time. Do you miss me brother?" Yang Qingshan held the medicine box and stood beside Wu Eat Fish in high spirits, silently.

"You, when did you come back?" Bu Shiyu was startled, took a step back, and looked at Yang Qingshan, who was dressed like a masseur, with a look of surprise on his face.

"Haha, I've been very depressed these days. It rained twice in a week, one for three days and the other for four days. I'm so sorry for my body. I'm so sick. I really want to eat something other than Brother Yu's food.

Sashimi, replenish your body." Yang Qingshan said with a smile.

"Speak humanly."

"This week, I will spend three days refining elixirs in Huatuo Hall, and four days doing massage and acupuncture at the bathing center."

"Hmph, I'm so idle." He rolled his eyes and said, pushing Yang Qingshan away and going to the store.

"Brother, if you don't eat fish, your old injuries can be healed. Do you want to try it?" Yang Qingshan shouted from behind.

"Can it really be cured?" No Fish stopped and asked in surprise.

"It's just theoretical." Yang Qingshan chuckled and patted the medical kit hanging on his shoulder.

This time the acupuncture was not on the rooftop of the seafood restaurant, but in the bathroom. Not eating fish looked dumbfounded as Yang Qingshan filled the bathtub with hot water, took out a small bottle from the medicine box, and poured out the

The fire-burning oil was continuously processed, and after a while, the hot red medicinal soup was rolling in the bathtub, like a burning cloud.

"This is the medicinal soup given by the old man. It is called fire oil. It is made from sixteen kinds of medicinal materials. It is effective for ordinary people and immortal cultivators. It can eliminate residual toxins in the body and strengthen the body. Do you think I am very good at it?

Refreshing? It’s all the effect of the fire-burning oil." Yang Qingshan said proudly.

"Fire-burning oil? I've heard of it. It's a very effective medicinal soup, and it's one of the few that can be used by ordinary people. However... it's just to remove poison from grains. It doesn't seem to have anything to do with me." No.

Chiyu said with a sullen face.

"Looking at your unhappy look, aren't I doing an experiment? Okay, the fire oil has melted. If you don't want to eat fish, please take off your clothes and take a bath." Yang Qingshan said with a evil smile, a pair of wolf-like eyes filled with thieves.

Light.

Not eating fish looked at Yang Qingshan coldly, then looked at the bubbling bathtub, feeling so depressed that he wanted to die.

"What should I do? Take off your clothes? Take off your clothes in front of this beast? Impossible!"

"What are you thinking about? Come on, we are all men, why should we be ashamed?"

"Ahem, this... you don't have to watch from the side."

"Of course I have to watch. I am a miracle doctor. I am responsible for every patient to the end, every bit and every drop..."

"Okay, I'll take a bath!" Not eating fish interrupted Yang Qingshan's narcissism. He raised his feet and reached into the bathtub. He squatted down and sank into the bubbling medicinal soup. His small eyes looked at Yang.

Qingshan sneered twice.

"Your sister."

Yang Qingshan felt contempt in his heart. He never thought that if he didn't eat fish, he would go to the bath with his clothes on. However, Yang Qingshan was not discouraged. He sat on the toilet, took the newspaper and started reading entertainment news.

"Isn't this the newspaper from last time? You didn't change it." Yang Qingshan shouted.

"No." He closed his eyes and responded calmly.

"Haha." Yang Qingshan giggled, put down the newspaper, and stared at the bathtub, his head that didn't eat fish exposed.

"A girl." Yang Qingshan sighed in his heart. If he doesn't eat fish, he is a girl, and his hair is shorter than Lu Yao's.

Looking at Buchiyu with his eyes closed, his face was as pale as snow as always. Even if it was blushing, it was only faint. A pair of long eyelashes could hold a toothpick. His straight nose was small and straight, and his lips were tight.

Tightly closed, the smooth neck reflects the light in the bathroom, and a large amount of sweat flows down, forming a beautiful picture against the backdrop of the fiery red medicinal soup.

"Gudong!" Yang Qingshan swallowed his saliva, walked over with squinted eyes, and whispered: "Stretch out your arms, the miracle doctor is going to take your pulse."

Don't Eat Fish was stunned for a moment, his eyelashes trembled, and his wet arms stretched out from the medicinal soup and placed them on the edge of the bathtub.

"Wet your body." Yang Qingshan looked at the long-sleeved shirt with moisture sticking to Buchiyu's slender arms. Although it was wrapped by the sleeves, the translucency made Buchiyu's already white and tender skin even more attractive.

people.

Yang Qingshan took a peek at the medicinal soup, trying to see how the fish's breasts were wrapped in gauze, but he failed. The medicinal soup was red and clear but strangely thick. He couldn't see it clearly, but he could vaguely see it.

A layer of white gauze is wrapped around the chest of the non-eating fish.

Yang Qingshan did not expose it, stretched out a finger and pressed it on his wrist, staring at the cute little hand in a daze.

Half an hour later, No Fish secretly opened his eyes to take a look, and said depressedly: "The fortune teller said that my palm was broken here and my life was very miserable. Does Yang Banxian have any better explanation?"

"Ahem, you're not seriously ill." Yang Qingshan coughed awkwardly.

"I know, get the needle quickly."

"Do you really want to be stabbed by your brother?"

"Go to hell."

"Haha." Yang Qingshan let go of his hand in embarrassment and said: "Judging from the pulse, your old injury has been slowly healing, but acupuncture alone is not enough, and it must be supplemented with pills. Unfortunately, my cultivation level is too low to refine it.

There is no elixir, but don't worry, I can let you practice again."

"Practice again?" Bu Shiyu's eyes widened, he shook his head in disbelief and said, "Haha, since I was rescued by the old man, I have spent six years trying to practice, but my cultivation is still a little bit low.

The reduction is impossible.”

"That's because you have too much murderous intention, and the old man is punishing you, but I am different. We are all young people and gay friends. My brother's love for you can completely support you regardless of your excessive murderous intention.

Yang Qingshan said softly.

"It's disgusting, tell me, what can I do?" He said with an annoyed look as he doesn't eat fish.

"My brother's white eyes are more charming than a woman's. If you don't eat fish, you were reborn in the wrong child." Yang Qingshan said seriously, and before he turned against him if he didn't eat fish, he quickly said: "A very simple method can make you in the wrong child."

Practice and recover."

"What is it?" As expected, Baoyu was attracted and asked nervously.

"Double cultivation?"

"Double cultivation? Impossible! I, I, I am a man, and so are you." Bu Shiyu shouted nervously, shaking his head, and his wet short hair spilled water drops.

"We are gay friends." Yang Qingshan said with a wicked smile.

"What on earth do you want to do? What do you know?" No Fish asked coldly.

Feeling the murderous intention of not eating fish, Yang Qingshan laughed and said: "I'm just kidding, I saw on the mantle of the old man that dual cultivation is a wonderful way of cultivation in the world of immortality. It can increase the speed of cultivation, and more importantly, it can be used to break through bottlenecks.

, a method of picking up yang and replenishing yin, gay friends really can’t do it.”

"Then what are you talking about?" Buqiyu said angrily.

"Are you kidding me? It's true. I'm just as angry as any woman." Yang Qingshan chuckled. He liked the look of being angry when he didn't eat fish the most. That kind of expression that wanted to get angry but didn't dare to get angry was so satisfying.

"Don't lie, you don't know how painful I am right now." Buchiyu said calmly.

"I'm sorry." Yang Qingshan said seriously. Although he couldn't feel the pain of not being able to practice without eating fish, he saw the calm face of not eating fish. For some reason, Yang Qingshan felt guilty and thought that he would be punished if he didn't eat fish.

He also stopped eating fish, so he said: "Acupuncture can help the six meridians."

"The six meridians of supernatural power? Impossible. Those are the meridians that can only be opened by the cultivation level above the Nascent Soul stage. They are opened one by one. Only when they are all opened at the Dacheng stage can they ascend. My current cultivation level has been reduced to Xiantian. My original cultivation level is

I'm only in the stage of concentration, do you think I can withstand the six magical meridians?" No Fish Eater said disdainfully.

"You have to bear it even if you can't bear it. I have a set of acupuncture techniques called Divine Vein Acupuncture, which can open any divine vein. However, there is a time limit. Once you open it, you can only persist for half an hour. During this half hour, you can practice

.”

"Do you really have such acupuncture skills?" I asked cautiously.

"Yes, yes, come." Yang Qingshan said, took out the cloth bag of silver needles, spread it out, and waved his hand. Thirty-six silver needles were suspended in the air, shining with dazzling silver light in the hot bathroom.

"Stand up, brother is about to get an acupuncture." Yang Qingshan said in a rippling voice, his eyes staring at the white shadow under the bath.

Not eating fish hesitated for a moment, hid in the medicinal soup, touched his chest with both hands, looked down at Yang Qingshan's lustful eyes, and thought to himself that Yang Qingshan really had that kind of hobby, it was too much, so he secretly lucked out and became hot

The medicinal soup became more hot, and soon, Yang Qingshan couldn't see anything clearly. He could only vaguely see Wu Yu standing up slowly.

"Acupuncture."

"Can't see clearly."

"Exercise your spiritual consciousness, understand?" Buchi said.

"Okay, brother, don't scream in the wrong place."

"Ah? Ah..."

Yang Qingshan controlled a silver needle and inserted it into a special acupuncture point on Buchiyu's body. Buchiyu let out a high-pitched moan with great pleasure, then blushed and closed his mouth tightly to make no sound, suffering unspeakably.

"What are you doing? I heard a strange noise." He chuckled as he deliberately knocked on the bathroom door.

"It's okay, sister, go and prepare dinner. I will finish the exercise here soon." Yang Qingshan shouted loudly.

"What? Oh, sister understands, haha, congratulations." He smiled at the boss and walked away happily.

"She misunderstood." Yang Qingshan said innocently.

"Forget it, the misunderstanding won't last for a day or two anyway." He said giving up.

Yang Qingshan smiled secretly, pulled out the needle that made the non-eating fish feel good, and then inserted thirty-six needles into the non-fishing body according to the magical needle. A majestic spiritual energy appeared in the bathroom, Yang

Qingshan took a step back in horror, sighing that this was the true cultivation of not eating fish, but this powerful spiritual power was fleeting.

"The concentration period, I miss it so much, but it's a pity that it can only last for one second. Thanks, I have half an hour to practice now." The man who doesn't eat fish said in a hoarse voice.