The Strongest Violent Soldier Chapter 1487: What do you look like
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The pill melts in the mouth.
The young girl's slender white hands flicked on Wang Meng's chest, and the true energy guided the melted liquid medicine to flow down.
The girl's little hands wandered around Wang Meng's body, and the liquid medicine flowed through her body.
"It's your turn!" The girl with sweaty nose suddenly straightened up and said to the old man. Then sit in a chair to adjust your breath.
"Ah? It's me? I want my old man to do it himself? Who is he? How can he be worthy of the old man's shot? Who is the old man? Who in the world does not know who does not know?" The old man was not happy at the time. NS.
"A mending mower, what's the air? If you don't do it, I will give you fried rice with corpse oil in the future." The girl said lightly.
Wow!
The old man almost vomited, but hurried to work. The girl has a hot temper, but she can do it.
I saw that the old man took out the needle and thread and threaded needles and threads on Wang Meng's body, sewing and mending. Soon Wang Meng's body was densely packed with threads. This is repairing the tendons and connecting the broken tendons in series.
This is definitely an advanced technology.
The needle is longer than the silver needle, and the thickness is about the same, but with a hook on the front, like an embroidery needle. That thread was not an ordinary thread, it was actually a silky green thread.
Every time a needle is threaded, there will be a sparkling flow on the needle and the thread.
This is the true spirit of the old man.
This is a unique skill, the rare mastiff in the world.
The mender is also called the seamstress, the second cobbler. Good people don't want to do it, but people can't do it.
Furthermore, facing all kinds of horrible corpses with broken arms and missing bodies, there are few capable of doing this.
As time passed, this unpopular industry ended, and this craft was lost.
The ancient martial arts world is an ancient world, but only the grandfather and grandson are left with this craft.
The old man is called Bailao, and the girl is his granddaughter-Bailing.
The ancient martial arts world is a world where the weak and the strong eat the strong, and there are constant battles. There are many dead. The rich hope that the corpses of their dead relatives will be intact. Therefore, Bai Lao has no worries about business.
Actually, Bai Lao’s family handicraft can not only mend the dead, but also mend the living.
But from the very beginning, Bai Lao only put the dead to death, not the livelihood.
So no one knows the secret that he can cure people.
This is also to avoid trouble. After all, there are many enemies in the living, and if you save him, the enemy will hate the rescuer.
The dead body repaired by Bai Lao, if only the parts are separated or finely divided, but as long as there are no missing parts, after the repair, it will be the same as a complete one. Even the wound does not exist.
So, Broad charges are expensive. Because, he is also repairing with infuriating energy. And his medicine, his line, fraud is very high. It is also very rare.
Bailing, slightly inferior.
The smelly pills that Bai Lao gave to Wang Meng were actually for the dead. After eating, they softened the body and stimulated the vitality of the body. Only in this way can the wound of the mutilated corpse heal.
But if the dead eat it, the vitality can only be temporarily preserved. But if a living person eats it, it will stimulate the vitality of the limbs and speed up recovery.
To put it plainly, this is the healing medicine.
But outsiders don’t know.
"The new bone is regenerated, the muscles and veins are connected, and the five internal organs are in place. Finished living!" Bai Lao finished work, still full of energy, which shows that he has a deep foundation.
Bailing closed his eyes and adjusted his breath without speaking.
Belarus said to Braun, "Don't you want to cook for Grandpa? Grandpa is hungry."
"His soul was severely damaged." Bai Ling closed his eyes and said lightly.
"What? Girl? Do you want the old man to mend his soul? Are you kidding? Once the soul-filling skills are exposed, will we still have a peaceful life?" Bai Lao jumped up again.
The grandson's female character is very cold, but her heart is surprisingly kind. However, this craft must not be exposed. Even the craftsmanship of repairing living people should not be revealed.
"Save the people to the end, send the Buddha to the west. The merits are boundless." The girl said lightly.
"It's definitely not possible, you can't say anything. Who knows if he is a good person or a bad person?" Bai Lao decided not to do it.
"Will the bad guys be so bloody, so benevolent?" Bai Ling still said with a cold face in a calm voice.
"I would rather eat fried rice with corpse oil, and the old man would not do it!" After Bai Lao finished speaking, he turned around angrily and walked out.
Bai Ling opened his eyes, looked at Wang Meng who was in a coma, and sighed. She knew that grandpa was doing her well, and this soul-filling skill must not be exposed, otherwise, trouble would follow.
Bai Ling checked Wang Meng's injury on one side, then covered Wang Meng with a quilt, and went to cook for the old man. Of course, it will not be fried rice with corpse oil.
One month has passed.
Under Bailing's meticulous care, the broken bones on Wang Meng's body regenerated, and the broken muscles and veins slowly healed.
Just, still unconscious.
Wang Meng's soul is too traumatized. Very serious overdraft, already dilapidated.
Wang Meng actually recovered unconsciously.
Natural exercises are omnipotent. It just takes time.
Dao Zong was in great chaos at this time, because the little ancestor was in a bad mood, so he looked for people everywhere to discuss and beat everyone. There are countless injured disciples.
A disciple who has been able to beat Xian'er, but because he didn't dare to do anything against an elder-level disciple. The only ones who can't be beaten are those who are beaten.
Tao Zong and everyone are afraid to avoid it.
Where the little ancestor passed, there is no grass, and the souls are far away.
Shangqingzi and a few elders are dying.
Ding Ling Ling Ling, Xian'er Remote Sensing Bell does not leave her hand, hoping to call Dao brother.
But every time, I didn't get a response.
Xian'er is very sad, so she beats others when she is sad.
Bailing sat in the yard, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, with a look of yearning.
Brael was lying on the rocking chair with his eyes closed and basking in the sun, but his divine consciousness was watching Braun.
He knew what Bai Ling was thinking.
How old is Bailing? It was when I was young, I yearned for freedom, and I yearned for experience and turmoil when I passed away. This is the dream of every young man in the ancient martial arts world.
However, the father is not worried about the safety of his granddaughter, and Bailing can't let go of the father.
Suddenly, Bai Lao saw tears in her granddaughter's eyes.
Bao Lao, my heart hurts.
"Miss your parents?" Bai Lao opened his eyes.
"If our craft can make up for our lives, it will be fine." Bailing said without denying it, wiping away tears.
Bailao was about to put his granddaughter in danger, when the courtyard door was knocked suddenly.
Bailing got up and opened the door.
A man dressed up as a housekeeper and a few people dressed up as a housekeeper came.
He was very polite and came to take away the repaired corpse.
After examining the repaired corpse, the fat butler praised him, and after paying the spirit stone, he took the corpse and left.
Belao stayed on the rocking chair and didn't move.
Bai Ling closed the courtyard door and walked directly to Wang Meng's room.
The old man stretched out his hand: "Lingshi."
Feelings, it's the old man who manages the accounts.
My parents also settled accounts.
"You owe me ten years of wages, and now I want it. These can only be worth one year." Bai Ling said coldly.
"You dead girl, what does my old man want money for and Lingshi for? When I die, the wealth will not be yours? Are you going to use it for that kid?" The old man glared at him with an angry beard.