House Management Chapter 2200: One missing

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"Huh..." Paris snorted softly, and didn't say anything else. After all, a lot of words were stopped, so I couldn't say more.

She was lying on the bed, her cheeks flushed, her eyes staring at Zhang Yu, her breathing gradually became short. Her eyes gradually became charming and tender.

Zhang Yu looked a little bit uncomfortable, but he still sat down by the bed generously, but this time he sat down with his back facing Paris.

"Don't drink if you can't drink." Zhang Yu said deliberately.

"It's not that people can't drink, they often drink. Who knows that you guys don't understand at all. Drinking is like drinking water. How can XO drink like you..." Paris slowed down Said.

"What kind of sentiment is necessary for drinking, that is, drinking... This wine has a little stamina anyway, but it's okay..." Zhang Yu said casually.

"Just you can drink it, okay..." Paris curled her lips, and moved her arms vigorously to move her body up, and her lower leg was on the bed.

Paris then put a foot on Zhang Yu's waist, Zhang Yu of course could feel it, frowned and said, "What are you doing with a moth?"

"What is a moth?" Paris can't understand these words. After all, this is a domestic room. Paris's Mandarin is good, but she can only talk normally.

"Yao Mozi is... nothing to look for..." Zhang Yu said.

"Who is okay to look for trouble... By the way, what are you doing with your back to me, don't you know, it's impolite to speak with your back to someone..." Paris said solemnly.

"I sit so hard, I can't sit sideways, right?" Zhang Yu said, turning his body halfway and looking at Paris. He wanted to say ‘that’s not good enough’, but before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw that there was a fist-sized red on the top of Paris’s right knee.

Paris was wearing a skirt. She was lying on the bed, and the skirt that was not long would inevitably go up and down, which exposed most of her white thighs.

This abrupt red color is really surprising. In my impression, Paris has no red birthmark on her leg.

"Ah..." There was a cry of pain.

This time, Zhang Yu saw that the red piece on Paris' right leg was festering at an extremely fast speed, and it became the same as before.

Paris also felt the pain, and sat up with her hands propped on her body. Don't look at her before, she could still chat and laugh with Zhang Yu, and she didn't care. But when she saw the fester on her leg, there was also a look of fear on her face.

"Again, here again..." Paris said worriedly.

"It's okay..." Zhang Yu immediately stood up and took out two evil spirits from his arms.

"Puff Puff" twice, the talisman paper ignites and turns into talisman gray.

Zhang Yu handed the talisman ash in his left hand to Paris, "eat it!"

Seeing Zhang Yu's hand stretched out, Paris was at ease again in an instant. She knew very well that with this man, she would be fine.

With this peace of mind in her heart, Paris’s little mouth was pouted again. She did not pick up the ash from Zhang Yu’s hand. She simply grabbed the back of Zhang Yu’s hand and sent it to her mouth, and then put the talisman Ash licked his mouth.

Licked Fu Hui off, Paris's eyes were tactfully and charmingly, and Zhang Yu gave Zhang Yu a look.

"You are in a really good mood..." Zhang Yu said.

"Anyway..." Paris said with a smile.

She originally said, ‘I can’t die anyway’, but before finishing her words, the Fu Hui on Zhang Yu’s right hand pressed against Paris’s leg.

With a "chirp", green smoke rises.

Paris was caught off guard, she let out an "uh" in her mouth, and then stared at Zhang Yu, "You fellow, you can't say a word before you start!"

"Isn't this the next move...you haven't prepared yet..." Zhang Yu curled his lips and looked at Paris's thigh.

The festering skin is as intact as before, turning white.

It's just that Zhang Yu is wondering, before this fester, Paris's leg was first covered with a red mark, what's the matter?

Whether it was the festering corpses that I saw before, or the little girl Zhang Yinling, Zhang Yu didn't see the moment the fester started. This is the first time I have seen what is wrong with it.

Zhang Yu knows that there must be a reason for people's illnesses, even if it is a drop of the head, something must be discovered in the body. But this kind of ulceration, there is no problem in the body, it is incredible.

Zhang Yu looked at it carefully. Paris wanted to talk, and it was obvious that Zhang Yu's eyes were wrong, so she followed Zhang Yu's eyes and looked over. Seeing Zhang Yu staring at her thigh, Paris knew that there was the injury, and wondered that Zhang Yu was studying her symptoms, but she didn't say anything.

Unconsciously, Zhang Yu watched it for two minutes. Zhang Yu still didn't notice anything, and simply reached out and touched it.

In his eyes, Paris is a patient, and Zhang Yu is like a doctor, purely examining the patient.

Paris's legs are really white, but they are slightly rough. Fortunately, they are cultivated. They are better than the skin of ordinary white women. Paris still didn't say a word, just looking at Zhang Yu. Seeing that Zhang Yu could touch her for a minute, making her legs feel a little itchy, Paris deliberately said with dissatisfaction: "I haven't touched enough yet?"

"Where I am touching, it is routine inspection." Zhang Yu said quickly.

"Check...then what did you check?" Paris asked deliberately.

"We haven't checked it out yet." Zhang Yu said.

"Do you want to continue checking?" Paris said with a small smile.

"I never said it." Zhang Yu shook his head quickly.

"Can you be a little emotional..." Paris gently lifted her left leg.

The surface of her left foot was stretched straight, and she slowly lifted Zhang Yu's chest. In her opinion, Zhang Yu's hobby seemed a little different, probably because she liked her feet.

Zhang Yu hurriedly took a step back and said anxiously: "What are you doing with a moth?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhang Yu's eyes fell on Paris's feet, and he found out that something was wrong. I have just seen Paris's feet, there are three red moles on the feet, but now, it has become two.

"I think it's okay..." Seeing Zhang Yu say this again, Paris felt a little unhappy. She was already proactive enough. You guys are too confused.

Only when she spoke, she discovered that Zhang Yu's eyes had been fixed on the soles of her feet.

Paris was overjoyed and said to herself: "It turned out to be a pretense. When I saw my feet, it was immediately different..."

She didn't simply retract her foot, she just held it up like that, wanting to see Zhang Yu's next move.

Zhang Yu was indeed attracted by her feet, to be precise, the two red moles on her feet. Zhang Yu grabbed her foot, looked at it more carefully, and then asked: "On the sole of your foot, are there three moles or two moles?"

"What mole...Is there a mole on my foot..." Paris said with some confusion.

"You mean, there are no moles on your feet..." Zhang Yu asked again.

"No..." Paris was even more puzzled. She took her feet back from Zhang Yu's hands, sat up, bent her legs and looked at the soles of her feet.

When she saw the two moles on the soles of her feet, Paris was also taken aback, and said unexpectedly: "There are really two moles...I didn't seem to have..."

"You haven't..." Zhang Yu hesitated and said, "You know, when I just saw it, there were three moles on it. After a while, it turned out to be two. I thought I was dazzled."

"Then this mole...where did it come from..." Paris said suspiciously.

"This...I'm not sure now, but I suspect it must be related to your problem..." Zhang Yu said, grabbing Paris's foot, and pressing his hand to the red Above the mole.

These are just two red dots without any bumps. It feels no different from the normal skin under your feet. Paris didn't dare to laugh anymore and looked at Zhang Yu without saying a word. She herself understood that this was Zhang Yu's major discovery, and perhaps through this, she could heal the ulcer on her body.

Although Zhang Yu is there, nothing big will happen, but who can guarantee what it will be like after a long time.

Zhang Yu squeezed Paris's feet with two fingers. With his own observation, Zhang Yu gradually realized that the two red dots on Paris's feet looked like moles, but It's not, but blood. This blood is inside the skin and can be seen by the naked eye through the surface.

What is the connection between this and Paris's fester, Zhang Yu is still not sure, after all, he has never seen such a thing before.

After pondering for a while, Zhang Yu had a scrutiny and said: "Paris, since you can be sure that there were no red dots on your feet before, then I will take them out now to see if they are What."

"Hmm." Paris nodded without saying anything.

Zhang Yu walked to the closet, found a cupping pot from it, and returned to Paris's feet.

He put the cupping jar on the bed and took out the Seven-Star Knife from his arms. The small Seven-Star Knife didn't look very eye-catching. Who would have thought it was an extremely powerful magic weapon. Zhang Yu didn't take the silver needle because the two red dots were not on the acupuncture points. The silver needle was very thin and soft and could not pierce the skin at all.

Zhang Yu pierced the two red moles on the soles of Paris's feet with the tip of the seven-star knife, and red blood beads appeared inside. This is exactly what Zhang Yu thought.

Immediately, Zhang Yu could smell a faint odor, which came out of the blood.

"Sure enough..."

Human blood can only have a fishy smell, how can it be smelly when it comes up. Without negligence, Zhang Yu took out an evil-shielding talisman, shook his finger, and with a "poof", the talisman was lit.

Zhang Yu threw the evil charm into the jar, and when the flame was about to be extinguished, he pressed the cup on the sole of Paris's feet.

"Hmm!" Paris had been prepared, but when the cupping was pulled up, she couldn't help groaning in pain.

This is not an ordinary cupping. After the canister sucked the soles of the feet, two streams of blood spurted out directly from the soles of Paris's feet and burst onto the cans. Immediately afterwards, it was no longer blood flowing out, but white pus. The mixture of thick and blood makes the contents of the jar look very disgusting.

Paris's eyes were fixed on all this. The shocking scene made her forget the pain in her feet.

"This...what's going on..." Paris said tremblingly.

"Now I can't be sure what's going on, but if nothing else, after this treatment, you are likely to recover." Zhang Yu said confidently.

He had not been able to cure it before. At this moment, Zhang Yu thinks that the problem seems to be here.

"That's good..." Paris gasped heavily.

She then moved her gaze from her feet to Zhang Yu's face, with the corners of her mouth turned up, and said triumphantly: "I said, as long as you are there, I will be fine."

"Thanks." Zhang Yu said on his mouth, but his eyes didn't look at Paris, he still looked at Paris's feet.

Soon, Paris stopped bleeding and pus on the soles of her feet. Zhang Yu took the jar off, and when he smelled the inside, it was disgusting.

Paris also tightened her nose and said, "How did he get this kind of thing on my feet."

Zhang Yu was also puzzled. He was also wondering about this question. He pondered for a moment and said, "This should be similar to a spell that lowers the head, but does not attack the human soul. , Hidden here in the soles of the feet, it is impossible to detect. If I hadn't seen your feet, I would really not be able to find the key point."

"Heh..." Paris couldn't help but smile, and said: "So, if you keep staring at my feet, you still have done something."

"I stared at your feet because I just saw three moles under your feet, so I was a little curious." After Zhang Yu finished speaking, he stood up with the jar and walked towards the bathroom.

He feels at ease, even if he doesn't know how the other party gave Zhang Yinling and Paris this thing, but at least he can solve the problem by himself, and the skin on the person shouldn't fester anymore.

I can heal Paris, as well as Zhang Yinling.

Entering the bathroom, Zhang Yu flushed the pus and blood in the jar with water, poured it into the toilet, and then stood by the sink to wash his hands.

After washing twice, he suddenly saw that there was a black thing hanging on the clothes next to him.

"What is this?" He took a closer look, and then frowned, because he had already recognized that this was not Paris's black lace panties, or something.

"Why did he come to me to wash this..." Zhang Yu shook his head unconsciously.

But he immediately realized that something was wrong. Last night, Paris's **** were left here, remembering that when he answered the phone, he seemed to put things on the sink.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yu was sweaty again. Good fellow, it turned out that Paris found this when she went to the bathroom, and then she washed it.

What does this mean?

Zhang Yu suddenly thought, "Couldn't Paris also be thinking, what do I mean?"

While washing his hands, Zhang Yu didn't feel embarrassed to take his panties, and walked out of it pretendingly.

Seeing after him, Paris has changed positions, with her back leaning against the head of the bed, looking very leisurely, as if it were her own home. It just didn't take off clothes.