Chapter 364
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Without any hesitation, he popped the pill into his mouth. A strong medicinal taste spread in his mouth. It was a little fishy and bitter … but when it entered his throat, it tasted sweet.
He was curious. The medicine was clearly bitter, but why did it taste sweet?
Schilling's Shadow opened the needle bag. A row of silver needles of different sizes and thicknesses appeared before Young Master An and An Qing's eyes. Both of them were equally shocked. An Qing felt goosebumps on her scalp when she saw those silver needles.
Young Master An, on the other hand, was slightly fearful. He recognized these silver needles. Schilling's Shadow had immobilized him with just these silver needles.
He stared at them fearfully, as if he was worried that they would fly up and stab him at any moment.
"As long as you cooperate with me obediently, I promise that you won't be immobilized. But if you move recklessly, I can only …" She smiled at him apologetically.
Young Master An swallowed hard and nodded his head like an obedient child. "I understand, I understand." An Qing was dumbfounded.
If the Master and Madam saw this, they would definitely be scared silly.
All these years, when had Young Master ever shown that he was afraid of anyone? Miss Nine was quite capable.
Xi Nuoying pinpointed the acupoints on Young Master An's leg. Amidst the silence, the silver needles pierced into Young Master An's leg one by one. An Qing watched on with trepidation. She had no idea what would happen if Xi Nuoying pierced Young Master An's leg like this.
Thus, she could only watch from the side carefully and quietly.
After an hour, Schilling's Shadow put all the silver needles back into the bag.
"How is it? Can Young Master move his legs now?" An Qing asked impatiently. Her eyes were fixed on Young Master An's legs with anticipation.
Young Master An was also full of hope. Under An Qing's encouraging and excited gaze, he slowly moved his legs …
He didn't move at all!
Both of their expressions changed drastically. An Qing's face was filled with regret, while Young Master An's face turned ferocious as he roared furiously, "Scram! Both of you, scram!"
An Qing's face was filled with grief. "Young Master …" His tears were about to fall. Why did the heavens give the Young Master hope and then give him such heavy disappointment?
"Scram, scram …" He roared at the top of his lungs.
An Qing began to console him with all her might. Two voices intertwined in the room, but a slender red figure calmly put away the silver needles. Occasionally, she would raise her eyes to glance at them and speak coldly.
"What kind of show are you singing?"
Her voice was cold and carried a hint of a sneer. The two of them were slightly startled and turned to look at her at the same time.
"Excuse me, am I a Daluo Immortal?"
The two shook their heads vehemently. She was the Xi family's Miss Nine, Schilling's Shadow. She was a mortal, not a deity.
"Then is your leg an ordinary injury?"
The two of them shook their heads again. That was an old illness, a stubborn illness.
"You two idiots!" Xi Nuoying let loose a torrent of abuse. "Since I'm not a god, and your leg isn't a minor injury, how dare you expect me to wave a magic wand like a fairy and cast a spell, your leg will be healed with a wave of my hand?"
Huh?! She does have a point … The two of them were stunned by the roar and shook their heads subconsciously. They looked a little silly.
Schilling's Shadow retracted her gaze and in an instant, she turned back into the elegant young girl.
"I'll come back tomorrow for a follow-up. That's all for today."
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