Chapter 43: cold joke

Ling Bufan was scheming and saw the doorway.

"Yu'er, what did you add to your sesame paste?"

Ling Luoyu didn't answer directly: "Grandpa, second uncle, can you two trust me?"

"Is it necessary to say?!" Ling Yun glared at her strangely, and decisively ate the sesame paste.

Ling Luoyu took the empty bowl, his black eyes burning.

"Do you feel anything?"

"Feeling? Is it unpalatable?"

Ling Luoyu: "..."

Unexpectedly, the second uncle, who has always been unsmiling, has a humorous moment.

It's just that the joke is a bit cold.

Seeing Ling Luoyu's beeping expression on his face, Ling Yun laughed.

"Seriously, in addition to being unpalatable, it really feels a little bit..."

Ling Luoyu looked forward to staring: "What?"

"I'm not hungry anymore..."

Ling Luoyu: "..."

It's so bad!

She is very nervous here, and he still has such a mood.

Suddenly...

Ling Yunxi's smile abruptly stopped, and a pair of eyes looked at Ling Luoyu strangely.

She glared angrily: "How do you feel this time?"

"Ma... Sui Ma..."

Ling Yunxi suddenly bowed his head and looked at his leg.

Ling Bufan was still waiting to watch the excitement, but his son's gaze made his heart beat fiercely.

Since Ling Yunxi was injured, he has completely lost consciousness below the waist.

Even with a knife, he wouldn't have any perception.

"Yunxi!" His voice trembled, and he stepped forward quickly: "Where are you?"

"Foot... sole..." Ling Yunxi suddenly raised his eyes to look at Ling Luoyu: "Am I an illusion?"

"Is it an illusion? It's easy to identify..."

Ling Luoyu smiled wickedly, and pulled the hosta from the bun.

Flip the fingertips, and the hosta pierced Ling Yunxi's thigh.

Ling Yunxi's pupils shrank, but there was no word.

Ling Luoyu prodded all the way down his thigh, and when he hit his ankle, he suddenly took a breath.

"I seem to...feel..."

He hadn't been able to find the feet for many years, and now he was not sure whether this feeling came from his feet.

The wrist sank, and the tip of the hosta pierced the skin of Ling Yunxi's ankle.

The blood flowed out, Ling Yunxi's lips trembled.

"pain……"

Ling Bufan's feet trembled, his figure was unstable, he fell backward, and was quickly caught by Tao Ding's eyes.

"master!"

"It's okay..."

Ling Bufan waved his hands again and again, knelt down at Ling Yunxi's feet, shaking his old hand and pinched his instep.

"Yunxi...do you really feel it?!"

"Father!" Ling Yun sank his jaw, tears in his eyes: "I can feel...but it's very ethereal, as if there are many pieces of clothing..."

Ling Luoyu chuckles triumphantly: "This is because your veins have not been completely opened yet..."

Ling Bufan suddenly remembered the bowl of sesame paste, and quickly picked it up and smelled it.

Except for the faint smell of blood, there was no medicinal smell.

"Yu'er, what did you eat for your second uncle?"

"Point the scales and blood of the dragon armor..."

Ling Bufan was taken aback: "Dragon Armor...what is it?"

He knows a little bit about beasts, but he hasn't really heard of this thing yet.

"It is a kind of beast that lives in underground caves. Its whole body is albino, and its scales glow on its own. Its blood has the effect of life and death. The scales can resolve blood stasis... The second uncle just ate a piece of its scales and A little blood, so I have a little feeling..."