Chapter 148 Sweat
He held Chen He and stood by the bed, like a quiet jade sculpture.
In the cold palace, it was so quiet that the only sounds were the breathing of the three people and the occasional sound of wind blowing through the window.
The air was filled with a faint smell of blood and medicine.
Chu Yue moved.
Without any hesitation, she raised her hand, and several silver needles as thin as cow hair were already between her fingers.
The attack is as fast as lightning!
“Hmm!”
The first needle pierced into the fingertips of Xue Minglan's hand holding Chen He, the Ten Xuanxue acupoint.
The moment the needle tip penetrated, Xue Minglan's body jerked violently, and an extremely suppressed groan came from his throat.
The hand that was tightly gripping Shen He suddenly intensified in strength, almost crushing her wrist bones.
Shen He frowned slightly, but didn't even hum.
Chu Yue's expression remained unchanged, and she turned her wrist again.
The second shot, the third shot, the fourth shot...
The cold light flashed continuously, so fast that the trajectory was almost invisible.
Recognition is very accurate!
The silver needles accurately pierced the Yongquan acupoint on the sole of his foot and the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head.
With every needle landing, Xue Minglao's body felt like it was hit hard by an invisible hammer, causing him to convulse violently.
Veins bulged from his neck, and beads of cold sweat oozed from his forehead, sliding down his handsome pale cheeks.
He clenched his teeth tightly, making a teeth-aching sound, but he refused to say a word.
Those eyes were always fixed on Chen He, as if she was his only anchor in the endless pain.
Chen He's heart also tightened with each spasm.
Finally, Chu Yue picked up the last and longest silver needle.
Her expression was more solemn than ever before.
This time, she moved slower.
The needle tip was aimed at the Tanzhong point near Xue Minglan's heart.
This acupoint is the gathering place of vital energy. If you are not careful, you will die on the spot.
Chu Yue held her breath.
Her fingertips were so steady that it seemed as if she was holding up not a needle but a mountain.
His focused and calm look did not seem like he was saving someone, but rather like he was carving a most fragile piece of art.
What is required is extraordinary control and the courage to defy life and death.
"laugh--"
The silver needle slowly penetrates.
“Ugh—!”
A roar like a trapped beast, which could no longer be suppressed, exploded from the depths of Xue Minglan's throat!
At this moment, something strange happened!
I saw his naked upper body, and under the skin, those originally faint purple veins suddenly came alive!
They suddenly swelled up, their color became as dark as ink, and they twisted and jumped wildly.
It was as if countless purple snakes were struggling and crashing frantically under his skin, trying to break out of his body!
That scene was weird and scary!
Xue Minglan's muscles were stretched like iron blocks, and his body arched violently, as if he would be torn apart by that force in the next moment.
And the brutal strength with which he grasped Shen He's hand, in the midst of extreme pain, turned into an almost instinctive and desperate dependence.
There was a slight "crackling" sound from the wrist bone, as if it was about to be broken in the next moment.
Chen He's vision went dark due to the pain, and cold sweat instantly soaked the clothes on his back.
But she bit her lower lip tightly and swallowed the cry of pain back into the depths of her throat.
Can't shout.
At this moment, the iron clamp that was about to crush her suddenly trembled!
Xue Minglan's eyes, which had been blurred by the severe pain, seemed to be stabbed by something and miraculously refocused.
His gaze passed over her worried face and was fixed on their clasped hands.
It was nailed to his big hand with bulging veins and ferocious like a ghost claw, and to her wrist which was pale and slender and almost deformed by his pinching.
He's hurting her?!
In an instant, a pain sharper than being cut into pieces by a thousand knives, regret and fear, rushed straight to the top of his head!
He suddenly let go of his hand!
That action didn't seem like letting go, but more like being burned and being thrown away fiercely!
Chen He's wrist was freed, leaving behind a circle of shocking purple finger marks.
But she didn't have time to catch her breath.
The next second, Xue Minglan's hand, which had just been freed and whose knuckles had turned white from exertion, was ruthlessly and resolutely killed with a kind of self-harming cruelty.
He pinched his other arm hard!
“Puff!”
It was the sound of the claws digging deep into the flesh!
The five fingers, like five daggers, pierced into his flesh without mercy!
Bright red blood instantly gushed out, winding down the back of his pale hand, dripping onto the dark mattress, and spreading out into a strange blood flower.
He would rather return all the uncontrolled force to himself than hurt her again!
“Huh…huh…”
Sweat gushed out of his pores like a waterfall, instantly soaking the bedding beneath him.
The sweat is no longer transparent.
Instead, it was a sticky, disgusting purple-black color!
It was an old and deadly poison that was forcibly pulled out from deep within his bone marrow!
His teeth were clattering, as if he wanted to bite all his teeth to pieces!
His lower lip was already bloody, and blood mixed with purple-black poisonous sweat streaked across his sharply defined jaw.
From his throat came a desperate roar, the kind only a dying beast could make.
It was an extremely severe pain, but he suppressed it in his chest with his iron will, a silent roar!
But he didn't close his eyes.
He stared at Shen He intently.
In those bloodshot eyes was a crazy love that burned everything, the excruciating pain of scraping bones to cure poison, and an almost masochistic and sacrificial persistence.
He was telling her with his eyes—
look.
For you, I will never fall.
The entire cold palace seemed to have become a melting pot of flesh and blood.
The smell of blood, the smell of medicine, and the strange stench of the purple-black poisonous sweat intertwined and collided madly, almost condensing the air into substance.
In this suffocating atmosphere, Chu Yue, who had been silent all this time, moved.
Her expression was extremely solemn.
For the first time, fine beads of sweat appeared on that face that had always been calm and composed, and slowly slid down her smooth forehead.
"It's not enough."
She uttered three words in a low and urgent voice, with an unquestionable determination!
Before she finished speaking, her hands flew up like a butterfly among flowers!
At some point, she had already pinched several golden needles between her fingers, which were as thin as cow hair but flashed a cold light under the candlelight!
At this moment, Xue Minglan's body suddenly arched backward, stretched into a fully drawn dead bow!
His chest heaved violently, and his heart beat wildly under his skin, as if it would break through his chest and explode in the next moment!
"not good!"
Chen He's heart was in his throat!
It happened in the blink of an eye!
A golden light cut through the darkness like lightning!
"Duh!"
A soft sound.
Chu Yue's first golden needle had pierced Xue Minglan's heart meridian steadily, accurately and fiercely!
The needle tail hums and vibrates continuously!
The raging heartbeat was miraculously suppressed and soothed by a gentle and tenacious force!
"Hold him down! Don't let him move!"
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