There is a crazy concubine in the family: I can't afford to marry a concubine

Xuanyuan Che just smiled and didn't say anything. These two kinds of pills can't be refined within a year or two, and one pill can have a strong effect, and two pills are too much.

This time, Leng Aomei probably really wants to live and die, and one red pill can double the pain sensation, and if two pills are taken, the pain sensation will be increased tenfold.

"Actually, I think the concubine missed a pill." Xuanyuan Che said slowly, with an innocent look on his face.

"What pill?" Leng Lan looked at Xuanyuan Che puzzled, she still didn't understand why Xuanyuan Che wanted to help her.

"'Lost Voice San', otherwise she will keep making noises and it will affect other people's sleep."

"Then, where can I find it?" Leng Lan asked with a slanted corner of his mouth, looking at Xuanyuan Che, knowing that he would say it, he must have prepared these things, this man is also a vicious master.

Xuanyuan Che took out a white transparent bottle from his bosom, which contained some white powder visible to the naked eye, but there was a faint light in the faint light of night, like the light of a firefly or a ghost fire.

Leng Lan took the 'Lost Sound San' from Xuanyuan Che's hand, opened the bottle cap while walking, pinched Leng Aomei's chin with her hand and poured some into it casually.

Leng Aomei's expression had already turned extremely pale, it was because Xia Xiang didn't just press down on Leng Aomei, she put a force on her hands and feet.

Let the slightly shorter needles on the needle board be able to pierce her body. If Leng Aomei is lifted up from the needle board now, her knees to calves will be all bloody.

It took only a few minutes for the loss of voice to take effect, and Leng Aomei, who was still moaning, was now quiet as if she had really lost her voice.

"Sure enough, it's much quieter." Leng Lan said lightly.

"This Leng Aomei is really not an ordinary person." Xuanyuan Che held those silver needles for a while, and then murmured softly, "This needle was used by a high-level cultivator decades ago. The Xiaoyao Needle is just I didn’t expect it to be used to treat people now.”

A trace of surprise flashed in Leng Lan's eyes, and he raised his eyes to look at the sky outside the door, what kind of realm a first-order warrior is.

"Miss, how do you use this?" Xia Xiang said lightly, with a hint of excitement flashing in her eyes.

Leng Aomei's body might have sensed the danger, so she couldn't help struggling again, Xia Xiang frowned slightly, and the strength in her hand increased by [-]%.

Leng Aomei's face turned pale again in an instant, and the cold sweat on her forehead slid down her cheeks. Xia Xiang was very satisfied with the wet touch of her hands. The ground was full of cold air on autumn nights, and Leng Aomei's clothes They were all soaked.

The sweat-soaked clothes were tightly attached to Leng Aomei's body, showing her bumpy figure perfectly. Since Leng Aomei was struggling all the time, the collar of the clothes was already wide open.

The graceful collarbone, the slightly exposed chest, and the neckline of the apron are all exposed. If you ignore the painful expression on Leng Aomei's face and the bleeding wound from the knee to the calf, this scene is enough to make a man animalistic. Big hair.

Leng Aomei opened and closed her mouth, as if she was talking about something, but who would care?

"I don't know about this either, it's just for stabbing people."