"Blind maid! Are you the master or am I the master? How dare you sleep till now?"
The gloomy voice was angry, and when the voice came out, she took a soft whip from her waist and drew it towards the black-clothed woman on the bed.
The black-clothed woman fell asleep only in her underwear, and she woke up a long time ago, but her body seemed to hurt somewhere, even her breathing hurts, let alone getting up, when she heard the door kicking, she knew that the master was about to lose his temper again , So he wanted to get up, but after two tries, he couldn't get up. When he saw the master stepping forward, he threw a whip at her without saying a word.
"call out!"
The sound of the whip slashed through the air, bringing up a fierce air current, and slapped the woman on the bed with a slap. After hearing a scream, a blood stain appeared in the woman's white coat instantly, showing the cruelty of her hand. , Is merciless.
"Master, master... calm down your anger."
The woman screamed, and was swept to the ground by the whip. She threw herself on the ground and hugged the red man's feet, cold sweat oozing from her forehead.
Upon seeing this, the young man in red looked puzzled, stared at her pale on the ground, and asked, "What's the matter with you?" No matter what, it's impossible for her to get up with the whip down, right?
The man in gray who followed in stood by the door and watched quietly.He was sent by the family to protect her, as long as there was no fatal danger, he would not take action.
He was watching the farce yesterday.However, when he was standing by the back door, he didn't pay much attention to a gold coin attacked by the boy in red.
"Master, the maidservant can't breathe, the spiritual power of the whole body can't be lifted, and the breathing is so painful that I can't get out of bed. It is not, not intended to make the master angry. I hope the master will forgive the sin, and don't hurt the body because of the slave.
Even if she was beaten, the woman still spoke very nicely.But precisely because of this, the red man's anger dissipated a lot. After staring at the woman on the ground for a while, he said to the gray man behind him: "Help her see what's going on."
Hearing that, the gray-clothed middle-aged man glanced at the woman on the ground, then stepped forward, squatted down and probed her pulse. This probe was startled, his complexion finally changed.
"If you hurt the qi, the flow of qi and blood is impeded, and the movement of the breath is blocked. It can be as if a waste person can no longer cultivate and extract qi, and it can be dead after three days."
As soon as his words fell, the blood on the face of the woman on the ground faded, pale as a paper panic.
"Hurt the Qi pulse? It was fine yesterday, why did you suddenly hurt the Qi pulse?" The red man asked with a gloomy face.
After this question, the woman on the ground finally remembered, her expression was angry and hateful: "It's the man yesterday, the young man named Feng Jiu in red like the master, must be his injured servant!"
"Didn't it mean that the man didn't go upstairs? How did you hurt you?"
At this moment, the man in grey clothes standing aside remembered: "Is that gold coin?"
He only heard a muffled hum at the time, but he didn't care. Who knows, it was the gold coin at that time that injured the vitality of a great spiritualist, and that person was a good method.
Thinking of that person, he thought to himself, that person's strength seems to be the great spiritual master, but how could he hurt his vitality with one blow? You know, it's not something casual people can do if you want to hurt your Qi.