Juvenile Medical God

At this time, Qin Lang ’s unaccompanied mindlessness is to make his blood highly toxic. For those with a phaseless toxic body, he is the most powerful weapon and the strongest poison. Now Qin Lang although Unable to move, but he is still very aggressive and still the most poisonous poison!

Goo!Goo!

The old monk swallowed Qin Lang's mouthful of blood, which should be the most delicious, but as Qin Lang thought, his blood was not so easy to digest.Although this old monk was a poisonous man, he was a poisoned man made from the day after tomorrow. Compared with Qin Lang's innocent poisonous body, he was still a world apart, so if he sucked Qin Lang's blood, it would mean drinking thirst to quench his thirst!

"Woo! ~ Woo! ~"

Sure enough, after drinking a few mouthfuls of blood from the Qin Lang, the old monk suddenly sent out a painful sorrow. For Qin Lang's blood, for him, it was simply an intestinal poison. He could ignore the poison of the mountain rat and the golden scissors. After Qin Lang's blood, he was totally blessed.Although the poisonous person's perception of pain is weak, this pain comes from his stomach and internal organs, which can be described as a painful heart. Even the poisonous person can't bear it!

In the mourning, the old monk finally let go of Qin Lang, which allowed Qin Lang to breathe and quickly moved away from the old guy. Just now for Qin Lang, it was like walking around from the ghost gate, and it was still the most terrifying. The ghost door was closed because he was almost eaten by the old monk!

"The donor ... the donor, save me ..."

At this moment, an old voice suddenly sounded in Qin Lang's mind.

"There are no other people here, where's the voice?" Qin Lang couldn't help but startled, but he was also a person who had seen the world, and was not scared, but set his sights on the poisonous man.

There is still mourning among the poisoned population, is it from his voice?

"The donor ... it's me, please save me, so that the poor monk can be freed." This voice really came from the poisonous man, but not from his mouth, but his spiritual power!His idea!

"Is the cultivation of this old monster not only Tongxuan, but beyond the level of Tongxuan, reaching the level of" Wuxuan "?" Qin Lang's heart was horrified again. Qin Lang once heard old poisons talk about mental power and personally He realized that the mental power of the old poison entered his brain, so he was no stranger to this situation.

In this situation, Qin Lang stabilized his mind for the first time, so as not to be affected by the other party, and then said to the old monster: "Let me save you, you just wanted to eat me just now! Could it be that you really thought me Can it be like a buddha-if you do n’t feed your eagles? If I had that kind of consciousness, I would have joined your Buddhism. "

"The donor ... My mind has always been controlled by the puppets in my brain. Until the blood of the donor was drunk just now, the toxicity has suppressed the puppets, so my consciousness has been awake, so only the donor can save I beg the donor to show mercy, if you save the poor monk, the poor monk must be grateful to Dade. "The old monk said very sincerely.

"Let me save you? Well, how can I save you?" Qin Lang asked, "What if you wake up and kill me or eat?"

"The donor is relieved, how could the poor monk be such a ungrateful, the donor is also a martial artist, and I think you seem to be using a silver needle, at this time this puppet is hurt by poison gas, I feel its position is Near the Baihui acupoint in the brain, you can pierce the silver needle into the Baihui acupuncture point, you can control it, and the poor monk will be relieved. You must be grateful to you, "said the old monk.

"Baihui point? Well, I know the position." Qin Lang said, "It's just that the acupuncture point on the head must be used with caution. You said there are puppets in your brain? What are these puppets?"

Of course, Qin Lang was confused, and what a puppet is, Qin Lang knew better than anyone else.However, this old monk's history is very strange. Without knowing the details of the other party, Qin Lang will not pretend to be a good person.Qin Lang knew very little about Buddhism, but whenever Qin Lang mentioned Buddhism, the old poison often said:

"Bald donkeys are damn it!"

Qin Lang didn't know whether the old poison considered the Buddhism because he had a festival with Buddhism, but Qin Lang still had to be careful when facing Buddhism. After all, he was a poisoned sect, and he was a demon in the eyes of Buddhism and Taoism.Therefore, even if it is harmful to the heart, but the heart to prevent people is indispensable.Why was there a puppet in the mind of the old monk? Qin Lang felt that this matter was related to the poison sect very often, but now he didn't say it, but took the opportunity to talk.

"Oh, you may not know that this puppet is a poisonous insect that will parasitize in the head of the human body, which is very painful, but the toxicity of your donor has suppressed it, so I urge you to kill it and let it The poor monk is freed. "The old monk looked sincerely, his tone very much like a good monk.

However, Qin Lang knew that the old monk lied.Any monk who does not swear words seems to be fake.The old monk naturally knew what puppets could do, but he deliberately did not tell Qin Lang.

Only at this point, Qin Lang can be sure that this old monk is not really a monk.

But Qin Lang didn't show it, pretending to be slightly surprised: "Can't think there are such bugs? Well, it's Baihui Cave, are you sure? Will it not adversely affect you?"

"No! No! Donor, please do it quickly!" The old monk seemed a little anxious.

"Well, I will use the needle." Qin Lang said.

"Good! Good!" The old monk said excitedly, not looking like a relief, but like an escape.That's right, it feels like escaping from a prison.

Qin Lang pierced three silver needles into this old monk's Baihui cave at the same time, and said after a while: "Master, the bug in your head, should it be dead?"

"Um ... let's see, good! Good! Good!" The old monk said three good words, because he could not feel the existence of the bug in his head, he was finally relieved!

"Now that the master's stubborn illness has been lifted, then I will leave." Qin Lang is ready to leave here.

"The donor please wait." The old monk said with a smile, "The donor solved the stubborn illness for me, and the poor monk should thank the donor for it."

"No need," Qin Lang said. "We met here in Pingshui. That's a fate. Isn't it a matter of chance in the Buddhist door? I think this is what we call opportunity."

"Yes, it is indeed a chance, but not your chance, but mine, hehe ..." The old monk laughed suddenly, his smile gruesome.