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"Can Chunyang Zhenhuo restrain corpse poison?" Wang Yan's expression was slightly surprised. As for the power of the Holy See, Wang Yan has also seen it. But I did not expect Chunyang Zhenhuo's evaluation to be low either. It is no wonder that Uncle Gun can become a master with the Pope of Light.

Dr. Gong supported the glasses frame and said: "Of course, cadaver poison is ever-changing, but in essence it is nothing more than a combination of biological toxins and germs. Pure Yang is really hot to the sun, and of course it can be suppressed .If you are willing to cooperate with the treatment of Wuya Ange, she will be cured soon. "

"Cooperate with treatment? This is of course no problem." Wang Yan agreed without hesitation. Although Wuya Ange is a bit magical, but since she joined the National African Affairs Bureau, she has been taking good care of herself and training is very hard.

If it were not for her spare no effort, how could she progress so fast?

Wu Ya Ange in the hospital bed, a sweet color in his eyes, a flirtatious look, it seems that my sister did not hurt you in vain.

Then.

After undergoing careful training by Dr. Gong, Wang Yan held Wuya Ange's soft little hands and began to try to import the pure Yang Qi into her body.

Because this is the first time such a thing has been done, Wang Yan's business seems very unskilled. His face flushed with anxiety, and sweat appeared on his forehead. The qi of pure yang always wanders outside and cannot enter.

The Wuya Ange, who always put Wang Yan to dry and clean, always said, "Come slowly, this is the first time. Slow down, be gentle ..."

Wang Yan's eyes were black, what kind of tone is this? Knowing the situation, I understand that this is detoxifying her with pure yang. I don't know the situation. I thought I was doing something bad in this infirmary.

Distraught, too hard. An air of pure yang condensed in Wang Yan's body pierced Wu Ya'an's palm, irrigating her like a river breaking through the river.

"Huh ~ ah ~" Wuya Ange called again, but this time she was obviously not loading garlic. Rather, she felt the scorching breath like a scorching sun, and the tears in her meridians, flesh, and even bones caused a violent tear.

Blazing!

Burning every inch of her skin and flesh, it was like being in a hot melt. As Wang Yan's pure yang spirit raged away in her body, that feeling spread to every corner of the body.

Sweat rushed out of her pores, condensed into a little bit of sweat, which made her black tights soaked, and outlined the exquisite figure that was curvy and convoluted.

Wuya Ange's shell teeth hurriedly bit her fragrant lips, sweat on her forehead, and her wet hair clung to her forehead. At this time, even if she had strong willpower, she couldn't control her voice of repression. The delicate body lying on the hospital bed wriggled.

sweat! Feng Yuande, who was still monitoring by the hospital bed, hurriedly dragged Dr. Gong out of the ward. After closing the door, he was slightly worried: "I remember that when Lord Yan Zun passed some yang to his endangered wife, it was a mouth-to-mouth anger. With the palm ... will there be no accidents?"

Doctor Gong shrugged and said helplessly: "Feng Lao, now advocates a harmonious society, and only write until holding hands. If you use your mouth to talk to Yang, you will be reportedly blocked. It is not easy for people to write a novel to support their families. So pit him. "

"Ah, this is also true!" Feng Yuande said with sympathy, "The current author is not easy to eat, and I decided to go back to the original to support the old pride, anyway, with his hand speed, one month It won't cost a few dollars. "

"Feng Lao is really kind." Dr. Gong said with admiration, "I was inspired by Lao Feng, and I decided to go back and reward him with a starting point of 100 yuan." (Laoao is in tears, I really appreciate the two of you. .)

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"Hiss ~" Wuya Ange at this time, the painful body arched from the hospital bed. The skin was light and crimson. Obviously, Wang Yan's pure Yang Qi has been completely detonated in her body.

The corpse poison that raged in her body was completely disintegrated before she could hold it for a few seconds. The corpse poison encased the dead cells and was drained through the capillary holes.

The stains hadn't had time to scale yet, and Uya Ange's pores rose into a hot flame. The flames gathered into pieces, and her clothes, hair, and even stains were all burnt out in a blink of an eye.

She groaned continuously, her entire body was covered with a thin flame, and her skin was smooth and delicate, exuding a jade-like luster. At this moment, she is like the complete transformation of the Phoenix Nirvana in Wang Yan's pure Yang fire.

For a long time, it has been over-cultivated, or has been cured by dark wounds. Under the refining of the pure Yang fire, it gradually disappeared without trace, smooth and refreshing.

"Boom ~!"

With a whirl of excitement and ecstasy, she seemed to have lost all her strength and was paralyzed on the hospital bed. On the pretty face without hair, there was a blush that had not faded, and the trembling of the delicate body was trembling.

Wang Yan also seemed to be spared his strength, withdrew his hand and quickly pulled a bed sheet to cover her. Then he sat on the ground with a weak buttocks, and his sports clothes had been permeated by sweat. His face was extremely white, like a feeling of being squeezed out.

Even if you want to raise your finger, it seems to be slightly slack.

"Don't do it anymore, I won't do this kind of thing again in the future." Wang Yan thought about it all in his head, and his heart shivered.

At this time, Dr. Gong hurriedly pushed in the door and helped Wang Yan to the **** sofa. His face slightly reproached: "Don't you warn you before? You must pay attention to the scale! Your input is too fierce, I don't dare to stop it." He is actually telling me, if he was halfway through, he forcibly stopped. Not only is it unprofitable, it also hurts both of them.

Feng Yuande also chased after him and rushed in, caring with concern. Wang Yan is a treasure in his palm. Once there is a yin and yang, he can't even cry.

But now Wang Yan has the strength to answer him, lying on the sofa, weak. Without being scolded by Dr. Gong, he knew that he was too hard.

Dr. Gong took a bottle of high-protein drops and asked Wang Yan to take the C + grade Nedan essence. After the fusion was completed, a needle was inserted into his arm to give him an infusion.

"Take a good rest and cultivate the gods." Dr. Gong's voice was very soft, as if he could unconsciously lead people to sleep, obviously he used the skills of mental hypnosis.

Wang Yan ’s current mental strength is very weak, and his resistance is even worse. As soon as the brain was dull, it fell asleep like this.

Before going to sleep, it seems to have heard a conversation between Dr. Gong and Feng Yuande.

"Xiao Gong, Xiao Yan, is he okay?" Feng Yuande's voice was nervous and worried.

"Fortunately, he has a thick foundation, and this time he was slightly hurt." Dr. Gong explained, "but the problem is not very big, more nutrition, and it will recover after a period of rest. But he has to be warned later, Chunyang Qi is his foundation. If it is consumed too much in a short time, it will damage the foundation. "

"What about Ange?" Feng Yuande asked with concern. To him, every member of the East China Branch is like his family. Any loss is unbearable pain.

"Miss Ange was blessed by misfortune." Dr. Gong held his glasses holding his glasses and said strangely, "Pure Yang's qi is sure. The corpse poison in her is difficult to entangle, even if I spend a few days to help her solve it. The corpse poison has been invading the body for too long, and it has caused a lot of irreparable damage to the body. Now Wang Yan ’s suit not only helps her to remove the corpse poison without damage, but also helps her thoroughly wash the pulp and cut the hair. The benefits It ’s inestimable. Maybe she can successfully break through the C + level that stuck her for a long time. "

"Yuan ~" Feng Yuande heard the words and let out a long sigh of relief. "It's okay. I don't want her to break through to the field level. After all, the field level is a big hurdle. Whether you can break through, you have to see her Understanding and luck. "

"The child's life is a bit pitiful. She has always been used to closing her true self. Alas, if she has a length or a length, I will ..."

After the words, Wang Yan heard vaguely, not too real, and suddenly fell asleep slowly.

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Time, one minute and one second passed.

Outside the unit's medical office, only two nurse girls on duty lie on the desk and fall asleep soundly.

In the ward, the lights were very dim.

Wuya Ange, who has been sleeping, seems to have some wonderful changes around his body.

The originally obscure lights suddenly dimmed, and a black breath rolled over. They are intertwined with each other, twisted, and finally condense to form a thick black ink mist.

The black mist shrouded in the darkness, covering the entire ward completely, and Sen Leng was unable to reach with his fingers.

The Wuya Ange on the sickbed, and the slick head on the pretty jade face, had a stubborn short hair magically emerged. Seemingly nourished by the dark mist, the short stubble hair grew at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Just over ten minutes later, Wuya Ange's hair, which had been burned completely, was re-grown. Under the haze of surging black mist, the black hair hangs coolly.

The thick black mist is boiling, the wind is not automatic, the long silky hair wafts, showing the meaning of the devilish claws. Wuya Ange, who kept his eyes closed, looks like a peerless witch from the dark hell.

Suddenly! Her eyes slowly opened, a pair of stars shining brightly like a dark night sky. With her as the center, the black mist gradually began to spin up, intensifying, and finally seemed to form a black **** storm.

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