Chapter 672 — Hold It In! "Oh..." Seeing Wei Zhao So Stern, Shen Yushu Did Not Dare Talk Nonsense and Hurriedly Shut Her Mouth

Gu Mengyao too let out a breath of relief, shot Shen Yushu a furious glare, and thought: Do it, my foot! One day I'll let Wei Zhao do it to you once and see!

Wei Zhao reached out with his left hand and took Gu Mengyao's right wrist, then silently circulated the inner-art formula of the Xuanyuan Dragon-Taming Art. He could feel the energy within his body once again surging into hers; in barely that short a while, more than half of the energy he had previously channeled into her body had been lost!

This was the first time Gu Mengyao had felt Wei Zhao pour energy into her while fully awake, and she felt it all the same: a warm current flowing through Wei Zhao's hand into her own body, and as it flooded in, her previously feeble frame grew spirited and vigorous once more!

An unusual light flickered through Gu Mengyao's eyes. Wei Zhao was no ordinary man. Where on earth had Daddy unearthed someone like this? His prowess was almost unbelievable -- could a man like him really have come to be her bodyguard for thirty thousand yuan?

Before she had time to think it through, the silver needles in Wei Zhao's hand had already plunged swiftly into Gu Mengyao's body. The long needle flashed in with a single stroke, making her heart clench with fright, yet she felt no pain at all, and the fear she had been nursing quietly eased away.

"You will feel a burning heat all over your body. That is perfectly normal -- do not be nervous." Wei Zhao spoke to her even as he worked the needles with rapid, deft movements.

"Mm, I think I am starting to get warm..." Seeing the grave concentration on Wei Zhao's face, Gu Mengyao let go of her shyness as best she could and did everything in her power to cooperate with him -- after all, he was working himself so hard on her behalf!

Shen Yushu, however, was a born busybody, her big eyes wide as she stared without blinking: "Oh, Sister Yaoyao, your skin is turning red! You look like a big lobster!"

"Xiaoshu, stop making trouble!" Gu Mengyao fixed her with a glare. "Do not distract Wei Zhao!"

Gu Mengyao was beside herself with fury, because the instant Shen Yushu finished speaking, Wei Zhao's gaze drifted of its own accord toward her body, and the mortification of it made her cheeks burn.

"Oh... sorry!" Shen Yushu blinked, suddenly sheepish. "Arrow Bro, stop looking at Sister Yaoyao's body -- there will be plenty of chances to look later! Your first task right now is to cure Sister Yaoyao; if she dies, you will not get to look at all!"

"Shen Yushu!" Had Gu Mengyao not been lying trapped in bed, unable to move, she would dearly have liked to kick Shen Yushu clean out into outer space, so the girl could go thrill some aliens instead.

"Oh, oh, oh -- I know nothing, I said nothing..." Shen Yushu hastily shut her mouth.

Wei Zhao could barely keep from laughing. These two sisters were truly something. Still, he had to admit, the bond between Xiaoshu and Yaoyao was beyond question: when Yaoyao lay unconscious, no one had been more anxious than she, and yet now that Gu Mengyao was saved, she was back to laughing and carrying on.

"Yaoyao, I need to feel the temperature of your armpit." It was Wei Zhao's first time expelling poison for anyone, and for an ordinary person at that -- the difficulty went without saying. So he would be careful beyond careful at every single step, not daring to permit the slightest slip, lest the consequences prove unimaginable.

"Ah... okay..." Gu Mengyao pressed her lips together; though she was shy, she nodded.

Wei Zhao reached out with the needle-placing hand and found Gu Mengyao's armpit. But the instant he touched her she gave an involuntary start; her arm shifted and squeezed his hand against the edge of her breast. A wave of softness flooded his palm, thoroughly pleasant.

Gu Mengyao's breasts were not particularly large -- one might even say rather small -- but a girl still in the making was hardly a fair measure by that standard; they might well grow yet. Still, he had to admit, the feel was very nice indeed.

Though Wei Zhao was somewhat reluctant to take his hand away, he mastered the urge to explore further and again reached for Gu Mengyao's armpit, testing the temperature of her skin. Mm, about right -- time for the next step.

Shen Yushu's lips moved, wanting to say something, but one murderous look from Sister Yaoyao and she clamped her mouth shut!

"Good. We can move to the next step." Wei Zhao withdrew the silver needles from Gu Mengyao's body, then swiftly shifted to several other acupoints and set the needles in again. "In a moment you will feel very intense pain. That is the true qi inside you driving the poison together and forcing it toward your excretory system. You must endure it -- if it hurts too much, you may cry out."

"Mm." Gu Mengyao nodded and said with steady resolve: "I can endure it."

A while later, agony crept across Gu Mengyao's face, for it felt as if swarms of ants had appeared inside her body, as though they were hauling some substance within her, crawling down toward her lower abdomen.

The sensation was both painful and itching, wretched beyond bearing. She wanted to claw at it with her hands, but one was seized by Wei Zhao and she dared not move the other; all she could do was grit her teeth and silently endure it all.

"Xiaoshu, hold Yaoyao's hand." Wei Zhao had seen her suffering -- and how bad such suffering truly was, he could no longer remember, for the last time he had been poisoned was more than ten years ago; yet by his reckoning, this pain was worlds away from what the old man had put him through...

"Oh, right!" Shen Yushu hurriedly seized Gu Mengyao's left hand. "Sister Yaoyao, if you are hurting, squeeze my hand as hard as you can -- I am not afraid of pain!"

"Heh..." Gu Mengyao looked at Xiaoshu and forced a smile. "I am fine. It does not hurt. I can hold on."

Yet anyone looking at Gu Mengyao's face could tell she was forcing those words, for her expression had already given her away.

"She is fine," Wei Zhao said coolly. "I could endure this kind of pain when I was nine; never mind that she is already nineteen."

Gu Mengyao bristled -- I am a girl, all right? But then she thought: even if Wei Zhao was a boy, he had endured it at nine, when he had been nothing but a child -- was she, then, worse than a child? So she clamped her jaw shut. No, I will see this through. How can I lose to a child?

Wei Zhao had in fact said it deliberately to spur Gu Mengyao on; otherwise she would surely never have held out.

"I... I really need to go..." Gu Mengyao at last felt the urge to relieve herself and spoke in a hurry.

"Endure it, or the toxins cannot gather fully together!" Wei Zhao said quickly. "Once the urine in your body is emptied, the poison will not be able to come out!"

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