Xing Shu closed his eyes, restraining his breath and concentrating. After a while, he opened his eyes, his dark vision reflected a sharp light.

His fingertips flicked quickly on the strings, making a meaningless "Boom Boom" sound.

Adult ball listening wholeheartedly: "..."

That’s not even counted. Xing Shu worked hard to pour his spiritual power into it, so a black air appeared on Bai Yu’s piano instantly, lingering around Xingshu and the piano, accompanied by his banging on the strings." The sound of "Dangdangdang" turned out to be murderous and aggressive.

Xing Shu seemed to be very involved. After these "sounding" preludes, Xing Shu closed his eyes and let himself sink into the pleasure of playing music, as if into a mysterious state.

The adult ball was trembling all over, trying to get up from the ground, but it failed. His weak hands finally supported his body. The nails were already showing off and the Xingshu began to scratch on the strings, making extremely sharp sounds. The ground is high pitched, like an old cat with its tail trampled on.

The adult ball softened his hands, plopped and fell, foaming at the mouth, his eyes lost, and his hands and feet twitched.

"Hiss!—" the sharp voice rushed into the sky, and was pulled back by the terrifying voice of "Boom Boom Boom".

Bursts of black energy kept coming out of Xingshu's body, drifting to the ear of the adult ball through the sound of the piano, and sneaking in along his body.

Different from the horrible sound of the piano, the spiritual power immersed in the body is so gentle and soothing, so that the adult ball can barely recover from the despair of dying, and feel the more and more abundant aura in the dantian. The adult ball has a momentary surprise.

Yes, only for a moment.

Because in the next moment, he was hit by a sound of "dongdongdong", which made his eardrums tremble, and his stomach churned wildly.

The adult ball began to roll his eyes.

Of course, the constant aura injected into his body did not allow him to pass away like this, so he came back alive again, half-deadly listening to the sound of the piano again reaching the highest level—

"Bang Dang!" The last sound fell, and the song ended.

The adult ball clutched his chest and spit out a mouthful of black blood.

Xing Shu saw the **** face, and immediately showed a happy expression: "It seems that I play the piano very well! If playing the piano can force the poisonous blood in your body, then there is no need for Donghuancao, it is Yaosan. Divide poison, eat less if you can eat less."

"No..." The adult ball raised his hand tremblingly: "No, I don't want to trouble you, I still eat, eat..."

"It's not troublesome, it's just playing the piano. It's very simple for me. If your disease can be cured, I can play for a few months without sleep!"

The adult ball was already lying on the ground, and he was struggling when he heard the words, his head shook like a rattle: "No, no, no, no, I, I, I, I can eat Donghuan grass, and Donghuan grass? Donghuan? Where is the grass?"

"Of course it is with me, but you can't eat it yet. Your body is too weak. You need to take care of it first, otherwise your body will not be able to bear it." Xing Shu said concerned.

The adult ball paused: "How do you want to recuperate?"

"I play the piano for you every day!"

Adult ball: "...Just eat it, I think I can hold on."

Having said that, Xing Shu still nursed the adult ball, and only after confirming that his body could bear it, did he feed him Donghuan grass.

With the previous experience, Xing Shu has become more adept at forcing the poisonous blood on the adult ball. It took only three days to completely clean up the poisonous blood in the adult ball.

After comforting the adult ball to sleep, Xing Shu also felt very tired and rubbed his eyebrows. After seeing a glass of water on the table, he thought that the ball was prepared for him, so he picked it up and drank it.

He was really thirsty, so he drank the water clean in one sip, smack his mouth, wondering why this glass of water has a weird sweetness?

The door was just pushed open from the outside, and the ball came in carrying a pot of hot tea and several porcelain cups, placed the tray on the table, turned the empty cup and poured Xingshu a cup of flowery hot tea.

Xingshu: "..."

Qiuqiu pushed the scented tea in front of Xing Shu, and poured a cup for himself, drinking as he said: "Are you tired? Do you want to take a break?"

Xing Shu: "..." Suddenly Xing Shu had a bad premonition, and this premonition became more and more obvious after he felt the scorching heat gradually rising under his belly.

"Just... what's in this cup...?" Xing Shu silently raised the empty cup in his hand.

The ball first looked at the cup in doubt, and after thinking for a moment, his pupils shrank!

"Um..." Xing Shu felt a puff of heat rising from under his abdomen, and his body gradually became weak and weak.

"Xing Shu!" The ball rushed over in panic and hugged him, patted Xing Shu's face with some helplessness: "What's wrong? Is it uncomfortable?"

Xing Shu took a breath, seeing that the panic and panic in the eyes of the ball did not seem to be fake, the doubts in his heart faded a little, and then he tried to remember who could quietly put this glass of water on the table. .

"I'll take you to find a doctor!" The ball directly hugged Xingshu horizontally, kicked open the door, and rushed out like the wind!

Xing Shu suddenly took a breath of the outside air and became a little awake. Then he was swept by a huge sleepiness. His body seemed to be burning, but his body was so soft that he couldn't move his fingertips, and his mind was chaotic. Only one sentence is particularly clear-it was secretly calculated!

After this thought flashed through his mind, Xing Shu only felt a pitch black before his eyes and completely lost consciousness.

...

As everyone knows, after he closed his eyes and fell softly, the foot of the ball suddenly reversed its direction, flew into a tightly banned place, and quickly placed a ban on the periphery.

He hesitated to come to a room door. Before kicking the door open, the door was opened from the inside. Standing in front of the door was an adult ball that was coaxed to sleep by the Xingshu.

"Come in." The adult ball let in the ball.

As soon as the ball entered, it was overwhelmed by the sweet fragrance in the house.

"Why are you still hesitating? This is not my style. I will be such a **** in the future?" The adult ball sneered, opened the incense burner on one side, and took out a handful of light green stems from the sleeves. Leaf, put it in.

The sweet scent became stronger and stronger, and Xingshu, who fell softly in the arms of the ball, moved unconsciously, raised his hand to hug the ball's neck, and a moist and hot breath came out from his mouth: "It's so hot... I……"

The ball was held stiff, but the words he blurted out were not at all abrupt. He said: "You are poisoned. From now on, you can't drink things of unknown origin indiscriminately, do you know?"

The adult ball cast a contemptuous look at the ball.

The ball hugged the person in his arms, and said seriously: "I'll detoxify you."

The Adult Ball came over and grabbed Xing Shu's hand, and his mouth was close to Xing Shu's ear: "It's us."

Xing Shu's eyes were blurred, his eyes were lost, and he unconsciously replied, "Hmm..."

Seeing his appearance in the adult ball, his eyes suddenly became bloodshot and red, and his fingertips pinched Xingshu's chin, forcing him to face the tip of his nose.

The adult ball followed the ball's words and continued: "This poison doesn't hurt your life or your body. It's just a bit uncomfortable. Would you like us to help you?"

Xingshu's consciousness was chaotic, and he felt very uncomfortable all over, he vaguely heard someone talking about detoxification, his voice was still someone he knew, and he nodded.

The adult ball laughed, his arms tightened, and his voice was slightly cold: "Change place."

So he opened the bead curtain, walked into the inner room, and laid Xingshu flat on the couch.

With this movement, Xing Shu's hand slid off the ball, and something he was holding with a cloth rolled out of his sleeve, allowing the two **** to be eaten together.

That is their favorite sweet cake.

In their view, sweetness is really a fascinating thing, almost intoxicating than the most mellow wine in the world.

This kind of taste that can make their taste buds happy, really makes them want to stop every time they taste it.

Because the past taste was too pungent and painful, no amount of sweetness can make up for it now.

Perhaps, only with a lifetime of sugar cravings can we talk about comfort.

The adult ball picked up the sweet cake that had fallen on the ground, flipped the outer layer of sugar paper with his fingertips, swallowed the sweet cake in three or two bites, and licked the corner of his mouth like aftertaste: "It's really sweet."

The ball mumbled: "What can you taste if you eat it like this?"

The adult ball glanced at him, and rarely agreed: "You are right, you should taste it well..." The adult ball stretched his hand to the biggest piece of sweet cake, and slowly took off the outermost one. Icing.

This sweet cake is the best to taste, so it is wrapped in three layers inside and out.

After the adult ball couldn't wait to peel off the layers, it finally revealed the white, soft, sweet and delicious sweet cake inside.

This sweet cake is obviously freshly baked, and it still has a warm smell on it, which also adds to the richness of the sweet taste.

Qiuqiu originally hesitated. This was a sweet cake bought by Xingshu. They stole it while Xingshu was "poisoned" while they were asleep. If Xingshu knew about it, they would definitely be killed.

No, killing is still a trivial matter. What the ball is most afraid of is that Xing Shu will hate him for it.

Thinking of this, Qiuqiu's face is scary white, and it looks weaker than an adult ball who has just recovered from a serious illness.

"Tsk!" Seeing him look like this, the adult ball kicked his knee dissatisfiedly: "Get out if you don't eat it!" After that, he bit the sweet, tender and tender sweet cake!

"Shut up!" The ball rushed up and strangled his neck: "Pang Junxie, you, you!"

"Heh, Pang Junxie, what are you pretending to be?" The adult ball moved his gaze down, settled somewhere on the ball, and sneered, "You obviously have your own eating utensils. Is it possible for me to personally Bring it to your mouth?"

Ball: "..."

"It's not impossible." A strange light flashed in the adult's eyes.