Pighead's mother's elder—that is, an elder of Pighead's grandfather's generation—invited us to dinner. Well, I had a little baijiu.
Pighead rarely drank baijiu. From childhood to now, he'd had it fewer than ten times. After a few cups, he was already a little dizzy!
So, shaking his head, the groggy Pighead would like to remind everyone: remember to toss Pighead a few recommendation votes! You get recommendation votes every day! Be diligent, log in every day, and you'll have recommendation votes!
Under Yin Gang's disbelieving gaze, countless hair-thin streams of green light shot from Lin Qi's fingertips. Carrying a serene aura that soothed the heart, they drifted lightly onto his body and bored into him through hundreds of vital acupoints.
Aching, numbness, itching, swelling—Yin Gang's skin wriggled thread by thread as the pain nerves he had altered through secret arts were swiftly restored. Everywhere the green streams passed, every injury and abnormality within Yin Gang's body was repaired to its original state. Even the several savage scars on his body, twisted like centipedes, were thoroughly erased by the Osmanthus Tree, leaving his skin smooth, glossy, and delicate once more.
"That's better!" Lin Qi rubbed his hands vigorously, then smiled and nodded at Tendon Ripper, Skin Flayer, Bonecracker, and Marrowdrinker. "Now, it's up to you!"
The four brothers squatted beside Yin Gang and lightly pressed his astonishingly elastic skin, then revealed satisfied smiles. With that gentle press, Yin Gang reacted as if an ordinary person had been struck by dozens of great hammers. The pain made his organs convulse, and tears rolled uncontrollably from the corners of his eyes.
The divine forbidden medicine had already begun to display its proper, fearsome effects. Yin Gang's body had become extraordinarily sensitive. Even a single strand of hair falling on him would feel