Ling Bufan was cunning and saw the secret behind it.

"Yu'er, what did you add to this sesame paste?"

Ling Luoyu did not answer directly: "Grandpa, second uncle, can you two trust me?"

"Do you even need to say this?!" Ling Yunxi glared at her angrily and ate the sesame paste in three or two decisive bites.

Ling Luoyu took the empty bowl, his dark eyes burning.

"Did you feel anything?"

"Does it feel like it tastes bad?"

Ling Luoyu: "..."

Unexpectedly, my second uncle, who has always been serious about his words and expressions, also has moments of humor.

It's just that the joke is a bit cold.

Seeing Ling Luoyu's confused expression, Ling Yunxi burst into laughter.

"To be honest, apart from being unpalatable, I also feel a bit..."

Ling Luoyu stared expectantly: "What?"

"I'm not hungry anymore..."

Ling Luoyu: "..."

Totally fucked up!

She was extremely nervous here, and he was still in such a mood.

suddenly...

Ling Yunxi's smile suddenly stopped and she looked at Ling Luoyu with strange eyes.

She glared angrily: "What do you feel this time?"

"Ma... numb..."

Ling Yunxi suddenly lowered his head and looked at his legs.

Ling Bufan was originally waiting to watch the excitement, but his son's eyes made his heart skip a beat.

Since Ling Yunxi was injured, she has completely lost consciousness from the waist down.

Even if he was slashed with a knife, he wouldn't be able to sense it at all.

"Yunxi!" His voice trembled, and he stepped forward quickly: "Where are you numb?"

"Feet...sole..." Ling Yunxi suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Ling Luoyu: "Am I mistaken?"

"Whether it's an illusion or not, it's easy to identify..."

Ling Luoyu smiled evilly and took off the hosta from her bun.

Fingertips turned, and the hosta pierced Ling Yunxi's thigh.

Ling Yunxi's pupils shrank, but she didn't say anything.

Ling Luoyu poked all the way down his thigh. When he poked his ankle, he suddenly took a breath of cold air.

"I seem to...feel..."

He has been unable to find his feet for many years, and now he is not sure whether this feeling comes from his feet.

His wrist sank, and the tip of the hosta pierced the skin of Ling Yunxi's ankle.

Blood flowed out, and the corners of Ling Yunxi's lips trembled.

"pain……"

Ling Bufan's feet trembled, his body became unstable, and he fell backwards, but was supported by Tao Ding with quick eyes and hands.

"master!"

"fine……"

Ling Bufan waved his hands repeatedly, and knelt down at Ling Yunxi's feet with difficulty, squeezing his instep with his trembling hands.

"Yunxi...do you really have feelings?!"

"Dad!" Ling Yunxi lowered his jaw, tears welling up in his eyes: "I can feel it... but it's very vague, as if it's separated by many pieces of clothing..."

Ling Luoyu chuckled proudly: "This is because your veins have not been completely opened..."

Ling Bufan suddenly remembered the bowl of sesame paste and quickly picked it up and smelled it.

Apart from the faint smell of blood, I didn't smell any medicinal smell.

"Yu'er, what on earth did you feed your second uncle?"

"Spot the scales and blood of the dragon armor..."

Ling Bufan was startled: "Dianlong armor... what is it?"

He knew something about beasts, but he had never heard of this thing.

"It is a kind of beast that lives in underground caves. Its whole body is albino, and its scales glow on their own. Its blood has the effect of regenerating human flesh and white bones. Its scales can dissolve blood clots... The second uncle ate a piece of its scales and

A little blood, so I have a little feeling..."
Chapter completed!