Qian’er carefully helped Fang Yi remove the silver needles from his upper body, pulling them out one by one with extre gentleness, afraid of causing Fang Yi any pain.
Song Wuliang wasn’t there; he had gone out because Fang Yi asked him to check on Lin ngyan.
Although Qian’er was very cautious, the silver needles were inserted into Fang Yi’s acupoints, and sotis pulling them out would tug at Fang Yi’s nerves, causing him to involuntarily inhale sharply.
At tis, it caused intense pain, and Fang Yi clenched his fists, the veins on his arm bulging prominently, creating a frightening sight.
Fang Yi could no longer utilize his True Qi, but that didn’t an he had truly beco a useless person.
At the very least, Fang Yi’s trained body was far stronger than that of an average person.
Here, what Fang Yi referred to as useless was rely that, in his eyes, he could no longer compare to other Martial Artists.
Without using Inner Strength or True Qi, Fang Yi could still manage this.
Finally, Qian’er carefully removed all the silver needles from Fang Yi’s body, counting them, there were at least dozens, so of which had black blood on them when pulled out.
After removing them, Qian’er applied dicinal wine to Fang Yi’s body.
"Qian’er," Fang Yi suddenly spoke.
"Hmm."
"What do you think of that guy Song Fatty?" Fang Yi asked.
"Ah?"
Qian’er’s jade-like hand trembled, clearly caught off guard by Fang Yi’s question.
Fang Yi found it a bit strange, as it was just a casual question, yet her reaction seed too excessive.
In truth, Fang Yi asked because he was sowhat bored, not with any intent behind it.
Even though Qian’er was a ’captive’ Fang Yi had rescued from Granny Jin Hua, Fang Yi had not overstepped any boundaries with her.
It wasn’t that Fang Yi was immune to the charms of won, rather he wasn’t soone to pursue every woman he t.
Seeing Song Wuliang’s sincere devotion to Qian’er, acting like an utter fool for her, Fang Yi couldn’t stand it and wanted to hear Qian’er’s perspective.
After understanding Qian’er’s feelings, Fang Yi could address the situation accordingly.
Fang Yi smiled and said, "It’s nothing, if you don’t want to talk about it, then don’t. I was just asking casually, no need to pay too much mind."
"No, no."
Qian’er hesitated for a mont and said, "Actually, Brother Song is very nice, and I quite like him."
"Like?"
"No, not that kind of like, Brother Fang, don’t misunderstand," Qian’er quickly explained. "I just feel that Brother Song is really a good person, he has helped a lot, and he speaks very nicely. I know he has always been on my side, he’s also..."
She hesitated for a mont and said, "He also likes ."
"Hmm."
"But to be honest, Brother Fang, I actually like soone already."
"Hmm?"
Fang Yi raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised.
However, Fang Yi didn’t pursue the matter further.
But Qian’er willingly continued, "The person I like is soone I t in the village. We’ve grown up together since childhood, and there was another girl about my age with us. The three of us have played together since we were little, very close."
Fang Yi glanced at Qian’er; her expression was filled with nostalgia, and it was evident that she longed for those tis.
Fang Yi softly said, "Qian’er, if you want, you can go back."
This interrupted Qian’er’s reminiscence.
She was stunned for a mont and then looked at Fang Yi in surprise, "Brother Fang, are you trying to send away?"
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