Hao Rong, after all, is already in his teens, and neither speed nor strength can be compared to little Luo Yirui. When you are young, even a one-year difference in strength is noticeable!
So when Hao Rong grabbed Luo Yirui’s wrist, Luo Yirui only then reacted. Feeling the power on his wrist, his gaze turned cold, and his other hand reached out to grab Hao Rong’s wrist.
Seeing this, Hao Rong was about to sneer, thinking, "You think you can pry open my hand?" But before the words could leave his mouth, his hand unknowingly released Luo Yirui’s wrist, and his arm suddenly hung down limp. The entire arm was already numb!
Hao Rong turned pale with fright, hurriedly using his other hand to feel his arm, pinching and twisting it with no sensation. Now Hao Rong was truly terrified; would he need amputation?
"What, what did you do?" Hao Rong trembled as he spoke.
The adults were all imrsed in the display of talent, with the lodious sound of the piano lingering in the hall. Hao Rong’s voice was unnoticed; no one paid attention to this side.
The other boys imdiately surrounded Luo Yirui. Luo Yirui’s eyes were deep and calm as he said, "Don’t push to act, you wouldn’t want to end up like him, would you?"
If Hao Rong was previously unsure what had happened, now with Luo Yirui admitting it himself, there was no doubt, and he imdiately ca to Luo Yirui’s side, his face turning pale with fear.
"Fix my arm, and we can pretend nothing happened. Otherwise, I won’t let you off!" Hao Rong said in a fierce yet cowardly manner.
Luo Yirui chuckled coldly, "Is this how you ask for help? Only I can cure your arm."
"You want to beg you..." Hao Rong was trembling with rage but dared not do anything to Luo Yirui.
Luo Yirui nodded honestly, "Yes." Then he kindly reminded, "Consider carefully whether you want to ask for my help. The longer you wait, the more likely your arm will be useless, and you might face amputation."
Luo Yirui wasn’t exaggerating. The paralysis talisman might only cause full-body numbness in adults, not life-threatening. However, it was different for children; after all, it’s a mysterious talisman. Its effect on children is multiplied.
It’s like when adults take the wrong dication; it might not be a big deal. As long as it’s not excessive, it usually isn’t fatal. But if children take the wrong dication, it often can be fatal.
Upon hearing this, Hao Rong broke out in a cold sweat, especially at the ntion of the word ’amputation’. His body grew weak—if it really ca to amputation, how could he inherit his father’s position or get married in the future?
"Please... please heal !" Hao Rong’s psychological defenses crumbled. He tearfully begged.
At this point, dignity was irrelevant; his arm was important!
Luo Yirui quietly rubbed the talisman powder to alleviate the paralysis talisman in his palm, then said to Hao Rong, "Stretch out your arm."
Hao Rong hurriedly used his other hand to hold up the affected arm and extend it.
Luo Yirui reached out to touch his arm, and soon Hao Rong felt a tingling sensation followed by a sharp pain, as if blood suddenly rushed through a vein deprived of it for a long ti, causing the skin to sting.
Hao Rong grinned despite grimacing in pain, realizing his arm was still functional, not useless!
Luo Yirui watched Hao Rong, concerned he might get revenge, and glanced around at the surrounding boys. Those caught in Luo Yirui’s gaze instinctively took a step back.
Luo Yirui’s thods were bizarre. They weren’t even sure how he made Hao Rong’s arm go limp or how he restored it just by rubbing it. Everything about it felt uncanny.
The boys couldn’t grasp such complex thoughts. So began to think along realms of fantasy or science fiction; so even speculated Luo Yirui might be an alien...
Hao Rong now harbored a grudge but lacked the courage; he was indeed angry but feared his arm might be useless again. After so thought, he decided to bear it, knowing revenge could wait.
Hao Rong fell silent; naturally, the others wouldn’t take the lead. Luo Yirui turned and left, pondering why older children always thought of bullying the younger ones.
This wasn’t the first ti he encountered such things, and his friends had had similar encounters.
Luo Yirui returned to the dining table and selectively ate the tasty items, then looked toward his mother, only to be startled to discover she seed to be in a bit of trouble too.
Beisitian was indeed facing so minor difficulties. Previously, Gao Shanshan had warned her about Yuan Tong, saying Yuan Tong spent substantial effort on this gown and would definitely confront her upon seeing it.
When Yuan Tong saw Beisitian, her deanor was ordinary, neither friendly nor hostile, but carried a superior air while looking at Beisitian. Unfortunately, she wasn’t as tall as Beisitian, otherwise she surely would have used a condescending gaze.
"May I ask a question? How did you obtain this gown?" Yuan Tong raised her chin slightly, looking down at Beisitian with lowered eyelids.
Beisitian smiled faintly, "The owner of Jiangcheng Yunyi gifted it."
Although there was a slight discrepancy in her words, the gown indeed ca from the manager of Jiangcheng Yunyi. Upon seeing that special VIP card, the manager dared not take money and not only didn’t charge but offered the store’s treasure, simply because it suited Beisitian.
Beisitian hadn’t divulged all this, but Yuan Tong was nonetheless dissatisfied with her simple explanation.
"You’re not a relative of that manager, are you? No, I must find her and ask why she gave the store’s treasure to soone else. What’s wrong with her?" Yuan Tong said but didn’t actually go find Yunyi. Compared to the gown, the current party was far more important.
However, not going to Yunyi didn’t prevent Yuan Tong from bothering Beisitian.
She knew Beisitian ca with Mr. Zhan and another Jiangcheng Second Young Master, so Beisitian likely had so status. Yet, Yuan Tong couldn’t let go; she couldn’t swallow this indignation.
So, she planned to drag Beisitian down. Since it’s a talent party, everyone must showcase so talent; it’s impossible to just eat, chat, and leave with no aning.
"Sister Bei, what talent do you have? You ca in with Brother Zhan. I assu you’re quite familiar. You should at least show so talent for Brother Zhan’s sake." A girl beside them instigated.
Once Beisitian embarrasses herself, Yuan Tong could then generously decide not to pursue the matter any further.
Beisitian responded with a gentle smile, "You want to earn face for your Brother Zhan; just go ahead, I don’t need to."
Such raw attempts at goading only amused Beisitian.
Yuan Tong pursed her lips, feeling embarrassed by Beisitian’s refusal, "Why aren’t you sociable? This party is ant for talent display, and coming here without contributing is unreasonable."
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