Seeing that Qianye Yuki and Qianye Cang had no reaction for a long ti, only staring blankly, Beichuan Si looked up and asked, "Do you have any other questions?"
"Uh... no, no questions," Qianye Yuki finally snapped out of her daze and answered.
Although she said that, a hint of surprise still appeared in her intelligent eyes.
This was the first ti she had learned that there were others with abilities similar to theirs... no, not similar, but even more powerful than theirs.
Can "dead qi" really heal legs?
At least the na doesn’t sound benevolent, right? But there’s always a reason to try.
Thinking this, Qianye Yuki couldn’t help but say to Qianye Cang behind her,
"Cang... cooperate with Beichuan... Beichuan Master."
As soon as she uttered these words, she saw a particularly strange expression appear on Beichuan Si’s face.
After a while, Beichuan Si’s expression turned indifferent again, and his voice dropped several degrees, "Do not call Beichuan Master."
Uh...?
Qianye Yuki, a very clever girl, could tell that Beichuan Si was sowhat repulsed by the title, so after racking her brains, she squeezed out another term, "Then... Senior Beichuan?"
"Mm." After hearing this title, Beichuan Si nodded and then lowered his head to look at her legs again.
Qianye Cang and Beichuan Si moved Qianye Yuki from the wheelchair to the couch.
Perhaps because she was always indoors, Qianye Yuki was wearing a simple and elegant white midi skirt, which was convenient for Beichuan Si’s movents.
After all, if Qianye Yuki had been wearing jeans, wouldn’t he have gained a reputation for undressing young ladies?
Beichuan Si shook his head and raised his hand to pull up her skirt.
"..." Qianye Yuki’s heartbeat sped up.
If he lifted it any higher, it would reveal her underwear. Beichuan Si’s decisive and neat action made Qianye Yuki subconsciously press down on her skirt.
But fortunately, Beichuan Si seed to have no such intentions. He stopped when he lifted the long skirt to the middle of her thighs.
Reality is reality—
The image of a frail girl sitting in a wheelchair for years yet having plump thighs as depicted in the two-dinsional world is impossible in reality.
Qianye Yuki’s legs had long since atrophied, revealing the bones.
Such unsightly legs did not match her pretty and intelligent appearance at all.
Not only that, but above these legs, Beichuan Si also saw strands of faint black qi swirling outwards.
These legs were nearing ’death.’
Beichuan Si pondered for a mont, flipping back and forth, his slender fingers exceedingly nimble.
Although Qianye Yuki’s face was flushed, she did not stop Beichuan Si at this mont.
After all, her legs were already in that condition, and Beichuan Si would not take liberties with such legs.
She took a deep breath,
While Qianye Cang on the other side blinked, curiously watching Beichuan Si’s actions, holding a glimr of hope.
With Beichuan Si looking so professional, perhaps he really could heal his sister’s legs?
Even if his sister had been in a wheelchair for nearly ten years, dead qi is a supernatural ability, unfathomable by common sense.
If he really could heal his sister’s legs—
Qianye Cang silently glanced at Beichuan Si, his eyes flickering, and he murmured,
"This brother-in-law is also quite good-looking."
Beichuan Si raised his head, looked at her expressionlessly, "What are you talking about?"
"Nothing! Nothing!" Qianye Cang opened his mouth, incredulous.
How did he hear that? Even his sister, who was so close to him, didn’t hear him muttering, how did Beichuan Si hear him?
"Is that so?" Beichuan Si withdrew his gaze, and without hesitating, his deadly qi wrapped around his fingers and slowly pressed toward Qianye Yuki’s legs.
Dead qi treatnt.
Threads of dead qi seeped into Qianye Yuki’s legs, as Beichuan Si continued to feed the dead qi with his hands, and looked at Qianye Yuki,
"Miss Ying, do you feel anything?"
"A bit warm...?" Qianye Yuki said uncertainly, but her tone was filled with delight.
She was actually feeling warmth!
Since sitting in the wheelchair, she hadn’t felt anything in her legs, but today she did—
It was incredible!
At the mont the dead qi was injected, Qianye Yuki seed to feel a wave of warmth in her legs, as if her necrotized nerves were slowly reviving, resurging with new life.
"Senior Beichuan, how do you...?"
Just as Qianye Yuki was about to inquire, Beichuan Si shook his head,
"It’s not that simple."
Indeed, it wasn’t that simple.
Beichuan Si saw clearly, the dead qi truly provided healing, but it seed there was a saturation point. After a certain amount was injected, Qianye Yuki’s frail legs could no longer absorb so much dead qi.
If the dead qi were compared to food, then Qianye Yuki’s legs were like a hungry person. Feeding Qianye Yuki’s legs until they were ’full’ was not difficult for Beichuan Si, but after being full, they needed a process to digest the dead qi, at which point her legs could no longer continue to draw his dead qi.
Upon realizing this, Beichuan Si looked up and asked,
"How do you feel now?"
"It feels sowhat warm," Qianye Yuki answered obediently, looking at Beichuan Si with shimring eyes, almost as if she wanted to pin him down as her own personal physician.
"Try to see if you can lift your feet a bit," Beichuan Si moved his hand away and then said.
"Um."
Qianye Yuki nodded, then bit her lip, her face turning red.
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