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Chapter 31: What Does He Want to Do
When Feng Wushuang's body was displayed naked in front of Xiao Yun, he was almost overwhelmed by a strong shock!
It was the first time in his life that he had seen a young woman's body so closely, and it was indeed too perfect. He couldn't believe that such stunning beauty existed in the world, leaving him trembling and astonished!
"Mr. Xiao..." Feng Yue noticed that Xiao Yun's eyes were fixed on her daughter, and she reminded him somewhat displeased.
However, ever since Xiao Yun stepped through the door of Feng Residence, he had been calmly observing him from the side, especially when he magically produced Writing Tools. She secretly marveled at him, feeling that he was not an ordinary person.
Only Feng Wushuang's mother felt very uncomfortable; after all, her daughter was still a young girl. It was unbearable for her to see a stranger looking at her daughter's exquisite body so brazenly, as if someone were digging into her heart with a knife.
She even doubted whether this Xiao Yun was a madman. If he were truly a street con artist, it would be laughable if this got out. Not to mention her daughter, how could the Feng Family face others?
"Uh,"
Feng Yue's reminder snapped Xiao Yun out of his daze. He quickly said, "I'll start changing her bones right away!"
Xiao Yun felt ashamed; as a Bone Painter, how could he be enchanted by a woman's body?
He picked up the painting and covered it over Feng Wushuang's body, sitting cross-legged beside her. He slightly closed his eyes, circulating his True Qi through his hands, beginning to transmit it to Feng Wushuang.
At the same time, Xiao Yun's hands moved over the thin layer of paper on her curvaceous and delicate skin, massaging her all over.
After all, Feng Wushuang was different from Duan Zixue, Zhu Wanyu, and Liu Ziyan. When treating them, he only focused on specific areas. Now he had to massage every inch of her skin to help her completely transform. This process required a significant amount of his own True Qi.
Although there was a layer of paper between them, Xiao Yun could feel the warmth and tenderness of Feng Wushuang's skin as if touching soft cotton, which inevitably made him feel somewhat dazed.
But Xiao Yun was very clear in his mind that he was using his energy to save someone. If he lost focus, it could lead to him going astray and damaging his Dantian True Qi, which would be akin to self-harm and render him useless.
He quickly adjusted his breathing and steadied his mind, allowing True Qi to continuously flow into Feng Wushuang. Due to his current low cultivation level, his True Qi appeared intermittent and unstable, making it extremely difficult for him as he had to repeatedly channel it.
Xiao Yun's breathing became rapid; his face turned pale as sweat streamed down his forehead incessantly, soaking through his clothes in no time.
In the hall outside the bedroom, Cheng Hu was pacing back and forth like a headless fly. As he moved, he muttered to himself, "Crazy, all of them are crazy. I really don't understand how they could believe the words of a madman!"
A female reporter approached Cheng Hu and curiously asked, "Are you sure that person claiming to be Xiao Yun is a madman?"
"What do you think? A person who has already lost their life to Bone Cancer, and yet someone claims he can bring her back to life—doesn't that sound insane?" Cheng Hu glared at the reporter fiercely.
The reporter was momentarily speechless but had to nod in agreement, "He is a madman!"
However, as she thought it over, the reporter felt something was off. Feng Yue was a businessman; with his shrewdness, could he really believe a madman could cure his daughter?
But then again, there’s a saying: desperate times call for desperate measures.
At that moment, Cheng Hu suddenly raised his hand and beckoned to the bodyguards of the Feng family, saying, "You all come here!"
"Young Master Cheng, what do you need?" one of the bodyguards asked.
Cheng Hu's cold gaze swept over the faces of the bodyguards one by one as he said, "Get ready. If that Xiao doesn't cure Wushuang, you all go together and make sure to completely incapacitate him!"
"Understood!" Although the bodyguards were somewhat put off by Cheng Hu's arrogance, they responded in unison.
Cheng Hu snorted. He pulled out a metal rod from somewhere and weighed it in his hands, thinking that when the time came, he would lead the charge and strike Xiao on the head—he wasn't afraid if his skull was made of iron!
Meanwhile, standing nervously to the side were Feng Yue and his wife. Seeing Xiao Yun's demeanor, they realized he was seriously treating their daughter. Feng Wushuang's mother felt some regret for having wrongly suspected him earlier. What surprised them even more was that as Xiao Yun's hands moved faster in massage, strands of heat began to emanate from him, swirling gently and revealing hints of rainbow colors.
At this moment, their daughter's cold, pale skin gradually began to show a delicate flush of red. They seemed to see her long eyelashes fluttering slightly over her closed eyes.
Feng Yue whispered to his wife in admiration, "A divine doctor; truly a divine doctor!"
Feng Wushuang's mother's face transitioned from shock to calmness. After hearing her husband's words, she excitedly nodded repeatedly.
"It seems our daughter is really saved!" Madam Feng let out a long sigh.
At that moment, she couldn't help but glance at Xiao Yun a few more times, thinking to herself that she never expected this young man to be so capable!
After nearly another hour, Xiao Yun finally exhaled deeply, got off the bed, and took a couple of steps. He stumbled slightly and almost fell.
He couldn't help but sigh inwardly, realizing he needed to find a way to accelerate his cultivation. If he continued like this, he would be an easy target for anyone who wanted to attack him.
"Mr. Xiao, you..." Feng Yue noticed something was off from Xiao Yun's pale face and asked with concern.
Xiao Yun understood that she was worried about whether her daughter had any hope of recovery. He waved his hand and said, "You should go check on Feng Wushuang. She's fine now; just let her rest quietly for a few days, and she'll be completely well!"
Feng Yue and her husband hurried to their daughter's side and were overjoyed to find her face rosy and breathing normally. They trembled with excitement—could it be that heaven truly had eyes and sent them a living miracle?
"Let me share some good news: Feng Wushuang has come back to life!" Feng Wushuang's mother announced this news excitedly as she opened the bedroom door to everyone in the hall.
"Bang!" Cheng Hu, who had been ready to strike Xiao Yun with an iron rod, felt as if a dark cloud had passed over his head upon hearing this news, causing the iron rod in his hand to drop to the ground.
Needless to say, the bodyguards who had been eagerly waiting at the door quickly retreated. The man named Xiao had saved Feng Wushuang, making him a great benefactor of the Feng Family. If they showed even a hint of disrespect, they would be jeopardizing their jobs.
Everyone in the hall wished they could slap themselves in disbelief, wanting to use physical pain to prove they weren't dreaming...
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