The perfect tattoo (part 2)

The hooligan's body change was a response of the injected masculine yang in his body.

Ignoring the shame in her heart, Shuiyue took a cloth bag from her pocket; the little bag was filled with silver needles. There were all kinds of needles inside. She needs to help Qi Yue to absorb the yang energy that invaded his body in order to save his life.

Picking up a medium silver needle, Shuiyue just stabbed it in his body. Suddenly, she saw a strange scene. On the left pectoral muscle of Qi Yue, a faint pattern appeared. It was a horse like insignia. The pattern was black. A beautiful unicorn spread from the heart of Qi Yue to his collar bone. The animal's head was slightly lowered. As the pattern became clearer, one can see that the horn on top of the horse's head was spiraling. The horse mane was brown silver; coupled with the black horse it looked unusual.

The beast's body was black except for its head, neck and small parts of its forelimbs.

"What is this? Is it tattoo? How can there be such a perfect tattoo?"

Driven by curiosity, Shuiyue carefully turned over Qi Yue's body. She was suddenly shocked by everything in front of her eyes. The black beast was surrounded but silver horned devils. The rest of the tattoo was occupying two thirds of his body. The black and silver intertwined to create a beautiful sight. Under the horses hooves laid four clouds that emanated a dreamy feeling.

Shuiyue was surprised, is this an invisible tattoo? Her dad once said that after mixing some medicinal herbs with pigeon blood, it is usually turned invisible and only it only appears when the blood surges. However, pigeon blood can't be black right? How much pain one needed to endure for such a large-scale tattoo, and what are the chances that artist never made a mistake.

Although she was doubtful, Shuiyue was quickly relieved. Originally, she did not quite believe that Qi Yue was studying body art. After a simple conversation, she was somewhat vigilant in her mind and decided to ignore him. The reason why she took care of him is entirely out of her doctor's instinct.

However, seeing this strange tattoo, she felt a little bit bad for doubting him. Plus only someone who had a pa.s.sion for tattoos could bare such a large one. To her, he definitely had a gentle man's heart. Little did she know that the hooligan is exactly what she hated the most; liars.

More strange things continued to happen. When she turned Qi Yue's body and prepared to help him guide the damage caused by the stacking palm, Shuiyue was surprise to see the tattoos emit a faint light as the swollen bruise started receding and his agitated breathing stabilized. Only his bulging crotch remained.

The redness on his skin caused by the increase in temperature was gradually disappearing. Shuiyue quickly examined Qi yue's wrist veins. She found out that Qi Yue's yang, which was originally injected by her own hands, was gradually vanis.h.i.+ng. No, to be precise; it seems like the yang energy was being absorbed.

He had entered a weird state. Even though his facial expression insinuated pain, his skin became more elastic, and his face was no longer pale, it became ruddier, his breath became more vigorous and more rhythmic. These changes were gradual and more subtle; one can't help not notice them