The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

"Ah, ah, ah!"

The half-foot-long gold needle was just inserted, and the man, who was originally confused and confused, squinted his eyes and gave a screaming scream.

The original strength of the body is suddenly large, and the bundle of celestial ropes can no longer support and completely break.

The few people who had been holding the man to suppress him, Qiu Shu, were also unrelentingly smashed out and suffered a lot of internal injuries.

However, after breaking the bundle and suppressing, the middle-aged man just stood up, his face was blue and purple, and he slammed back and fell back. Then he closed his eyes and fell into a deep coma.

"Respected!!!" Qiu Shu made a scream of anger and rushed over.

However, no matter how he shakes the middle-aged man, the middle-aged man is still a breathless, unmovable look.

Qiu Shu has a pale face and looks at him violently. The red eyes are full of remorse and killing. "It's you, you killed it! I want to smash you a corpse and avenge you." !"

"This kid is supposed to be sent by the enemy to assassinate him. We have abolished him. I must force him to ask the ambassador behind the scenes."

Everyone stared at Tunxi with a bad look, and I couldn’t wait to rush to smash her.

However, Tunxi’s expression was very calm, and his mouth even had a cold and sardonic smile: “You are bothered? If you don’t let it go, your respect will be really dead. Don’t tell me, you don’t want to save you at all. The master, so I have been delaying my healing!"

Said, her cold eyes fell on Qiu Shu, slowly said: "I remember I said, since let me heal, don't question my treatment? Don't forget, you promised me. Condition, I came to the treatment."

Qiu Shu took a breath and trembled: "You mean that you are not dead? You... can you save him?"

Tunxi ignored him and quickly walked over to the unconscious middle-aged man.

The hand gently grasped the top of the gold needle inserted in the Baihui hole, and the mellow water spirit condensed into a white milky substance and slowly infiltrated into the middle-aged man along the golden needle.

Qiu Shu and others looked at Wuxi's every move without fear, and feared that he had any actions that would harm him.

And an old man around him suddenly exclaimed: "This... This is the condensed spirit for the Wannian Lingru, which is the soul of the dead human bones, can someone really do it?! This watery alcohol What is the degree to achieve?"

The words of the old man attracted the attention of Qiu Shu and others. They looked at the sly eyes and finally got a little more dignified, but more of them were still alert and worried.

With the infiltration of Wannian Lingru, the blue veins of the middle-aged man's face slowly disappeared, but there is still no vital signs on the body.

Tunxi frowned, because the middle-aged man’s cultivation was too high.

His own strength, wanting to explore the structure of his brain through the golden needle, was blocked by his self-defense spirit.

This is still relying on the golden needle to penetrate the Baihui point. If it is directly pulsed, in the case of this middle-aged man coma, I am afraid that the spirit will just be infiltrated and will be countered to vomiting blood.

"I am your doctor, what I am doing now is to cure your illness." With everyone's strange eyes, Tunxi slowly uses a very calm voice in the middle of a faint middle-aged man's ear. "If you don't let go of the defensive hood in your head, I can't confirm your condition at all. No one can help you now, except yourself."