The Main God Space is Coming

A young man with a silk scarf on his head and delicate features covered his mouth and whispered.

The muscular and rude middle-aged man wearing a simple linen blouse and half-topped was very dissatisfied when he heard this.

Quen said: "What are the sissies talking about? Isn't Dazhi kid still alive and well? Can't talk!"

"But in that situation... it is already a miracle to be alive at this moment."

"All right, all right, stop talking! You'd better shut your crow's mouth!"

Li Ge, who was waiting with a bag of silver needles in his hand, frowned, "Okay, please stop arguing for now."

The two who wanted to argue slowly became quiet.

"Silver needle."

Beigong Wuyue who pressed a palm on the boy's head said softly.

Li Gexiao, who was always paying attention to him, immediately handed the things to him.

Not shying away, Beigong Wuyue pinched the silver needle.

Afterimages flashed.

One by one, they penetrated deeply into every part of the boy in front of him - chest, wrist, palms, feet...

Dozens of silver needles are densely packed, most of them are submerged, and only a small section is exposed.

It was shocking to see.

The rude middle-aged man, that is, Bupleurum, who is called the "Tianjiang Bandit" by the world, suddenly had goose bumps all over his body.

He couldn't help touching his whole body with both hands: "It's so frightening..."

He Xiaomei, a young man who is good at medical skills and is known as an actor with a thousand faces in the world, has a serious face.

"This seems to be...an acupuncture method to stimulate the potential of the whole body."

"He, Dazhi, can he wake up?"

The mature woman with charming appearance and beautiful black hair said anxiously.

He Xiaomei looked embarrassed: "It depends on whether that brother's acupuncture skills are better."

"Well, it's up to people to plan things, but it's up to God to make things happen."

The old master, who was wearing a white-washed Confucian shirt, sighed softly.

He is the founder of Zheng's Shushu, Zheng Dongliu.

"How can this be done! I won't allow it! I won't allow this—" the mature woman lowered her voice with lowered face.

His eyes flickered faintly.

If it is not now in the emergency stage of medical treatment.

She almost grabbed Beigong Wuyue by the collar, begging him to work hard, to work hard!

Zheng Dongliu sighed again imperceptibly, and did not continue to persuade.

Secretly, why bother.

Vision turned to Beigong Wuyue.

When the biggest silver needle is suddenly inserted deeply into the Baihui acupoint!

Containing yin in yang, penetrating life and death!

Many people covered their mouths with their pupils shrunk in horror, and He Xiaomei gasped even more.

I just wondered to myself, is it really okay for this person to do this?

The mature woman fixed her eyes firmly on Kitamiya Mutsuki herself.

His heart was pounding, and he hardly dared to make a sound.

He just clenched his fist tightly, and didn't care if his fingernails were deeply sunken in his palm...

"Paper, ink and pen."

Beigong Wuyue flicked her hand casually.

The boy lay lightly on the bed, like a feather falling down.

Many people present at the scene with high levels of inner strength were all staring at this scene with blank expressions.

Only those who have worked hard to achieve a small success in internal strength will know how difficult it is for Beigong Wuyue to achieve this step!

"Life is safe, don't touch him for three days, and then insist on taking the prescription for a month, and I will come again."

"The pen, ink, paper and inkstone are here."

Li Gexiao delivered it quickly and placed it on the table.

Beigong Wuyue hummed lightly.

Turning to look at the blue-haired girl who looked at him nervously from time to time: "Go and have a look, don't touch him."

"Thank you very much," the blue-haired girl bowed very stiffly, "...I will do it."