Chapter 659: Stuck Crookedly...

"The two of you come in with me, and lie down on the bed in the room." Mu Qianyue pointed to the Patriarch of Guidance Palace and the Second Elder of Nangong.

"Oh." The two walked into the room suspiciously and curiously, only to find that three beds had already been set up in the room.

The person who helped Mu Qianyue was Ye Hanqing, "Master, what should I do?"

"First you give Nangong Patriarch acupuncture, the yin-yang acupuncture method is sixty-nine and fifty-four needles." Mu Qianyue said.

Ye Hanqing nodded, took out a set of acupuncture and moxibustion from the Najie space, quickly and prepared to pierce Patriarch Nangong's body, and then controlled the true energy to force the black blood in Patriarch Nangong's body to his left hand on the index and middle fingers.

And Mu Qianyue walked up to Patriarch Nangong, hung the finished medicine bottle and infusion tube on the nails on the wall, and then connected the needle.

Looking at the needle in Mu Qianyue's hand, Patriarch Nangong shook his eyelids in fear, "Miss Mu, what are you going to do?"

"Blood." Mu Qianyue replied blankly.

"Draw blood? How?" Patriarch Nangong asked.

"You don't care how I smoke, you are not a pharmacist, and you won't understand if I tell you." Mu Qianyue said angrily. She didn't have any good feelings for him.

Patriarch Nangong closed his mouth resentfully, he is a big man with a lot of blood, it doesn't matter if he draws a little, and he can also cure his father's illness. Just why do you feel a little guilty?

Immediately afterwards, Mu Qianyue grabbed his wrist and stabbed it directly with the silver needle. Patriarch Nangong let out a loud "ah" in pain. The pain was so painful that his hair stood on end.

"Why does this embroidery needle hurt so much!" Patriarch Nangong said.

"Oh, it's crooked." Mu Qianyue exclaimed, pulled it out and continued to tie it.

"ah!"

"Sorry, it's crooked again."

"Ahh..." Patriarch Nangong roared in pain, his miserable roar could be heard almost all over the room, people who didn't know thought he was suffering some terrible punishment inside.

"It seems that I am not in good condition today, and I got crooked again..."

A series of "staggered" more than a dozen needles, Patriarch Nangong's wrist was pierced with more than a dozen needle holes, the pain made him break out in cold sweat, he couldn't figure it out, he was once stabbed in the back, and he didn't even blink , Why is this needle injection so painful! ! It hurts to the bone marrow!

That's because he didn't know that Mu Qianyue deliberately stimulated his pain point, and the pain was magnified dozens of times in an instant. Can he not feel the pain?

"Well, this hand can't be tied anymore, let's change another hand." Mu Qianyue stared at his other hand with dark eyes.

Patriarch Nangong shuddered for no reason, "Can I stop pricking?"

"Okay, then your father doesn't need to be saved." Mu Qianyue looked at him indifferently.

Patriarch Nangong thought over and over again, and had no choice but to stretch out his other hand.

Ye Hanqing next to him couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth. The sect master couldn't pierce it crookedly even with his eyes closed, and even after more than a dozen stitches, he could tell it was intentional.

There was a cold light in Chu Tiange's golden eyes, remembering the domineering appearance of Patriarch Nangong that day, he wished to beat him directly, but today he came to the Jingyue Chamber of Commerce in the name of seeing a doctor, so he can't make a move, otherwise it will be broken The reputation of the Jingyue Chamber of Commerce, but this hatred must be avenged!

The Second Elder Nangong saw Patriarch Nangong in such pain and even his clothes were soaked, he couldn't help laughing, "Patriarch, you are too cowardly, aren't you just pricked by silver needles a few times? Then bite like an ant What's the difference? Haha...I didn't expect the Patriarch to be afraid of these silver needles."

Patriarch Nangong rolled his eyes in disdain, and didn't speak, but he started to smile inwardly, laugh, let you laugh, when it's your turn next, you won't be able to laugh anymore!

After more than a dozen needles in the other hand, it finally succeeded. Mu Qianyue directly drew two bottles of blood from Patriarch Nangong's body, which was a full thousand milliliters.

The blood volume of a normal person is 500 ml. When the blood volume is more than 800 ml, the injured will have symptoms such as complexion, pale lips, cold sweat on the skin, cold hands and feet, weakness, shortness of breath, and a fast and weak pulse.

However, Patriarch Nangong is also a strong man at the level of a holy warrior, so it is fine to smoke a thousand milliliters, at most his face is pale and his legs are weak, and he has been weak for a few days.

Of course, this was also intentional by Mu Qianyue, who made him want to try to break up Xiaoxiao and Big Brother?

Then, Mu Qianyue came to Elder Nangong's side again, and did the same thing. After experiencing the pain that made life worse than death, Elder Nangong finally couldn't laugh anymore, my God! This embroidery needle hurts so much when stuck in the hand! It hurts like hell!

Elder Nangong, who had been watching from the sidelines, looked puzzled and bewildered. He obviously didn't understand why the two of them showed such terrified expressions and made such miserable screams. Could it really be that painful?

And Ye Hanqing had released all the black blood from Nangong Patriarch's finger, but the black blood continued.

Looking at the blood in the basin on the ground, Rao the Great Elder Nangong couldn't help shaking his eyelids. If the blood in the human body dries up, will he die? Even a martial artist must die! After all, blood is the foundation of human beings!

Mu Qianyue walked quickly to Nangong Patriarch's side, ready to transfuse him, but when Nangong Patriarch saw the needle in her hand, he couldn't help trembling with fear, his old face flushed slightly, and said, "Ms. Can't you take it easy?"

Judging from the appearance of the two of them, they didn't look like they were pretending, but they seemed to be sweating profusely from the pain!

"Okay." Mu Qianyue nodded, grabbed his wrist, pushed gently, and the needle pierced into the veins under his skin, and he didn't even feel any pain.

Patriarch Nangong couldn't help but widen his eyes in surprise, "Hey, why don't you feel it?"

And the Patriarch Nangong and the Second Elder Nangong on the two beds next to him knew that they had been raped by Mu Qianyue! But there is nothing to do!

After the blood from Nangong Patriarch's fingertips finally turned bright red, Ye Hanqing quickly bandaged his fingers. At the same time, the two bottles of blood were almost lost.

Putting away things like the needle tube, Mu Qianyue took out a blood pill and gave it to Patriarch Nangong. This was the last and most important step. Although most of the blood was exchanged, it remained in his blood. The germs in the skin have not been completely removed, and it is necessary to use Xuemai Pill to remove all the remaining germs and impurities.

After taking the Bloodline Pill, Patriarch Nangong felt that the blood in his body was boiling, and he was refreshed. He no longer had weakness in his limbs, dizziness and nausea, and he even felt that there was inexhaustible strength in his body.

Layers of dirt and impurities were discharged from his body, bringing bursts of pungent stench.

"I'm fine now?" Patriarch Nangong said excitedly.