"Liu Mang, how could you do this? Either stop right now or I never want to see you again!"
Liu Mang was baffled, he who was such a serious person, somehow turned into a hoodlum in Lin Ziyan's mouth, "I am trying to save someone here, wife, please don't make a mess. Just wait over there, I'll be done in an hour at most."
Lin Ziyan was agitated, while Miao Fang calmed down and lay quietly on the office desk.
Quietly, Miao Fang closed her eyes and silently waited, waited for the moment to get back at her husband, Yan Qing.
Suddenly, Miao Fang felt Liu Mang insert something long into her skin, it was a bit painful, but bearable. Yet, she couldn't help but moan softly.
Liu Mang continued to work, one after another, the Nine Deaths Needle pierced into Miao Fang's body, driven by Inner Qi, gradually refining and expelling the illness accumulated in her liver.
From those Nine Deaths Needle, dark disease Qi continuously emerged, much denser than during Lin Ziyan's treatment.
