Fortunately, Mu Jinyu had warned him earlier, to bite down on that towel.
Otherwise, Xu Tianzheng believed that given the intense, unimaginable pain he felt at the moment, he was highly likely to bite his own tongue off.
Xu Tianzheng broke out in a fine, cold sweat all over his body, lying on the bed, instantly soaking the thin quilt underneath him.
Xu Qingya stood by, her eyes wide, clearly seeing Xu Tianzheng's muscles spasming and twitching. Following his convulsions, black, fresh blood began to seep from the acupuncture points on his back that had been pricked by Mu Jinyu's silver needles.
The black blood kept seeping more and more.
Eventually, Xu Tianzheng's entire back was dark and murky, as if he had a large plaster adhered to him.
A little while later.
Xu Tianzheng felt the intense, skin-peeling pain disappear, replaced instead by waves of relief and comfort, as if he were sitting on clouds.
