With Ning Qingxue being such a beautiful girl, although Ye Mo had never seen her back, he could still imagine how white it would be. However, when he finally saw her back, it was almost fully dark purple, showing how hard she had been hit that day. Seeing the wound on Ning Qingxue’s back, Ye Mo’s killing intent rose once again. “Song Family, I won’t let this go.”
Ye Mo unbuckled Ning Qingxue’s bras, and the 108 silver needles in his hands quickly fell onto Ning Qingxue’s back. At the same time, his two hands kept massaging Ning Qingxue’s body. As his cultivated Chi gradually permeated into Ning Qingxue’s body through his hand, her broken meridians, organs, and backbone began to slowly recover.
Luckily, Ye Mo had left some medical pills here; otherwise, it would be very hard to heal her in only one night with her wounds.
