The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

Tunxi looked up and casually pulled a personal message: "Come here, give me a hold. Don't let him move anyway!"

The little soldier who was pointed to was shocked and repeated: "I? Me?"

Ouyang Haoxuan chuckled and said: "Hey, I don't need people to hold me down, I won't move. It hurts, I still bear it."

Tunxi raised his eyes and looked at him with a sneer. "Well, this is what you said. Since you can bear this, your arm is cut and don't care, then I don't need to see an anesthetic. I will suture the meridians." If you break the arm, you will give me a hand. If you dare to move during this period, don't blame me!"

Ouyang Haoxuan glimpsed, but Tunxi did not give him the opportunity to repent, and suddenly there were countless silver needles in his hands.

Some of these silver needles are ordinary acupuncture needles, and some are suture needles with a gut.

Her expression condensed, so that the little soldier took Ouyang Haoxuan's arm and placed it about five centimeters away from the broken arm wound.

The soldier was holding the ice and cold, and with a **** arm, he saw the movement of the creek to Ouyang Haoxuan. He couldn’t help but tremble: "This... son, you are going to do this." what?"

"Shut up! Take it!" In fact, it is a bit angry. Ouyang Haoxuan’s unwilling fight will one day finish his life, but she also knows that Ouyang Haoxuan needs to vent, otherwise Non-metamorphosis is not possible.

Quxi only said four words, and then all the preparations were ready.

The next moment, everyone, yes, all the people, including Chen Guang, Shi Wan, and Wei Jie, are all attracted by Tunxi, staring at her every move, just want to wipe their own Eyes, wonder if what you see is true.

Tunxi has a pair of luxuriant and slender, like a beautiful hand carved in white jade.

At this time, the hands were like a white butterfly flying like a flower, and during the dance, a line of guts was interspersed.

These needles and threads are treated with special drugs and soaked in Lingquan. They have special toughness and can be incorporated into the human body after suturing without causing injury.

I saw the silver needle that shimmered in the cold light, pierced and pierced from the wound meridian of Ouyang Haoxuan's broken arm, and was connected to the wound of the arm held by the soldier, which was also pierced and pierced from the meridian.

After a short tea time, Ouyang Haoxuan’s face was full of sweat, his face was pale, and the clothes on his back were all soaked in sweat.

That is not the pain of cutting blood, but the stitching of the true meridians.

However, no one cares about his pain at all. Even Chen Guang’s eyes are attracted by the actions of Tunxi, and he can’t tell the other.

Seeing that all the meridians have been connected by the gut line, the brook hand slammed.

I saw that the arm suddenly separated from the hand of the soldier, and slammed into the broken arm wound, and joined together.

Ouyang Haoxuan finally couldn't help but make a sigh.

The movements on the hands of Tunxi did not stop. He quickly picked up another threaded needle and quickly stitched it on the outer skin.

The last knot cut the thread, and the forehead of Tunxi also dripped a drop of sweat, which was stuck on her long eyelashes.

Not waiting for her to use her sleeves to wipe, a pair of warm hands have been holding the sputum to stretch over, gently rubbing her sweaty forehead, and the eyelashes stained with sweat.