In order to take care of Mr. Qin, Chen Feng did not pierce one by one quickly, and sometimes he would explain why he had to put a needle here.

In half an hour, Jin Feng's legs were covered with silver needles, and the phobia that made people see them was about to suffer from.

Mr. Qin seemed to have seen the supreme treasure, staring at Jin Feng's legs with his eyes radiating.

The last few silver needles fell, and the silver needles seemed to come alive, moving in a regular rhythm, and the faint golden light spread into Jin Feng's body.

Old Qin stared at the silver needles intently, wishing to stick them on them.

As the consciousness floated, Jin Feng felt a numb feeling coming from his legs, as if something had crawled over, itchy.

"What's this?"

He couldn't figure it out, and his consciousness sank into the bottom of the sea and fell completely asleep.

Half an hour later, Chen Feng pulled down the silver needles and helped Jin Feng up. Some news figures were stuck on his waist, as if they were blocking something.

With silver needles piercing Jin Feng's chest and back, Chen Feng grabbed the medicinal materials beside him, grind them into powder with fame, and mix them into a bunch of black-colored things.

He held a small plate containing those things, placed it under Jin Feng's nose, lit a few drops of blood, and lit it with fire.

As time passed, there was a strange and disgusting smell in the air.

Chen Feng used his spiritual energy to protect himself and Mr. Qin, and with Jin Feng's breathing, the mist was sucked into his body.

More than ten minutes passed, and Old Qin saw something flashing across Jin Feng’s forehead.

"Chen Feng, Xiaofeng's head..." When Mr. Qin looked over again, Jin Feng's forehead had returned to its original state. He rubbed his eyes, wondering if he was dazzled.

"It's those bugs." After Chen Feng finished speaking, Jin Feng's forehead moved a few more times.

Gradually, Jin Feng's face completely changed.

There is a protruding piece here, and there is a piece of puddles. Not only is the bumpy face on the face, the holes are still moving around.

It was like a bump on a toad's body, moving back and forth, making people feel disgusted.

Qin couldn't help it and started vomiting in the trash can.

After vomiting almost, Old Qin smiled at Chen Feng weakly: "No wonder Xiaofeng's legs are not good, these insects are really disgusting."

"Disgusting?" Chen Feng's mouth was filled with an unfathomable smile.

Mr. Qin looked at the smile and felt inexplicably that something bad would happen.

The insects had moved to Jin Feng's cheek, rushing out, pushing up the muscles on his cheeks high.

"Chen Feng, this won't happen, right?" Old Qin was a little worried, for fear that the insects would break out of their bodies.

"fine."

Seeing Chen Feng so calm, Mr. Qin's nervous heart also calmed down.

Three or four minutes later, something was exposed in Jin Feng's nose.

Before Mr. Qin could see clearly, he fell into the jar with a "splash".
Chapter completed!