Chapter 329

There are no words to describe the mood of summer at this time.

The pain, like the pain of a thousand cuts, this trick at night is more cruel than killing people.

They didn't deal with Xia, or even Zhou Wanqiu.

Instead, he went directly to his child Zhou Xiaocao to do it, which was just a little girl over five years old.

Anyone who has been a parent should know how important children are to parents.

On weekdays, even if it is an ordinary typhoid cold, it is enough to make parents worry about their stomachs and not think about tea and dinner.

What's more, Zhou Xiaocao's situation now is like a living dead.

Even through a night of research in the summer, he was almost certain that although Zhou Xiaocao was now unable to move his whole body, he was like a dead man.

But she has her own consciousness.

In other words, she is not really in a vegetative state, her feelings are still there, therefore, Zhou Xiaocao must be suffering greatly at this time.

When I think about this, I feel weak all over my body in the summer.

Such a powerful Heavenly King Hall Lord was caught by someone in the underbelly.

If he couldn't find a way to save Zhou Xiaocao in the summer, then he was destined to be like now, and he would have been degrading and sinking.

In this way, the Lord of the Heavenly King Hall can be regarded as a waste.

However, just when Summer felt like the whole person was desperate, a fresh breeze hit outside the window.

Summer's consciousness suddenly became a little blurry.

He suddenly fell into a very strange state, as if he were in a half-dreaming state.

Summer can't even tell if it's reality or a dream.

A voice sounded in his ears, familiar and yet unfamiliar.

"Little one, such a small thing stumped you?"

Summer turned her head sharply and saw an unkempt old man standing next to her.

The old man had white hair and white beard, his body was dressed in tatters, and he held a stick in his hand, but the wine gourd hanging from his waist was clean.

"Master!"

Summer stood up with excitement written on his face.

This old man is none other than Summer's master, the old beggar who helped him soar and taught him all his skills.

What is very strange is that Chen Dali is still guarding the door at this time.

And this is the eighth floor, and I don't know how the old beggar got here.

Or rather, summer is actually a dream right now.

"Master, save my daughter."

Summer fell to her knees with a pop.

"You, you can't let me worry about it now."

"I told you a long time ago that I taught you skills, and your main study should not be martial arts."

"It's medicine."

"Look at you, you just didn't listen, now you know the importance of what I said, right?"

"How many times have you used Bian Que's magic needle over the years? How much have you studied Bian Que's 72 needles? ”

"If you study these seventy-two stitches thoroughly, and the power in the world is in my hands, where is the need to work hard?"

After speaking, the old beggar waved his robe, and the four silver needles were already in his hand.

"Boy, among the seventy-two needles, I will only perform it on you once, and you can see it clearly with your eyes wide open."

As soon as the words fell, the old beggar had already thrown out a finger and shot four silver needles into one of Zhou Xiaocao's acupuncture points.

Then he grabbed it, and there were four more, and then four....

The silver needles next to him were grabbed by the old beggar one after another, and then he continuously pierced into Zhou Xiaocao's various acupoints.

The technique is dazzling and eye-opening.

Each of these acupuncture points has a fixed order, and the depth is different, and even after the piercing, the number of turns that need to be turned is completely different.

Summer focused all her attention on the old beggar's methods.