Chapter 17 In time, it will become a great thing

Although the bad boy who used to bully me and beat me "penicillin" now doesn't know where he is, he can't find his revenge and remember happily for the time being.

But it doesn't matter, isn't there a ready-made experiment on the ground at the moment?

Perhaps, after testing the efficacy of "penicillin" on him, it will be mass-produced in the future!

So without saying a word or a word, Wang Junsheng aimed at the "ring jumping point" on the left side of Shangfang, and luckily poked it behind his fingertips.

Sure enough, and living up to expectations, Shang Fang's fart-strand shook as Wang Junsheng's fingers touched, accompanied by a spasm.

But the situation quickly disappeared, after all, the wound in the palm of his head was too deep to wake up for a while.

Wang Junsheng wanted to tap his legs and feet just in case.

Looking at the good performance of the fart stock that was poked just now, I know that the effect of this "penicillin" is really undeceiving, and what he said is true, and it is really a little deterrent to the disobedient bear child.

If any bear child is messing around and not listening to advice, give him a finger and shout if you need to "get penicillin".

He must have stopped fooling around and turned silent.

Because of the excellent curative effect, even if Nezha is reincarnated, the rebirth of the demon boy will be effective.

Well, the effect is seen, and there is no need to try more.

Eh, it's strange, I did heal some of the wounds now, although I didn't really have much grudge in my heart, just a small regret in my memory.

Let's do the right thing, Wang Junsheng pondered in his heart.

Wang Junsheng raised his eyebrows, narrowed his eyes, and then fixed his eyes to find two acupuncture points on each of Shangfang's legs.

In the index finger of the left hand, poke the left leg to the right leg in a clockwise direction, one by one.

Shang Fang, who was in a deep coma, still only trembled his legs a few times, and there was no unnecessary reaction.

It's okay if he doesn't wake up, even if he wakes up, his legs can't move, but he can rest assured and bold, he can continue to lie down, and he can't walk for the time being.

The machine spirit stationed in Wang Junsheng's sea of knowledge has been observing Wang Junsheng's every move.

For his luck and mastery of palm and finger poke, he also looks at it in his eyes, and feels that this son can be taught, and over time, he can become a great tool.

Now that Wang Junsheng, who has cultivated the power of creation and super cultivation, is no longer the same as before.

For him now, he wants to say "never again" to the misery and helplessness of the past, and he is about to ascend to the sky step by step.

He knew that of course this was just rhetoric, and it was just a good placebo for future setbacks.

Because whether he can become a god or not, I really don't know, and even if I can, I don't know if it's the year of the monkey, the month of the horse, and when it will be.

Wang Junsheng suddenly felt a thrill in his mind, and on a whim, he couldn't help but have such a picture in his mind:

At that time, Wang Junsheng, who was already a bad old man, was lying on the bed, and he should have been paralyzed on the bed.

Because his legs are difficult to move at all at the moment, it is obvious that he has been incontinent and unable to take care of himself for a long time.

Looking at the picture, it seems to exude a smell of shame, and I feel irritated when I think of my own weak appearance.

But it was difficult to be distracted for a while, just because he had other important things to do at this time, for fear that it would be too late the next moment.

At this time, Wang Junsheng, whose face was haggard, and his white hair and beard were messy, desperately opened his distracted eyes, opened his dry and thin mouth, and said "ahhhhh