noticed that he couldn't bear it, and it was obviously extremely painful, but he still endured it.

Tianjizi raised his eyebrows, the strength in his hand softened, and he began his own 'embroidery masterpiece'.

Stitch by stitch, stitch by stitch, tightly stitched, the tip of the needle with a blue-white glow, beating, like a pure beauty of the enchantress, the Smurf smiled brightly, raised his little hand and waved the stick and hammer in his hand.

Move in the east, run in the west, front and back, left and right, orderly in chaos, jump and dance with the tip of the needle, lively and playful, smart and cute.

When the tip of the needle finished its stringing work, the Smurf jumped forward and used the small stick and stick hammer in his hand to hammer the thread of five hairs into the flesh and blood, again and again, strong and firm.

And this little thick silk thread slowly melted the next moment when it was hammered in and through the dripping flesh.

It is as if a terrible virus like Ebola, as soon as it adheres to human skin or blood, it brings its own 'essence' - the 'DNA' of elite troops, and conquers the city at a very fast speed, turning into a part of flesh and blood, without a trace.

Not for a moment.

Judging from the simple epidermis, there are no traces of processing and modification.

The epidermis of the skin is firm and fair, and even gradually regains its rosy glow, as well as temperature.

They have become part of the human body, and if two extremes were to see them, they would be amazed at their rejuvenation or horrified at their terrifying perfection.

Then neither of them spoke, one quietly enjoyed the pleasure of completing a masterpiece of human body 'embroidery', and the beard at the corners of his lips followed the movement of the needle in his hand, twisting left and right without publicity, and swaying regularly.

One...... Quietly feel the back and forth of the needles and threads, and 'watch' them fill the internal organs in their scattered stomachs with great precision.

The pain was squeezed dry by him and exhausted the last trace of aura, and finally blocked more than half of it.

The boss of his own family is still so perverted as always!

Healing immortals, including ordinary people, has never been like Senior Brother Liu, applying some or oral anesthetics to immortals or people to relieve or completely shield the pain......

Their boss is—

Getting started directly is a meal of sea pull, a lot of medicine, fairy power repair, it's really not good...... And the action and strength are completely merciless!

Say a nice officialdom saying: 'Eat a trench to grow a wisdom', 'Pass a pain and a pain, the skill of the trench is stronger and longer-term'......

The most emphasized, of course, is...... It is not easy to apply needles, and, as we all know, 'needle threads' have low yields and low yields, and they are not consumed if they can be consumed.

You must know that a foot-long silk thread can top the price of the suspended octagonal spirit platform above their nine heavens.

This kind of specially matched silk thread, called Lanling Hundred Bird Golden Silk Thread, is the best and largest spiritual peak above the nine skies - the 'specialty' on Lanling Peak.

As the name suggests, this silk thread is a golden silk produced by a species called Lanling Hundred Birds.

They are the creatures with the longest history above the Nine Heavens, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth immortal qi for an unknown number of tens of millions of years, and finally condensed this golden silk thread.

If you ignore the fact that the silk threads come out of the butts behind their tails, this condensed silk thread that has accumulated the pure essence of heaven and earth is equivalent to the best spirit stone in the world.

The extremely pure and rich aura contained in it can repair damage, even old and old wounds, or slightly transform and condense into powerful pure source spiritual power.

Alternatively, it can be used directly as a perfect material for reshaping the body of a human monk after the out-of-body period.

Although Tianjizi is stingy with themselves, he is extremely generous to those who don't know how to rely on them in the world!

From time to time, every few decades, they will throw one or two feet to the lower realm, and if they encounter the Lanling birds, they will produce more.

These are enough to become sky-high treasures that people dream of, and you can imagine how precious they are, and they must be the existence that cultivators want and rush to.

However, three to five hundred years can produce more than one foot.

The yield is extremely low!

However, in addition to the lack of manpower, they are rich in resources, such as food and shelter, flying in the sky, running on the ground, and almost no shortage except for those who swim in the sea.

The spiritual peaks in the sky are more than one person.

At this level of affluence, it's still a dead door!

A foot of water churns to make a wave, and their boss is the iron rooster in the world!

Today, according to his eyesight, he must have used it almost ...... Thirty or forty feet! Thirty or forty feet is an expensive 'needle and thread' that is as high as the sky, he thought......

When all is over, the little old man reckons old scores, and he may ...... It's not just as simple as being hurt and feeling pained.

Why?

Why can't he fight this dead little old man above these nine heavens?

Why is it always yourself who gets hurt every time!

Because of these three consecutive questions in his heart, the sorrow of the sky made him raise his head and ask the sky sadly.

'Bang!', no matter how strong Liumang is, he can't help crying and being aggrieved, and he wants to cover his face but still can't lift his strength.

Liumang only felt that he was ...... now is like a fish on a cutting board, a piece of soft mud, slaughtered and rounded by others, and not even able to fight back.

"What kind of god, it's time to collect the needle, the abdomen is not allowed to breathe, I try to hurry up. Tianjizi patted his blurry face, and after the shooting, he painted the neckline of his only clean blouse with some disgust.

Can't you give him a cleansing technique?

You have to 'humiliate' him like this!

Feeling the mud on his neckline, Liumang inhaled, took a deep breath, and then nodded calmly.

According to his instructions, his tattered belly was 'calmed' by retracting the air, and it was closer and tighter, so that it was easy for Tianjizi to prick needles.

Tianjizi closed his eyes, took a deep breath slowly, and a solemn frost hung between his eyebrows, and he started business again.

After putting away all the jokes and teasing, Tianjizi calmed down, his hands were like waves on the sea, soft and irresistible, and the terrible wounds in front of him, the layers of ripples slowly smoothed it out.

Compared with the previous 'Thousands of Skillful Hands Quick Shadow Dafa', the most critical part of the back has significantly reduced its speed and become 'soft' and meticulous.

Little by little, the bare intestines are pieced back into place, and as the epidermis gradually closes, the split navel returns to its original shape.

With Tianjizi's strong and smooth golden hand, wherever it passed, the 'portrait' gradually returned to its original source, and it had the natural luster it should have.

The toned and sturdy moon hun slowly revealed in front of people.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Tianjizi finally let out a long breath, and the 'masterpiece' in front of him finally came to a perfect end.

Only then did he reach out and cast a cleansing spell, revealing the healthy redness of the baby's skin in the whiteness.

However, after relenting, Liumang faced the gaze of 'overlooking the mountains', and uttered a somewhat unnaturally faint voice:

"Boss...... Can you help your subordinates put their clothes together?......"

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