In order to take care of Mr. Qin, Chen Feng inserted the needles one by one slowly, and sometimes he would explain why he needed to inject the needles here.
For half an hour, Jin Feng's legs were so densely covered with silver needles that anyone watching would have trypophobia.
Mr. Qin seemed to have seen a supreme treasure, staring at Jin Feng's legs with shining eyes.
The last few silver needles fell, and they seemed to come alive, moving regularly, and the faint golden light spread into Jin Feng's body.
Mr. Qin stared at the silver needles intently, wanting to stick them on them.
Jin Feng, who was drifting in and out of consciousness, felt a numb and numb feeling on his legs, as if something was crawling across his legs, itching.
"What's this?"
He couldn't understand, his consciousness sank to the bottom of the sea, and he fell asleep completely.
Half an hour later, Chen Feng pulled out the silver needles and helped Jin Feng up. Some news figures stabbed him in the waist, as if they were blocking something.
As Jin Feng's chest and back were covered with silver needles, Chen Feng grabbed the medicinal materials on the side, used his fame to grind them into powder, and mixed them into a pile of dark stuff.
He held a small plate with those things, placed it under Jin Feng's nose, put a few drops of blood on it, and lit it with fire.
As time passed, a strange and disgusting smell filled the air.
Chen Feng used spiritual energy to protect himself and Mr. Qin, and with Jin Feng's breathing, the mist was sucked into his body.
Ten minutes passed, and Mr. Qin saw something flash on Jin Feng's forehead.
"Chen Feng, Xiao Feng's head..." When Mr. Qin looked over again, Jin Feng's forehead had returned to its original shape. 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 protrusion here, and a sinkage somewhere. Not to mention the pits on the face, those pits are still moving around.
It's like a pimple on a toad, moving back and forth, making people feel sick when they look at it.
Mr. Qin couldn't hold it back and vomited while holding the trash can.
After almost vomiting, Mr. Qin smiled weakly at Chen Feng: "No wonder Xiao Feng's legs are not good, these bugs are really disgusting."
"Disgusting?" Chen Feng had an enigmatic smile on his lips.
Mr. Qin looked at that smile and felt inexplicably that something bad would happen.
Those bugs had already moved to Jin Feng's cheeks, rushing out and pushing up the muscles of his cheeks.
"Chen Feng, will this be okay?" Mr. Qin was a little worried, fearing that the bugs would burst out of his body.
"fine."
Seeing Chen Feng so calm, Mr. Qin's nervous heart calmed down.
After another three or four minutes, something popped out of Jin Feng's nose.
Before Mr. Qin could see it clearly, it fell into the jar with a "snap" sound.
With the appearance of this one, the insects behind seemed to have found an outlet and rushed out. After a while, the jar was filled with a greasy mess.