The shrew of time travel

Chapter 136 Come on, this is going to die!

"Tell me, what is the solution?"

Human life is at stake, Cui Yuren naturally dare not be sloppy in the slightest.

"Seeing that Aunt Hua is dying again, I am afraid that only severe pain can bring back Aunt Hua's consciousness. If you drive a nail into Aunt Hua's fingertips, it will not hurt or even save Aunt Hua One life..."

Everyone was amazed when they heard this, and thought to themselves, could it be that the fourth sister of the Mu family is thinking of some way to get revenge on the flower matchmaker?
It's just that, as Mu Si said, who would dare to say so lightly when it comes to a matter of life and death.

The flower matchmaker listened on the ground, and felt her fingertips go numb, as if the iron nail in Mu Si's mouth was about to be nailed into her finger.

The eyes are slightly opened a little slit.

Very good, Mrs. Mu is by my side.

Taking advantage of the fact that people's eyes were on Mu Si, the flower matchmaker quickly used her fat hands to secretly pull the corner of Ramu's clothes.

Feeling the strength from the corner of the clothes, it was clear that the flower matchmaker was pretending to be sick.

But thinking of that slap before, Mrs. Mu didn't have the slightest consciousness to rescue her.

"Then hurry up, I think the flower matchmaker will be overwhelmed."

Instantly pretending to be worried, Mrs. Mu couldn't stop clamoring in her heart, hoping that Mu Si had better drive that iron nail into Mrs. Hua's fingertips right away.

"Um, where can I find iron nails right now?"

The method is good, but these iron nails are not cheap, and no one usually has such things.

Cui Yuren couldn't help showing embarrassment.

Musi's head was covered with black lines, oh Maikar, what did she do?
I originally thought that no matter what, iron nails are more deterrent than embroidery needles.

how?

Did he lift a rock and shoot himself in the foot at this moment?
Looking at Mu Si's constipated face, Mu Weichen couldn't help laughing.

The left hand reached for the cuff, and then stretched out again.

It's just that a steel needle has already appeared on the slender palm.

"Although this steel needle is far less thick and heavy than an iron nail, I can guarantee that this steel needle will feel ten times more painful than an iron nail when pierced... more than..."

There was a slight smile on Mu Weichen's clean and delicate face.

A bright light flashed across Mu Si's eyes, and it was only for a moment.

Quickly realizing where he was, Mu Si quickly took the steel needle over.

The inch-long steel needle in front of me is like the sweater needle of later generations, but the needle tip is sharper and sharper.

Tsk tsk, he really is a black-bellied man.

"Uncle Village Chief, that's true. You can see that there is a faint cold light on the steel needle of this inch. It is really sharp. If you use this steel needle, it will definitely work!"

Mu Si showed off to the steel needle seriously.

Although the words were addressed to the village chief, the playful eyes were aimed at the sweaty woman on the ground early on.

Seeing that Mrs. Mu not only refused to lend a helping hand, but even wanted to add insult to injury, Hua Pozi wished she could grit her silver teeth.

Then I heard Mu Si's annoying voice ringing in my ears from time to time, and every time I said a word, a thin layer of sweat broke out on Hua Pozi's forehead.

In addition, the night wind at the end of spring was still a little cold, and my body was wet and dry, and finally made Hua Pozi shudder.

"Hurry up! I saw the flower matchmaker's body shaking. This, is this going to die? Hurry up and pierce her! Human life is at stake, human life is at stake! If it's a little later, I'm afraid the life will be gone !"

This scene happened to be seen by Hong Yuniang, and she shouted immediately.

(End of this chapter)