This concubine is very ruffian and wild

Chapter 342 Seventh place, stunning boy! (1)

Nine Heavens Academy, Department of Swordsmanship.

In the small and simple dormitory, there are seven beautiful boys.

Besides Xuanyu, Linghu Jingtian, and Fenglei, there were also Huangfuxian, Jiu'er, and Mo Fei who was lying on the bed.

There is another one, but it is the second prince Lan Yu who has just returned from the Ice and Snow Kingdom.

Even if only one of these seven went out alone, it was enough to amaze all the female disciples in the academy.

It's just that, now, they gathered here for a woman.

Of course, at this moment, they don't know the person they worry about, care about, like, and love.
Now they are rushing towards them, with murderous intent in their blood-red eyes.

"Jiu'er, how's it going?!"

Linghu Jingtian asked again.

"Brother, don't worry, if you keep asking, I'm afraid I'll find the wrong acupuncture point!"

Jiu'er frowned slightly, with a look of impatience hidden in his eyes.

Last night, Murphy showed signs of waking up.
Now, but the most critical time, a slight deviation may make all the efforts in the past go to waste.

He wasn't afraid of having to start all over again, he was just worried that his little Huoer didn't have so much time to wait.

So, this time, only success is allowed, no failure is allowed.

The others, although also worried, did not dare to speak again.

Huangfuxian even took his breathing lightly, because he was afraid that it would affect Jiu'er's acupuncture.

From the abdomen to the chest, the gold needles move up quickly according to the order of the acupuncture points,
Every time a needle is inserted, Jiu'er must use internal force to maintain the strength of the needle, so as to expel the blood in Murphy's body according to the guidance of his golden needle.

The seemingly understatement of stitching, each stitch consumes a lot of his internal energy.

When the golden needle reached Mo Fei's chest, Jiu'er's plump forehead was already dripping with fine sweat.

He, who has always been careless, now has a serious expression, so careful that he can't be more careful.

The needle pierced Murphy's throat with his left hand, Jiu'er let out a soft drink, and slammed his right hand on his chest.

Following his palm strike, Murphy grunted in his throat, and immediately spewed out a large mouthful of dark red blood.

(End of this chapter)