Zhou Yang flipped his hand, and a silver needle appeared in his hand. White True Qi flashed like a flame, sterilizing the silver needle before it pierced into the center of her upright snowy peaks, at the Danzhong acupoint.
"Mmm~"
Luo Yun let out a soft moan, her body shuddered, and she immediately felt the flow of her internal breath slow down, leaving her feeling very weak.
She opened her eyes and looked down at the silver needle in her chest, asking in confusion, "Did it go all the way in?"
Zhou Yang couldn't help but laugh silently.
"What are you laughing at? When I see other people getting acupuncture, only a part of the needle is inserted..."
Luo Yun said, then suddenly realized the deeper meaning behind his laughter and inwardly snorted, thinking to herself, let's see how I'll deal with you later for making fun of me!
Zhou Yang replied, "This way, the spread of the accumulated cold Qi can be completely blocked, and it won't hurt later."
She bit her red lips and nodded.