Chapter 118: Misfired
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The intense heat swept through her entire body, and then she felt as if the seven needles in her back were heated red-hot by fire, piercing into her flesh, with an extremely strong burning sensation!
At that moment, she personally experienced just how miraculous the "Eight Needles Against Fate" really were!
It was as if a tide of heat had risen in her back, rolling along the meridians, and then, she felt a sensation in her chest, like being pricked by a sharp object in an already itchy spot, and like water flowing under her skin, utterly comfortable!
Her blood heated up under the influence of Zhao Yang's True Qi, and she actually felt it flowing through her body!
Not knowing how much time had comfortably passed like this, Zhao Yang removed the silver needles one by one from her back, and she felt the speed of her blood flow seemed to have slowed down.
After midnight, the moon was bright and stars sparse outside the window.