"..."
Guan Dazhuang was about to refuse, but Sun Erzhuang suddenly said: "The master has skills, Guan big brother, why not let him take a look."
Just one call of Guan big brother made the eight-foot-tall man freeze in place.
The next moment, the stunned big man suddenly felt a sharp pain on his body. Upon closer inspection, he saw that Xu Qing had already stuck needle and thread into his chest.
"Don't move, it'll be over soon."
Xu Qing's needle flew, the Mother and Child Needle danced back and forth on his fingers, like bees and butterflies darting among flowers. The hideous wounds torn by tiger claws were rapidly knitting together.
Guan Dazhuang sweated profusely, he hadn't taken any anesthetic, and now the needle and thread were truly piercing through his flesh.
Who knows how many stitches were sewn. By the time the Incense Candle was about to burn out again, Xu Qing finally finished the last stitch.
