Chapter 898

All the people present have different faces.

The two assistants closed their eyes and did not dare to look.

Although the needle is not on her own body, the young girl is naturally afraid of the needle, and has no courage to watch the tip of the needle stick into Ah Ying's arm.

The other two make-up artists are both men. They look a little calm. In their opinion, it's just acupuncture without too much Association.

But soon, they will realize their mistakes.

Although Lin Mengjia looked at it, her face turned white, and Kong Qinghua covered her mouth with her hand, looking shocked.

Lin Mengjia has seen Tang Feng's treatment, but Kong Qinghua has seen it for the first time. Moreover, it's such a grand scene. I don't know if it's a kind of luck.

Among all the people, the most calm one is Shangguan.

She was holding the sugar jar in her hand, standing behind Tang Feng, staring at it.

For others, watching Tang Feng's needling with her own eyes may be just a sight of excitement, but for Shangguan, it's a golden opportunity. Naturally, she doesn't want to miss any details.

Tang Feng's needle, stabbing into a Ying's skin moment, she issued a low exclamation, but only a small call.

As Tang Feng said, she didn't feel much pain. She was just nervous.

However, the other people who watched Tang Feng's movements, but with one voice, issued a more startled cry than her.

This sound, make a Ying more nervous up, even busy way: "what's the matter?"

She didn't feel anything, but when she heard the voices of all the people, she felt a tension in her heart.

"It's OK. It's OK. Don't be afraid." The comfort of the makeup artist.

However, her voice trembled, not only did not play the role of appeasement, on the contrary, it made Ah Ying look tighter, her body could not help shaking, with a cry, said: "is something wrong?"

Then he wanted to turn his head to look at it, but he didn't dare to. He could only tremble slightly and expect to get an answer from others.

But other people, no longer in the mind to answer this question, but all stare at her wrist.

"It's going well. Don't move." Tang Feng said in a deep voice.

Other people's answer, a Ying may not completely believe, but heard Tang Feng's voice, no doubt is to give her a reassuring pill, coupled with the wrist and no feeling, she gradually relaxed down, body shaking, gradually eased down, but the tension in her heart, or not completely calm, there is a string, always in tension.

At the moment, people's eyes seemed to be glued, staring at Tang Feng's action tightly. Even the girls who didn't dare to look before were staring between their fingers.

It's not that they feel more secure, but the shock at the moment makes them forget to put their hands down.

At the moment when the silver needle in Tang Feng's hand touched a Ying's wrist, everyone clearly saw that it looked like a red line drawn on it, and suddenly it started to move.

This picture is very strange.

Before everyone saw it, the red mark was really like a line drawn on a Ying's wrist. It was flat and felt the same as her skin.

But in the silver needle on the moment, it lived.

And it's full of energy, and it's writhing violently.

But no matter how it moves, it is still tightly attached to a Ying's wrist skin. It is still winding like a red line, just like a stabbed snake, twisting its body, as if it wants to go deeper into the skin.

This kind of situation, in the treachery, is still a bit disgusting.

Make up artist and hairdresser, after they make a exclamation, even dare not give out the atmosphere, so fixed stare.

Kong Qinghua's mouth was wide open and gaping. She couldn't believe what she saw.

Even from some novels, she had read stories about poisonous insects, but she never thought that she would see such a scene with her own eyes.

Lin Mengjia clenched her hands tightly and held her breath. She looked nervous for fear of any accident.

In her heart, she was worried that the seemingly thin and fragile "red line" would break in such a fierce struggle.

Shangguan also felt shocked, but she was the one who controlled her mood best. She didn't show too much. She just frowned and looked at it with her eyes. However, when she grasped the sugar jar, her knuckles were white.

Tang Feng's expression, as always calm.

It's not difficult to deal with this insect, but it's a living thing after all. If it's not handled properly, it will go into the human body, and it may decompose immediately, turn into countless vermicelli and flow into the blood. In this way, unless the blood of her whole body has been changed, there is no way to remove it.

Tang Feng, holding a Ying's arm at the same time, has instilled a aura into her body. The aura forms a barrier around the insect on her wrist, trapping the insect in it so as not to escape.

Then, the silver needle filled with spiritual power stabbed the insect's head.

It looks like a red line. It's connected end to end. There's no difference. Only Tang Feng can tell where its head is.

When the needle pierced the insect's head, it immediately struggled. The first time it escaped into a Ying's blood vessel, but the barrier blocked its escape. The silver needle nailed it firmly and couldn't break free.

The insect twisted on a Ying's wrist. With the twisting, her body seemed to lengthen a lot.

A Ying is a thin girl. Her wrist is only ten centimeters in a week. But at the moment, the length of the insect has already circled twice on her wrist. According to this length, it is more than thirty centimeters at least.

These two circles of red thread like things, wrapped around her wrist, wriggled away, looked terrible.

It's not only terrible, but also makes the feeling of nausea even more intense.

There is already a little girl, covering her mouth and pressing it tightly, for fear that she will cry out or vomit, which will make Ah Ying hear and make her even more afraid.

Fortunately, Ah Ying is no different.

As a client, she is the most quiet now.

Her eyes were blocked by the makeup artist, and she was closed tightly. She didn't seem to feel anything, just a little nervous.