Nangong Mo's reaction made Yun Ran very satisfied.
She followed his gaze and took out a seven-inch long scythe-shaped golden needle, playing with it between her fingers.
"Master, look, isn't this golden needle quite unique? Does it match you well?"
Nangong Mo: "..."
It's so unique that this master doesn't want to speak, this master just wants to stay quiet...
Yun Ran straightforwardly waved the needle in front of his eyes, "Guess where this needle would be most suitable to poke?"
"This master doesn't know... nor wants to know."
"No worries, you'll know soon enough."
Saying this, Yun Ran rummaged through the box and took out some other uniquely shaped needles: triangular, rhombic, conical, and one that was truly excessive, a spiral-shaped one.
Looking at it made Nangong Mo feel a twinge of pain...
If these were all poked in, wouldn't his leg be ruined, if not already?
