Ignoring Chen Feng's expression, the paper figure jumped straight out of his arms.
Smack!
A bright red handprint appeared on Liu Qingqing's little face.
Under Chen Changsheng's slap, brimming with divine power, Liu Qingqing slowly opened her eyes.
"Aah!"
As her consciousness returned, so did Liu Qingqing's screams.
"Stop screaming. Your internal organs are as fragile as paper right now. If you keep screaming like that, you'll only make your injuries worse."
Hearing this, Liu Qingqing instantly swallowed the scream that had risen to her lips.
"Senior, am I about to die?"
"Don't worry. You won't die just yet."
"The Wang family ancestor struck to kill, but your cultivation technique is quite unusual."
"If that unusual technique hadn't helped you withstand the Wang family ancestor's hidden force, you would already be dead."
At this answer, Liu Qingqing gritted her teeth and said, "Since I'm all right, could you get off me first, Senior?"
"You've sealed all my major acupoints with silver needles. I can't circulate my divine power to heal!"
Hearing this, the paper figure, carrying a great pile of silver needles, spoke.
"Keeping you from circulating your divine power right now is for your own good. Your technique may be unusual, but someone has planted a hidden means of control in it."
"If we don't seize this opportunity to get rid of that lurking danger, your life will always be in someone else's hands."
As he spoke, the paper figure drove a silver needle hard into Liu Qingqing's Baihui Acupoint.
The pain pierced straight into her soul, nearly making her eyes roll back as she fainted.
But Chen Changsheng's words just now made her grit her teeth and hold on.
"Senior, what do you mean? I don't think I understand."
"It's not that you don't understand. You're only pretending