There was steam rising from his head and his forehead was covered in sweat.

Including Qin Wushuang, their backs were soaked in a short time.

Since you have promised someone, you must do your best, try your best and do your best.

Time flies, from afternoon to evening. How could it be so easy for the Yin-Cold Poison to exist in the body for more than 20 years?

If it were easy, why would we bother looking for Qin Wushuang?

At this moment, Qin Wushuang was close to collapse, his spirit was listless, his face was pale, and his true energy was greatly consumed.

So he took out a pill from his pocket and put it into his mouth. The pill melted in his mouth and a warm current flowed into his dantian.

Qin Wushuang forced himself to cheer up again.

But the longer time goes by, the more something feels wrong.

If this goes on, Longtou's life will not be saved, but he will lose his life instead.

The energy in the pill can't last long.

Qin Wushuang's expression was tense, serious and solemn. He was considering whether to use the twelfth needle.

Although the current strength is not enough and is almost there, if we give up, the leader will die immediately and die on the spot.

After weighing the pros and cons, Qin Wushuang picked up a silver needle in his left hand and resolutely stabbed it towards the top of his head.

The twelfth needle: God of Hell spare our lives!

"Ah..." The dragon head shouted, and his inner energy was strong and spread out.

"Bang!" The bucket exploded and Qin Wushuang was blown away.

“Master, Master!” Outside the door, Shen Wanqian heard the noise and bravely rushed in.

The leader felt the surging power, the fullness of true energy, and the warmth all over his body, and was ecstatic.

Needless to say, we also know that he has recovered as normal and will no longer suffer from the cold.

The changes to the faucet don’t stop there; there’s also the appearance.