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Feng Qianshi's wounds seemed to be slowly festering, and the poison was also spreading. Su Qingyue furrowed her brows, and a silver needle made from the setting sun easily pierced through her He Gu point.

Seeing that the blood flow did not decrease but instead increased, Su Qingyue's expression did not change. Instead, she calmly continued twirling the needles.

However