C171 Wind-cold

"Let's go, grandfather. I'll go to the front yard and give you a few acupuncture needles."

Hearing this, Liu Xinyue laughed helplessly, old village head was living more and more like a child, to the point where he was even able to forget that his own leg was not painful.

"Okay okay, isn't that the golden needle you gave Wang Mang earlier?" With the support of Liu Xinyue and Cai He