Supernatural: a Poor Monk Becomes Stronger when He Crosses a Ghost

"One stitch and you can be like us..."

"Never die!"

"Will stay here forever!"

"bring it on……"

His speed suddenly increased sharply, and the huge needle in his hand stabbed it hard.

Han Xiaomei and Qin Lan closed their eyes in horror at the same time.

Don't dare to look at it at all.

"what……"

A scream came!

Huh?

It doesn't sound like Hongyi!

It's like an old doctor.

Open your eyes and take a look.

Oh my God!

Both of them opened their mouths.

I saw that Hongyi didn't know where to get a rope, and he tied the old doctor so quickly.

"Come……"

He waved at Ye Gucheng, who was a little stunned.

"Press him, don't let him move!"

"Camera on!"

After the live camera was aimed at, Hong Yi said to Shuiyou: "I wonder if everyone had this idea when they were young, injections are very painful!

A poor monk once thought, is it that doctors are not afraid of pain?

Then why do poor monks have an expression of enjoyment when they give injections?

Today the poor monk finally got his wish!

Please call me Dr. Hong in the future, thank you..."

Say it!

Under the terrified eyes of the old doctor.

He pulled down half of his trousers.

The huge needle was slowly pierced in!

"Aaaaaaaaaa..."

The old doctor suddenly twitched...

But it was quiet for a moment.

He felt...

The black liquid was slowly injected into the body.

Nima!

It's full of corpses!

You dare to hit someone without knowing something?

And, what the hell, you're in the wrong place!

Everyone is playing half way, and you are so poking right in the middle!

The water friend, who was already a little drowsy, is now in good spirits!

[Serving spicy, inexplicably tight legs...]

【I……】

[The moment I plunged in, why did I feel a little pain? 】

【Ah ah ah ah, I will go to the hospital for an injection tomorrow!How to do?I dare not go!too horrible!】

[The master is amazing, taking a needle is a doctor... 2333333]

After one injection, the elderly doctor was quiet.

This will untangle the rope, and they will not move or speak, and sit quietly on the chair with their heads lowered.

It's like thinking about life.

"How powerful is the medicine?" Hong Yi couldn't help but think.

"Donor, where's the female doctor?" Still asked what was the matter.