Li Tianyi leaned in seriously: "Let me see if there's any swelling. If there is, a couple of needles will fix it."
Hearing this, Ye Weining turned around with a full head of black lines: Sure enough, Li Tianyi was showing the Silver Needle again.
This guy might be a hidden master—like a Nanny Rong type.
"No need." Liang Rui quickly pulled his leg back, afraid of getting pricked by the needle.
Ye Weining wanted to laugh, the usually fearless Liang Rui was afraid of the needle in Li Tianyi's hand.
What's there to be afraid of? She's been pricked by that kind of needle countless times.
"It's still early today, let's hang around here a bit longer. We need to move our legs, so let's get moving." After saying that, Ye Weining walked forward.
Li Tianyi and Liang Rui followed suit.
The sun was very bright today, painfully glaring on their faces, and the sand beneath their feet was scorching.
Ye Weining adjusted her hat to try to cover her face.
