Su Zhiyu picked up the silver needle and first stabbed it into several large acupoints between Zhen Mei'er's neck.

"When I clean your pussy later, it may hurt a little. Although I applied some paralytic ointment, I still felt a little painful."

Su Zhiyu explained that the silver needle in his hand was ready.

Zhen Mei'er gritted her teeth, looking at her brave man's determination that never returned.

"good!"

Su Zhiyu took the kerosene lamp and hung it above Zhen Mei'er's head, so that the light could be sufficient as much as possible.

After everything was ready, she rolled up her sleeves and exposed her two smooth arms.

She twisted the silver needle with her fingers, and the silver needles were shining with cold light, approaching the pustules on Zhen Mei'er's face.

After one needle, a thin layer of skin outside the pus is lifted open, and the pus flows outwards instantly along the rupture.

While carrying the pus, Su Zhiyu cleaned it with a hurry to prevent the pus from flowing to other skins as much as possible.

Perhaps because of the rupture of the pustule, Zhen Mei'er couldn't help but take a breath and subconsciously frowned.

"Zhiyu... it hurts."

Just as she picked it up, she just felt a tingling pain.

But when the pus was squeezed out, she felt a scorching pain on her cheeks.

Upon hearing this, Su Zhiyu immediately stopped moving, puffed up his mouth and kept blowing cold on Zhen Mei'er's cheeks.

"Be patient, only by squeezing the pus inside can you not infect other places and can also heal faster."

If these pus is not processed carefully, it will be infected wherever it flows.

The infection will also become purulent, the pustules on the face will become more and more serious.

At that time, even the Daluo Golden Immortal could not save this face!

Seeing Su Zhiyu's serious face, Zhen Mei'er also realized the seriousness of the matter.

At that moment, she took a deep breath, endured the severe pain on her face, and tightened the stool under her with both hands.

"Okay, let's continue!"

Now she is already in a difficult situation, so she can only grit her teeth and hold on.

Su Zhiyu was a little surprised.

Unexpectedly, Zhen Meier's daughter-in-law has several times the endurance of ordinary people.

"Relax, trust me!"

Su Zhiyu comforted her softly, and then she became more focused on dealing with the pustules.

As the pus burrows were cleaved one by one, there was no pus oozing out of Zhen Mei'er's face.

She couldn't wait to see her appearance, so she hurriedly came to the bronze mirror.

But when her face was printed in the bronze mirror, she still widened her eyes in horror.

"Ah...who is that?"

At this time, the bronze mirror reflected a human face full of scars and swollen red face.

She actually became unrecognizable?

Zhen Mei'er looked back at Su Zhiyu, her eyes full of fear and confusion.

Su Zhiyu looked calm and slowly came to Zhen Mei'er, with a faint smile of satisfaction on the corner of her mouth.

"Don't worry, I just cleaned up the pustules and looked a little scary. After you have a beautiful sleep, you will be surprised!"

"Really?"

Zhen Mei'er was still a little worried, and her voice was trembling.

Su Zhiyu pressed her shoulders, and Yingying smiled over the corners of her mouth.

"Don't worry!"

Seeing that Su Zhiyu was so sure, Zhen Mei'er finally calmed down a lot.

She forced a grin and pointed to Su Zhiyu's bed beside her.

"Zhiyu, can I sleep with you today?"
Chapter completed!