Hunter Turns Martial Saint Chapter 69

"This is what is called a fine silver needle."

In front of the stone table, Zhou Yuan, with a hint of pride on his face, separated his hands from Nathan Wei's palms.

And in the palm of Nathan Wei's hand, there suddenly appeared densely packed tiny red dots that looked like needles.

Even near the edges of the fingers, on the soft skin, there were faint traces of blood.

These needle marks did not cause much impact on Nathan Wei, and they didn't even pierce him, but the dense and tingling sensation completely aroused his interest.