Sebastian Sheng had never heard of any forbidden technique with such a disgusting name.
And this forbidden technique itself is more disgusting than the name. He was careless and let the first "thin thread" penetrate into his chest. Those dense thin threads spread infinitely towards the limbs like spider silk, thinner than Su embroidery stitches and thinner than Su embroidery stitches. I miss you so much.
Whether it is the brute force of the body's muscles or the mana in the meridians, it cannot be emitted from one point. There must be a certain "circuit". Just like the contraction of muscles depends on joint traction, whether it is mana or magic energy, it cannot be emitted from one point. It needs its own operating mechanism. Because the two of them are connected and connected, Tristan Xuan has a particularly keen sense of his body. Every "thin line" can be subtly nailed to the key node of exerting force.
Sebastian Sheng seemed to have become a puppet with all its joints rusted to death.
He had a bad feeling---this thing seemed to be born in conjunction with empathy.
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