Fantasy: Starting out as a gigolo, born a Confucian sage

Half an hour later.

"Is it really okay to do this?"

In the back hall of the Demon Master Palace, the Red Dragon Demon King was lying on the bed with his plump body, pursing his lips and looking to his side.

Shen Wuming was currently tying up a few transparent glass bottles on the bed, with a lot of pipes connected to them.

All of these pipes are made of extremely special metal. They are not strong, but very flexible.

And it has good plasticity!

All of them were made based on the blood-drawing equipment in Shen Wuming’s memory, with a lot of filtering mesh added.

These meshes are also unusual.

Instead, it is made from the silk spit out by hundred-year-old demon silkworms. It is densely packed, but can filter blood.

The so-called blood transfusion method does not mean to exchange your own blood with others, but to draw out your own blood, wash it, and then reinject it into the body.

“Isn’t this dialysis?”

Shen Wuming thought to himself, but his hands were not slow in their movements, arranging everything.

Then he took out another syringe!

He then responded to the Red Dragon Demon King, "If Your Highness the Demon King doesn't believe me, then I can leave now."

"But as far as I know, there is probably no way to cure the poison in your body."

The principle is very simple.

With the strength and status of the Red Dragon Demon King, if there was a solution, she would not have stayed until now.

The Red Dragon Demon King pursed his lips and said nothing, but his heart was still filled with anxiety.

Even her plump chest rose and fell, showing her inner restlessness, and she glanced at Shen Wuming beside her from time to time.

Shen Wuming didn’t say much, but raised the syringe in his hand and stabbed it towards her buttocks.

"Don't move!"

Shen Wuming warned, “I didn’t look at your skirt first, so it’s not easy to determine a position.”

"If you move, I might put the needle in the wrong place, so don't blame me."

"OK……"

The Red Dragon Demon King was about to agree when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his buttocks, and the pain as if a cramp spread throughout his body.

Even the pair of beautiful legs under her short skirt couldn't help but spasm at this moment, and the veins on her femurs were visibly bulging.

"No, do you really need to?"

While Shen Wuming was drawing blood, he said disdainfully, “You are at least a strong man in the eighth realm, so why are you so afraid of pain?”

"Fuck your mother!"

The Red Dragon Demon King tried hard to keep his body from moving, but he couldn't help but get emotional. "Do you want to try it yourself?"

"There are quite a few runes on this needle. Do you know how painful it is to break my body?"

At this moment, the needle tube in Shen Wuming’s hand was indeed emitting mysterious rays of light.

It seems like words, or like some ancient talisman or something.

The Red Dragon Demon King couldn't tell what it was exactly, but she knew that her butt hurt like hell.

Shen Wuming curled his lips and did not explain.

This entire set of tools is provided by the system. The content is complex and the specific details are also explained.

For example, why does acupuncture hurt?

But it’s not just because the needle pierced the flesh. After all, the Red Dragon Demon King in front of him was a dragon.

Are you afraid of this little pain?

The real reason is that the core of blood transfusion is not just blood.

But the genes and core of the human body.

To put it simply, with this blood, one can even recreate the body of the Red Dragon Demon King.

Although there is no soul.

However, in terms of the genes and strength of the physical body, even the appearance and figure, they can be replicated one-to-one.

"That can't be helped. Mine is a little big. Just bear with it!"

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