Help!I'm so pregnant that I'm pampered by my nemesis

The stiff bodies of the two grown men were playing rock-paper-scissors. The scene was as weird as it could be. Feng Jiu almost burst into laughter.

For the old man, she was convinced. Feng Jiu didn't feel anything about Song Shuheng's resistance to her. After all, they were strangers to each other.

The final result was that Song Shuheng, who had been taken advantage of, lost, so the iron-clad man walked towards Feng Jiu reluctantly with a sad face.

"Come on!" He took off his clothes and looked like a strong man who had cut off his wrist.

This made Mr. Dongfang both appreciative and distressed.

I admire my grandson's courage and decisiveness, but feel sorry for him at the same time. If Feng Jiu can cure the child's problem, it will be complete.

But this is the best response that can be made when facing difficulties at present. Even Master Dongfang who has some power has no other way.

Feng Jiu could feel the tension in the atmosphere, but she calmly got into work mode within seconds.

"Actually, you don't have to take off your clothes. Of course, it doesn't matter if you take them off." Because what she wanted to stab was the head.

This man thinks that if he takes off his clothes, he won't have to pierce his head? Ah! Whimsical.

"Sit tight and don't worry. I won't do anything I'm not sure about."

Feng Jiu has used the Nine-turn Mysterious Needle for two consecutive lifetimes, and now it has become perfect. With the help of divine power, it is still very simple for her to restore a person's memory.

Because, through examination, Feng Jiu knew that the memories of the two of them had actually been sealed, and that they only needed spiritual power to break the formation and clear it, so that the memories of the two could be restored.

This shows that the souls of the two people have been tampered with early on, and they have become the targets of evil cultivators.

After Feng Jiu's repeated assurances, Song Shuheng closed his eyes and sat down in front of Feng Fa with all his might, without saying a word.

He intuitively felt that Feng Jiu would not hurt him, although this was a bit baffling.

Feng Jiu was also not interested in talking nonsense. She pushed the golden needle with her spiritual power and quickly and accurately inserted it into the acupuncture point on Song Shuheng's head. A long golden needle sank into the head.

Stimulating and breaking through acupuncture points, the strange thing is that even if the scalp is pricked, the wounds are not stained with blood. Song Shuheng, on the other hand, did not feel any pain at first, but as Fengfa inserted more golden needles, more and more areas of the seal were broken.

His memory slowly recovered, the old and the new were connected, his brain was extremely confused, and the pain was of course getting worse and worse.

However, Song Shuheng was able to accept it all and did not pester Feng Jiu any more.

Because he is busy recovering his memory.

This situation is actually very good. If it weren't for Feng Jiu's input of spiritual power, Song Shuheng would have fainted from the pain.

Not long after, Feng Jiu finally finished pricking the best golden needle, and at this time, Song Shuheng had already unlocked the memory.

Even my own experiences as a child have been restored clearly.

Until the formation was cracked, Song Shuheng's memory was completely restored.

Feng Jiu slowly pulled out the golden needle, her attitude neither happy nor sad.

It wasn't until all the golden needles in his head were pulled out that Song Shuheng felt the pain disappear.

What followed was embarrassing!

He exchanged souls with others! Living in someone else's body for several days! Can I still exchange it back?

Song Shuheng looked in the direction of Mr. Dongfang. He opened his mouth, but he was unable to shout out a complete sentence because of the other person's body.

The most important thing is that when he woke up, he had an extra wife.

For a moment, Song Shuheng looked at Feng Jiu with complicated eyes.

"How is Xiaojiu? Is it cured?!" Old Man Dongfang asked impatiently.