The world is silent under the silent night sky, and another tragedy is happening somewhere.
Inside the night battle group, time can be felt passing by, but the ticking of the clock cannot be heard.
A beautiful figure walked in the hall of the night battle group.
"Tsk, are Qingxuan's disciples so useless, or are all men like this?"
Qingmuxue, who had never been in close contact with a human male, hugged the ragged guy like a princess. The guy's clothes were in tatters.
I have to say that this guy's vitality is so strong that he didn't even get cold even after being injured like this.
This supposedly flawless body was riddled with scars, and several eye-catching yet beautiful blood holes stood out.
But this guy just can't get cold enough, and it's also a bit sad and beautiful. Some guys with special quirks from the home planet era might like this white and tender body with injuries.
But Qingmuxue won't like it. After all, this is not a trace left by her. Why do you like it?
If you really think about it... wouldn't it be possible to have her shape for the rest of your life if you do it twice now?
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The scene changed, and in the medical room, Qingmuxue stood beside the operating table.
On the operating table was a white and tender body surrounded by cold mist. Several blood holes were still visible on this white and tender body.
Qing Muxue had a scalpel in her right hand and surgical scissors in her left hand. There was a plate of utensils placed next to the operating table.
The battle group was temporarily short of manpower, and because it was late at night, as the group leader, she had to do it herself.
The last person who enjoyed treatment by her hands was Qingxuan who suffered comminuted fractures all over his body, so is this a change of heart today?
Qingmuxue didn't know... There was a strange look in her dark golden eyes, and she didn't know whether she hated Qingxuan or what.
Opening the locker under the operating table, I wanted to get a few anesthetics, but there was currently a shortage of medical staff at night and I wanted to save as much anesthetic as I could.
Although the guy with thin skin and tender flesh has been injured like this, with a few bloody holes that are still beautiful and eye-catching, this guy looks like he is a very durable type.
A few stabs should not hurt, let alone die, and there is no need for anesthesia or anything like that.
But out of humanitarianism, she activated her power and used ice mist to paralyze the guy's perception on the operating table.
"Tsk, the injury is like this... It seems that some of his tissues and organs have to be sacrificed to replace it..." Some of Mo Feng's tissues and organs were damaged.
"Such a big one is not cute at all. I don't know what Qingxuan thinks..."
Gradually, the delicate body that was not powerful at first became smaller and smaller.
"Tsk, why are so many prosthetic limbs... removed and removed?"
Certain parts that may not be that important are removed.
"What the hell..."
Some accessories were removed.
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Throughout the entire medical process, Qingmuxue was very attentive.
She didn't mess around with what should be cut and what shouldn't be cut, what should be trimmed and what shouldn't be trimmed.
She doesn't do things entirely based on her own preferences, she still has some sense of propriety.
She admired Muxue as a good doctor, but the lucky child on the operating table didn't know all this.
His body was squandered by Qingmuxue's surgical scissors, the scalpel was beating even more, and the surgical forceps clamped the iron pieces and burnt flesh.
This medical skill was quite good, and Mo Feng was lucky. He didn't feel any pain at all, and his life was even saved.
It's just that his body was squandered by Qingmuxue.
When you squander, you always have to lose something.
Youth? Wealth? Body?
Obviously, Mo Feng, a lucky child, was squandered on his body.
This loss shouldn't be huge.
At least that's what Qing Muxue thinks. If you squander your body, you can save your life.
If this guy doesn't kneel down and sacrifice himself voluntarily with gratitude, would that be ridiculous? What's more, the grudge between this guy's master and her is still lingering...
"Phew...it's done..."
Looking at the petite and lovely body on the operating table, Qing Muxue couldn't help but nodded.
She opened the cabinet under the operating table, took out a white shirt and put it on the little guy.
The half-naked white shirt carries a vague temptation, a bit of flavor, and the snow-white body is trembling slightly in the lingering cold mist.
Qingmuxue couldn't help but tighten her legs. She was a little annoyed now. The feeling of being wet was uncomfortable.
"Tsk..."
She released waves of cold mist to calm herself down.
"Isn't the coquettish thing good enough? If it weren't for the fact that this little fairy is underage..."
Qing Xuan, whom Qing Muxue knew, had no limits on what he could do. Unexpectedly, Qing Xuan could resist eating and wiping himself clean.
As for the underage of the body? Would Qingxuan, the coquettish guy nicknamed Qing Demon, care about this? This is even more ridiculous than a mentally ill person suddenly becoming a four-star awakened person.
Just because of my young age? Funny! Is this still the green devil who eats people without spitting out their bones and plays with the world without admitting what is wrong or right?
However, Qing Muxue soon felt relieved. Her understanding of Qingxuan was that when Qingxuan patted his thigh, she knew what kind of madness this coquettish guy was planning to do.
The voluptuous girl probably planned to raise this guy slowly and then take her time. Delicious food takes time to prepare, and both she and Qingxuan knew this.
This guy Qingxuan is planning to play the taboo game between master and disciple.
Build up the relationship first, and then slowly destroy it. Once the relationship between master and disciple begins to change... then it will suit the bewitching guy's will.
Coupled with some strange potions and so on, Qingxuan will have a lot of fun.
This alone made Qingmuxue fall into the trap, so that her feelings for Qingxuan were very vague and she couldn't help but think of the feeling of her mind going blank.
This is a shame, an indelible shadow.
For a long time, her body was involuntarily... It was so!
"The damn memories!"
She bit her lip and slumped against the wall in anger. She had not been doing well in the past few years.
As for Qingxuan, it's good that he's starting to play master-disciple game.
Can this be tolerated? ! Absolutely not.
But now I can't bear it anymore and can only hold it in. I can't catch Qingxuan at all.
And now...
If you can't catch the old man, this big kid will be sent directly to your door?
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Some time passed...
It feels like ice, so cold...where am I...
Mo Feng vaguely felt that he was in an ice cave, and in a daze he felt that he was sinking and falling.
The body seems to be gradually emptying out, and the mass seems to be passing away. It is like a dream but brings a sense of discomfort, accompanied by weakness and fatigue.
"Well......"
Mo Feng, whose consciousness was hazy, opened his eyes, and everything in front of him felt very strange.
It seemed to be indoors, but the light was very dazzling, which made it difficult for him to open his eyes.
The feeling of seeing the light again made him a little confused. He vaguely saw a bunch of strange instruments, and he felt that his current situation seemed not good.
He was in a trance, his eyes widened, and he realized that he was handcuffed to the operating table.
All he had on was a white shirt that barely covered his knees.
This shirt is a little thin, and the folds vaguely reveal the flawless body.
But now his whole body was weak, his hands and feet were tightly cuffed by metal shackles, and he was simply at the mercy of others.
"hateful......"
Damn it, I can't use any strength... Ordinarily, I would have broken free immediately, Mo Feng thought and shook his arm hard, but the metal handcuffs didn't move at all.
Um, you should be able to break free in a few moments, right?
Mo Feng struggled again, his legs twisted hard, and his white and tender wrists were red, but the handcuffs and shackles were still fixed there.
It seemed that nothing could be done at once, so Mo Feng had no choice but to shout for help.
"Here comes someone! The abduction has not...been abducted?"
Is it useless to call for help in these last days? No, it is still useful.
I remember the master said: "Feng, if you wake up one day and find yourself in a strange environment and look at a beautiful woman, don't shout for help..."
Yes, that was the sentence, and he remembered it very firmly.
Remember to shout for help. Will he not remember this? So he shouted for help immediately.
But he quickly stopped talking.
The reason he stopped calling for help was not just indoors, where calling for help had little effect, but also because of something he discovered.
There's something wrong with my voice.
This voice sounds milky, just like a newborn kitten...
"Meow meow meow?"
