After cutting off the tendons in both of his hands, Mo Qin took out two more bottles of medicine, took out one and threw it into Xiao Haoyang's mouth, which was open in pain.
It melted in his mouth and he barely had time to react.
The other bottle contained medicinal powder to stop bleeding, and she poured it on Xiao Haoyang's wound.
Too much blood can make it difficult to clean.
Yu Jing carried her things and walked outside the courtyard gate, and she keenly smelled the smell of blood.
The smell of blood was not strong, but it still made his nerves tense.
He quickly ran into the yard and saw a man and a woman lying on the ground. The smell of blood wafted from the man's body.
But he didn't care about who the person on the ground was, but rushed to Mo Qin with concern.
"Qinqin, are you okay?"
"How is this going?"
Mo Qin briefly explained what happened just now.
"I'm fine, I just made the yard dirty."
Yu Jing held Mo Qin's hand tightly, seemingly still afraid.
His disgusted eyes fell on the two unconscious people on the ground.
"As long as it's okay, let me clean up the rest."
When Xiao Haoyang woke up, he found himself in the dungeon.
Su Yunruo is in the cell opposite. She hasn't woken up yet, but she is definitely still alive.
His wrist still hurt, and he couldn't feel any internal strength in his body, which made him panic.
Although after discovering that he was poisoned, his martial arts could no longer improve, but now he not only lost all his martial arts, but also had his hand muscles broken. What is the difference between this and a cripple?
No matter how anxious he was, there was no way to escape. Instead, the poison in his body gave him a splitting headache and made him want to hit the wall.
Su Yunruo felt much better, at least she no longer had to be tortured by Xiao Haoyang.
In the end, Xiao Haoyang went completely crazy under the torture of poison.
He would only climb on the railing and smile stupidly at Su Yunruo, which made her feel sick.
But there's something even more disgusting.
On the fourth day after Xiao Haoyang went crazy, the two were put into a cell.
Although his hand tendons were broken, the man's strength was still considerable. Su Yunruo could not resist at all, and could only be held, scratched, and torn apart by a madman all day long, like a rag toy.
Later, she felt like she was going crazy.
Only an idea occasionally pops up in my heart. It would have been better if I hadn't followed him out of the Spiritual Medicine Valley.
-
Spring goes and autumn comes, and the years turn around.
Fifteen years passed in a flash.
“Mom, it’s raining this year too.”
A little boy of eight or nine years old was holding an umbrella and standing next to the woman in black.
Heavy rain poured down, and the mist in the air blurred the line of sight, greatly reducing visibility.
Muddy rainwater accumulated in the mud puddles on the roadside, the dense branches were bent, and croaking toads lurked in the grass.
He looked at the man standing in front of the tombstone not far away and asked curiously:
"This rain is really heavy. It will rain all day long. Will Uncle Yu keep staying there this year?"
Yu Fei touched the boy's head with a gentle tone.
"Yes, today is your Aunt Mo's death anniversary."
"But since the tomb is there and we don't want to run away, can't we wait until the rain subsides and stops before we come back? It can be done tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow."
It doesn’t have to be today.
Yu Fei's explanation voice was mixed with the sound of rain, with a hint of coolness.
"This is different, today is special."
The boy nodded in understanding.
He only has some extremely vague memories of this elder who comes to visit every year.
After a while, Yu Fei said to the boy:
"Let's go back first, don't disturb your Uncle Yu."
Every year at this time, Yu Fei's family of three would come to stay in the yard here for a day.
Yu Jing, who used to come back the next day, didn't come back this time.
No one knows where he went.
He was never seen again.
Many anecdotes have appeared in the world, and those from many years ago have long been forgotten.
The once prosperous Longquan Jianzhuang changed hands.
I heard that the Xiao family couple was killed in a vendetta, and I don’t know who did it.
-
"Do you have a name?"
Mo Qin looked at the rock tumbling in the water and asked casually.
[The name... seems to be there. 】
"If you have it, you have it, if you don't have it, you don't have it. What does it mean that it seems to exist?"
Mo Qin rejected such an ambiguous statement.
【……】
Xiao Shitou couldn't tell, but he just felt that he had a name.
Has he lost his memory?
His stupid brain couldn't figure it out.
"How long do you have until you can transform?"
Little Shitou didn't know what to ask. He shook his body and the green water rippled.
[It should be enough in two or three more worlds. 】
"Probably, two or three?"
[Ahem, maybe four or five. 】
"..."
Mo Qin thought she was used to his uselessness, but she still felt speechless.
"Besides teleporting, what else can you do?"
Xiao Shitou is not very capable, but his temper is not small.
【There are so many things I can do! If it weren't for me, you might have died. 】
This was the only thing Mo Qin could not refute. `
"Yeah, you're right, you are indeed a useful stone."
Xiao Shitou was still dissatisfied and secretly thought about how to win back the victory.
As a result, he was distracted and accidentally made a mistake.
-
Jingle Bell--
In the last class, the bell rang.
The middle-aged physics teacher from the Mediterranean still occupies the podium and refuses to give up.
"Just a minute's delay. I'll finish the get out of class after finishing this question."
Some enthusiastic students responded enthusiastically.
"Okay~"
Some of the reluctant students had grimaces on their faces and listened to the question very reluctantly. Some of them had even collected their books and were just sitting there waiting for the get out of class to end.
Although Mo Qin already knew how to solve this problem, he still listened patiently to the teacher's explanation.
This is the last class of the afternoon.
Five minutes later, the teacher finally finished explaining the question. He flipped through the booklet in his hand with his hand covered in chalk dust and happily assigned homework.
"I will finish the exercises for class 17 when I get back today."
Mo Qin methodically packed today's homework into her schoolbag, arranged all the books on the table, and then left the classroom with her schoolbag on her back.
"You are so slow today. You made me wait for so long."
The sweet-looking girl with a ponytail was carrying a schoolbag and pouting.
Mo Qin didn't miss the hint of impatience in the girl's eyes.
She dodged the girl's hand that wanted to hold her arm, her expression slightly cold.
"I didn't ask you to wait for me. If you don't want to wait, don't wait."
Fang Mei didn't expect that the always gentle Mo Qin would say such things. She stuck out her tongue in a coquettish way.
"I'm sorry~ I just said it casually, don't be so stingy."
"Seeing as I've been waiting for you for so long, please stop fussing with me, okay?"
Such an apology did not make Mo Qin feel any better, but made her even more bored.
Because the two of them went home together, they became good friends even though they were not in the same class.
But why, she felt that this good friend was very fake today.
As soon as this thought came to an end, the annoying voice in my head appeared again.
[I've told you, she is a bad person, don't believe her. 】
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