After Liang Meng knew what Yun Xuchen was doing, he struggled violently. The eyebrows were full of panic and fear.

Understandable. Anyone who is blindfolded, tied hands and feet, says that it is healing, but it is completely an operation that wants to tear up the ticket at any time.

Whoever is replaced, who is not afraid.

"Don't move. It hurts a lot when you heal your muscles and bones, and if you move hard, you'll fall short. ”

Yun Xuchen's slightly cool palm pressed Liang Meng's struggling arm hard, and his voice was flat like an emotionless killer.

It's just that the eyebrows are slightly frowning, and the figure is slightly shaking. Something seemed to be surging out of his body, and he was trying to suppress it.

Fear, pain, nervousness, all emotions collided back and forth in Liang Meng's body, forcing her to cry.

Yun Xuchen looked at the soaked fabric, his fingers shook violently as if they were burned by the fire, and then loosened his grip on Liang Meng.

"If you are really afraid, forget it today. ”

Liang Meng cried silently for a while, and his mood recovered a lot. Hearing Yun Xuchen say this, he couldn't tell whether his tone was considerate or contemptuous.

Liang Meng shook his head slowly, then snorted, stalked his neck, and died generously.

Yun Xuchen didn't speak again. Stood silently in front of Liang Meng.

The ten fingers intersect in front of the chest, drawing a sigil in the air. With a string of spells in Yun Xuchen's mouth, the rune shot straight towards Liang Meng.

Liang Meng's limp arm that was tied up was instantly raised.

Yun Xuchen's movements in front of his chest remained unchanged, and one by one the sigils continued to shoot towards Liang Meng.

At first, Liang Meng could still endure the pain. There is only the feeling of a scorching fire.

But then, the burning sensation gradually faded away, and was replaced by a pinprick pain.

The pain was getting worse and worse, and the feeling of pins and needles was getting clearer.

It's like someone is holding a sharp needle and thread and picking at their bones, sewing carefully and very slowly.

Liang Meng's whole body was soaked with sweat, and the sweat on his forehead was also gurgling. A small face was pale and pale.

The arm raised by the sigil shook in midair.

The nails of both hands have long been pinched into the palms of their hands. Blood red.

Liang Meng bit his lip, and blood dripped onto his gray clothes, fainting into a painful and bright shape.

Later, I couldn't stand it, and Liang Meng's mouth was blurred by the flesh and blood of her bite.

But the pain continues!

Yes!!!

For example, if the sewing of clothes is slightly thicker, the needle and thread penetrate a little harder, and then it is pierced more hard.

Liang Meng couldn't stand it anymore, raised his head and shouted, blood flowing down the corners of his mouth to his chest.

Liang Meng fainted.

But Yun Xuchen's treatment continues.

Regardless of Liang Meng's tragic situation at the moment, the sigils in the air were still shooting towards Liang Meng one after another.

It's okay to pass out. It's also a blessing to faint at this time.

But Liang Meng's happiness was too short-lived, and she was soon forced to wake up by pain.

The pain that had already spread throughout the body was still clearly felt.

The sound of flesh being sewn up, the sound of needles and threads passing through the blood, the sound of bones and muscles being joined together.

How painful it is to frustrate the bones and peel the skin, and sewing up those broken bones and shaved flesh again will only make it more painful.

Liang Meng fainted in pain again.

This time, Liang Meng did not wake up again until the end of the treatment.

Yun Xuchen walked quickly to the bed, and quickly untied the ropes that bound Liang Meng's hands and feet.

Where they were tied, the blood marks were shocking.

Yun Xuchen reached out and took out a handkerchief from his arms, carefully wiping the blood from the corners of Liang Meng's lips and chin.

Finally, Liang Meng was covered with a quilt.

The cloth covering his eyes was already wet, Yun Xuchen raised his hand to untie it, held it in the palm of his hand and clenched it tightly.

The palm of the hand is wet and greasy.

Yun Xuchen's forehead hair was also soaked with sweat, and it was sticky and greasy on the corner of his forehead at the moment.

He lifted his wide-sleeved robe and wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead.

Stared at Liang Meng's pale face again, turned around and left.