The tendrils at the mercy of her body, keeping her from struggling.

"Does it hurt?" Mu Kuyan asked.

"Pain ......" a vague voice came out of Wanqin's mouth.

She could make a voice again.

It's just that it sounds horribly hoarse.

"The pain is right, I've been thinking, how to get revenge on you, at first, I just wanted to kill you, it's a hundred, but after I meditated, I found that killing you can't solve the hatred in my heart, simply, I changed a way, that is, torture you, torture you to the point of pain, life is better than death."

Wanqin's head drooping on the floor moved slightly, "Let me go...... Please......"

Wanqin was really scared.

Mu Kuyan is like a devil, life is worse than death in her hands, and she would rather give her a knife.

"Leave you alone...... Wanqin, when I begged you to let me go, did you let me go? You didn't, hurt me, coldly watching me being taken away by those people, forced to become a drug tester, day after day, month after month, year after year soaked in those drugs for experiments, can you understand my despair? Can you relate to it......"

Wanqin's consciousness had begun to blur.

She only listened to part of what Mu Kuyan said to her.

She slowly arched her body and knelt in front of Mu Kuyan: "Please, let me go...... Please......"

"Since you begged me, then I will let you go, I will not be like you, turning a blind eye to my begging." The wood withered lip flap is pulled up high, and the curve is beautiful.

She snapped her fingers, and Wanqin lost her voice again.

"I will let you go back to Mudu, but the rest of your life will always be a wasted person, unable to speak, unable to get up, unable to raise your hands, forever lying in bed, you can't live, you can't die, you can't do anything except shed tears."

After saying the last sentence, Mu Kuyan withdrew his blood-soaked hand.

Poof.

Blood splattered as it plucked out of the roots.

Mu Kuyan raised her blood-stained hand, looked at the bright red blood, slowly, she closed her eyes, and muttered a word: "Mu Yale, you are next." ”

None of those who owe her can escape.

Now that Wanqin has accepted the punishment, Mu Yale is next.

Standing up slowly, Mu Kuyan took a few steps back.

At this time, Wanqin was picked off and broke her hands and feet, and she was dying, unable to move, so she could only lie on the ground, shocking and covered in blood.

"Click"

The soles of the boots, stepping on the stone slabs, make a rhythmic sound.

Mu Kuyan heard the footsteps and turned slowly, the bloodstained hand still kept falling, she remembered her brother's words, and when she went back, remember to wash her hands.

Now that there is no water source, she must not let the blood stain the clothes on her body.

Putting on her mask, she went out step by step.

Soon, a young man approached.

The knife-cut facial features are perfect, the bridge of the nose is straight, and his appearance is handsome and extraordinary, his appearance is a part, and the important thing is the lonely and fierce aura on his body.

He is, Mujisi.

Mu Kuyan stood still and watched him step by step out of the darkness.

She knew that Mujisi had just arrived.

Because everything is in her calculations.

Mu Jisi was shrouded in loneliness, glanced at Mu Kuyan, and soon, eagle-like eyes fell on her blood-stained hand.