The book is broken, and the villain boy is madly criticized and coaxed

Luo Yunxuan stared at her ferociously with eyes like a wolf.

This Mu Jiaojiao had deceived him. This cruel and ruthless woman helped Feng De beat him and rub salt into his wounds just to test his tolerance for pain.

When she tortured him to the point of being on the verge of death, she injected him with medicine, saying that this would allow him to better absorb the medicine and produce a better effect.

He disappeared when he was eight years old, was brought to this laboratory, and never left again.

Everything he ate was drugged by them.

If it weren't for the belief in his heart that his mother was still waiting for him, he probably wouldn't have been able to hold on for ten years.

Mu Jiaojiao stood up and met his cold gaze.

She couldn't help but shudder, "Luo, Luo Yunxuan, believe me, I won't hurt you this time..."

"Humph, didn't the young lady propose to verify my combat value? Ahem...

His body was tortured into this state by them. If it weren't for the faith in his heart, he would have collapsed long ago.

She was speechless for a moment. Given what the original owner had done, no matter what she said, Luo Yunxuan would never believe that she was kind.

She mustered up her courage and looked him in the eye.

"This medicine is really the best medicine for healing wounds. If you don't believe me, I'll try it for you."

After she finished speaking, she anxiously squeezed out some medicine and smeared it roughly on her cheeks. She applied it quickly on her face.

Her face had been slapped hard by Feng De before, and after applying this medicine, she felt a cool sensation.

Luo Yunxuan's face was so gloomy that it seemed like water was about to drip from it. What tricks was Mu Jiaojiao trying to play?

"I told you to get out! Get out!" His voice was extremely hoarse, and his throat seemed to be blocked by charcoal fire.

"you you!"

Mu Jiaojiao was angry, scared, and anxious, "You, you still don't believe it?"

Mu Jiaojiao didn't care about that. She came here at the risk of her life to help him with his leg surgery.

She gritted her teeth, then lifted up his bloody pants. He struggled hard, and the chains behind him clanked loudly.

Oh my God, Luo Yunxuan, stop struggling. She is already very scared. If he continues to struggle like this, in the dead of night, she will be scared to death.

The legs were covered in blood and old wounds, it was truly horrible to look at.

She feels uncomfortable when she sees blood.

She tried her best to tell herself to stay calm. She came from a medical family in her original world and her parents loved her very much. After she studied medicine, she couldn't stand seeing too much blood, so she gave up medicine to pursue literature, and then became a novelist. She didn't expect that she would come to her own novel world, which made her heart break.

She tried her best to remain calm, and no matter how the man in front of her struggled, she grabbed his leg bones.

Then she closed her eyes tightly and reconnected her dislocated knee and leg bones.

After she finished doing all this, beads of sweat the size of beans on her forehead slid down her cheeks.

She boldly and quickly applied the ointment on his legs. No matter how he struggled... her fair face gradually turned red.

Luo Yunxuan lowered his eyes and stared fiercely at Mu Jiaojiao who was applying medicine to his leg. Disgust and murderous intent surged in his eyes. He really wanted to kill this woman...

As soon as I raised my eyes, I met his angry, fiery eyes that seemed to want to kill someone.

She was so scared that she almost cried. She stammered, "Leg, leg bone, I've fixed it for you."

"Really, really connected it, it's not some messed up medicine, believe me."

Luo Yunxuan's eyes were as sharp as a knife, and she was trembling with fear.

She swallowed nervously, "The area where you were bitten by the snow wolf also needs to be treated."

The pain in my legs was indeed relieved. I wonder what tricks this sinister and vicious woman is planning to play this time?

She had played this game before. She pretended to apply medicine on him with good intentions, and when his wound was almost healed, she would cut the wound open bit by bit with a knife, and then she would admire his miserable state crazily, saying that the effect would be better if the medicine was injected when he was in the most pain and most vulnerable.

His face turned pale. Was she going to use the same trick again?

The knife had been soaked in salt water, and when it cut the skin, it was a pain worse than death.

The woman's crazy laughter flashed through his mind, and his face became even more ferocious.

She met his sinister and ferocious gaze and her heart almost stopped beating with fear.

She hurriedly tore off his tattered clothes and sprinkled hemostatic medicine on his body.

At this moment, Luo Yunxuan seized the opportunity and suddenly bit her wrist, biting it hard.

A sharp pain came from her wrist, and she cried in pain.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts so much.

She looked at him with tears in her eyes, "You, you, please let go..."

He bit her wrist viciously, wishing he could tear off the good flesh on her wrist.

His strength was so great that if he didn't pull his wrist free, the wrist bone would have broken.

This bite took a lot of strength. He had been injected with various drugs, and his physical strength was several times stronger than that of ordinary people.

She was so painful that her face turned pale, "Let go!"

Seeing that he was about to bite off the flesh on her wrist, she hurriedly injected an anesthetic needle into his arm.

After years of medication, he has become immune to anesthesia.

In just a moment when he was stunned, she pulled her wrist out of his mouth, and she turned around in pain.

It hurts, it hurts so much.

She looked at the bloody spot on her wrist, and her nose felt sore.

Just then, the door was pushed open.

She quickly wiped her tears and then frowned.

Xiaoying came in, and when she saw Mu Jiaojiao, she couldn't help but say, "Miss, it's so late, why are you here?"

Mu Jiaojiao said coldly, "This Luo Yunxuan kicked my beloved Snow Wolf and gave him a concussion. Of course I have to teach him a lesson!"

Xiaoying noticed the wound on her wrist with her sharp eyes, "Miss, you are injured? Is it him?"

"Xiaoying, get out, leave this to me! I want to teach him a lesson myself!"

Xiaoying had no choice but to go out.

Seeing Xiaoying go out, she immediately turned around in circles in pain. It hurt, it really hurt. How hard did Luo Yunxuan bite her?

Her eyes were filled with pain and tears rolled down.

Luo Yunxuan coldly watched her acting. This vicious woman actually cried? What tricks was she playing?

Mu Jiaojiao roughly poured some medicine on her wrist, and her face turned pale in pain.

Luo Yunxuan stared at her intently. When she raised her eyes, she met his inquiring, sharp and deep gaze.

"Luo, Luo Yunxuan, I didn't mean to use the anesthetic needle on you. You were biting my wrist tightly and wouldn't let go. I had no choice but to do this to make you let go."

She explained anxiously.

Luo Yunxuan's face was grim. This woman was very tricky and vicious.

He really hated himself for not biting off her wrist just now.

It looked like this woman would soon severely whip and beat him, but as time passed, she did nothing but sat there treating the wound on her wrist with a dazed look on her face.

He sighed from time to time.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she met Luo Yunxuan's ferocious gaze. She knew that if he let go, he would strangle her to death.

She glanced at Luo Yunxuan again, her eyes firm, "I will use time to prove that I will never hurt you again."

Luo Yunxuan seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, and his eyes were filled with mockery.

But the wounds on his body had to be treated, so she was more careful this time. She covered his mouth and nose, then took a bottle of incense from the shelf.

Luo Yunxuan's pupils suddenly shrank. What was this vicious woman going to do?

He struggled hard to break free, his eyes burning with rage.