After Liang Meng realized what Yun Xuchen was doing, she started to struggle violently, her brows filled with panic and fear.

It's understandable. Anyone who is blindfolded, hand and foot tied, and said to be healing, but looks like they are ready to kill at any time.

No matter who it is, they would be afraid.

"Don't move. It will be very painful while your muscles and bones heal. If you move too much, you will only ruin your efforts."

Yun Xuchen's slightly cold palm firmly pressed down Liang Meng's struggling arm, and his voice was as flat as that of an emotionless killer.

His brows knitted together slightly, his body swaying slightly. It was as if something was surging to burst out of his body, and he was trying his best to suppress it.

Fear, pain, tension, all the emotions rushed back and forth in Liang Meng's body, forcing her to cry.

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

"If you're really scared, forget it today."

Liang Meng cried silently for a while, and her mood recovered a lot. Hearing Yun Xuchen say this, it was hard to tell whether his tone contained consideration or contempt.

Liang Meng slowly shook his head, then sniffed, stiffened his neck, and looked like he was ready to die bravely.

Yun Xuchen said nothing more and stood silently in front of Liang Meng.

He crossed his ten fingers in front of his chest and drew a talisman in the air. Following a string of incantations from Yun Xuchen's mouth, the talisman shot straight towards Liang Meng.

Liang Meng's bound and limp arms were instantly lifted up.

Yun Xuchen kept waving his hands across his chest, and one talisman after another continued to fly towards Liang Mengfei.

At first, Liang Meng could still bear the pain. It was just like the burning of a flame.

But later, the burning sensation gradually faded away, and was replaced by a tingling pain.

The pain became more and more intense, and the pricking sensation became more and more distinct.

It was as if someone was really holding a sharp needle and thread, carefully and slowly mending his bones.

Liang Meng was in so much pain that her entire body was soaked in sweat, and sweat was pouring out of her forehead. Her face was extremely pale.

The arm raised by the talisman was shaking violently in mid-air.

The nails on both hands had already dug into the palms of his hands, leaving them blood red.

Liang Meng bit her lip, and blood dripped onto her gray clothes, forming a bright and painful shape.

Later, Liang Meng couldn't bear it anymore, and her mouth was full of blood and flesh.

But the pain continues!

ah! ! !

It's like when you're sewing clothes and the needle and thread have a hard time penetrating a thicker part, so you push harder.

Liang Meng couldn't bear it any longer, he raised his head and shouted, blood flowed from the corners of his mouth to his chest.

Liang Meng fainted.

But Yun Xuchen's treatment is still going on.

Regardless of Liang Meng's miserable condition at the moment, the talismans continued to fly towards Liang Meng one after another in the air.

Fainting was fine. Fainting at this moment was also a kind of happiness.

But Liang Meng's happiness was too short-lived, and she was soon woken up by the pain again.

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

The sound of flesh being sewn together, the sound of needle and thread passing through blood, the sound of tendons and bones being connected together.

As painful as it is to grind bones and peel off skin, it will only be more painful to sew those broken bones and peeled flesh back together.

Liang Meng fainted from the pain again.

This time, Liang Meng did not wake up 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.

The bloodstains where he was tied were shocking.

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

Finally, cover Liang Meng with the quilt.

The cloth covering his eyes was already soaked to a pulp. Yun Xuchen raised his hand to take it off and clenched it tightly in his palm.

The palms of my hands are wet.

Yun Xuchen's forehead hair was also soaked with sweat, and now it was sticky to the corners of his forehead.

He lifted up his wide sleeves to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

He stared at Liang Meng's pale face again, then turned and left.