Wen Yuning forced a surprised smile: "What are you talking about? I don't understand."

"It's best if you don't understand."

Yuan Qingli smiled and pinched Wen Yuning's wrist. The bluish veins gradually rose due to the obstruction, like earthworms winding under the fair skin.

"Sister, you're hurting me...it hurts..."

The group that had originally wanted to stop Yuan Qingli froze on the spot after hearing her sickeningly sweet and complaining voice.

Wen Yuning would not speak in such a tone.

So, did she suddenly change her personality? Or was it as Yuan Qingli said and did...?

The girl in front of me with Wen Yuning's face is not Wen Yuning?

“Although you both have fair skin, your hands are a bit rough, unlike Xiao Wen’s fair and delicate hands…” Yuan Qingli commented as she turned to look at Lu Xingyun, “Find me a rope.”

She was going to tie up this imposter.

There was a lot of miscellaneous items piled up in the innermost corner of the first floor.

Lu Xingyun strode closer, fumbled around for a moment, grabbed the end of the rope, and pulled out the whole thing.

Wen Yuning was tied to a chair, and her movements were immediately controlled.

To give this guy a chance to argue, Yuan Qingli didn't stuff the smelly sock into her mouth.

“Come on, make up a good story. It would be best if you could make up a story that would make us believe you are Wen Yuning, a story that would move us to tears and touch our hearts.” Yuan Qingli looked at her with a gentle smile.

He appeared to be listening attentively, but his eyes clearly held a chilling coldness.

Wen Yuning smacked her lips: "I..."

"I'll give you one minute to think about whether to break a leg or an arm, how about that?"

These words were spoken so casually, as if Yuan Qingli were asking you if you had eaten today.

The blatant threat made Wen Yuning's eyes widen, her breathing becoming rapid: "You! Are you a devil! Why are you hurting me? What did I do wrong?"

“Thirty seconds have passed.” Yuan Qingli counted on her fingers very carefully.

With tears in her eyes, Wen Yuning shouted, but as soon as she uttered the word "matter," she became aggrieved again: "I did nothing wrong, I just got a fresher head..."

The three bystanders silently felt a chill run down their spines.

How is this any different from saying, "You only lost a leg, but Zi Ling lost her love!"

"Why are you crying?" Yuan Qingli's eyebrows curved slightly as she raised her hand to wipe away Wen Yuning's tears that were about to fall. "I'm most afraid of little sister crying. It's so pitiful for a beauty to shed tears."

Wen Yuning paused slightly.

Yuan Qingli's hand climbed up to her arm and gently stroked it, as if she were feeling a priceless treasure, delicate and soft.

"That reason you gave earlier was good, and it did sound quite innocent, but..."

The next second, a pig-like scream came from Wen Yuning's red lips.

"ah!"

His left hand was removed.

"I'll give you one more minute to make up a story," Yuan Qingli said, her cold gaze lingering between Wen Yuning's hands and legs.

It seemed to be hesitating, unsure which part to remove next.

As if she had made her choice, a look of resignation crossed her eyes: "This leg is indeed long and straight..."

"That chin, so delicate and refined..."

"Wow, these eyes are bright and sparkling, they can be gouged out too..."

"Ah, no, I almost forgot, this head belongs to Xiao Wen, I can't destroy it. Never mind, I'll just cut off the legs, then we can see who's straighter, the head or Xiao Wen's..."

As Yuan Qingli spoke, she picked up a hammer from a short distance away.

Do you use a hammer to chop someone up?

"Ah! I said! She's at Wuwei First Hospital. You, you go find Nurse Yuan, she'll tell you!"

Yuan Qingli slowly withdrew her hand: "Those who want to go out for a stroll, let's go together. Oh, and bring the hostages too."

-

Wuwei First Hospital, morgue.

After regaining consciousness, Wen Yuning was terrified.

She realized that her head was gone, and there was nothing above her neck.

What's even more terrifying is that she can still think.

He wondered where his head had gone and why she was in such a dark place.

Before I could figure it out, a familiar system voice suddenly rang out.

【bite!】

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