Yuan Qingli clenched her fists tightly, trying to relieve the pain in her palms, and muttered to herself: Next time I'll have to use a different stick to whip her, one that won't hurt her hands.
"Finished?" Lu Xingyun stood up, raising an eyebrow slightly. "Come on, wipe your hands."
After saying that, he handed over a wet wipe. The person he was bound to was indeed the most powerful; good fortune had followed him all the way to this point.
"Don't you sympathize with Bo Zijin?" Yuan Qingli asked casually, neither pleased nor angry.
Lu Xingyun glanced at Bo Zijin out of the corner of his eye and slowly uttered, "Serves you right!"
But as soon as he finished speaking, he asked in confusion, "But what exactly happened? Why are you so angry? You're even angrier than when that customer was pursuing you yesterday."
Yuan Qingli took a deep breath and revealed Bo Zijin's act of using someone else to kill her.
Lu Xingyun: "Well done! If it were me, I would be angry too."
Fang Zhiyou leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. From the moment we met, he liked to stand, except when necessary, probably because he had been paralyzed before.
His gaze remained as cold as ever, and he showed no respect for Yuan Qingli's skills.
In his world, such methods wouldn't last more than two days.
At this moment, Bo Zijin finally took the trash can off. The once handsome president now looked no different from a prisoner being exiled to the frontier and having rotten eggs and vegetable leaves thrown at him along the way.
Bo Zijin's chest heaved; she would get her revenge sooner or later.
The second light on the wall has been turned on.
Although the task of delivering the orders was slightly difficult, they were generally satisfied.
Bo Zijin coldly swept her gaze over Yuan Qingli, knowing that she would definitely settle accounts with this woman once the mission was over.
The image of Yuan Qingli being brutally beaten and begging for mercy on her knees suddenly brought a smile to the CEO's lips. This startled everyone else; could this person have masochistic tendencies?
A few minutes after the little incident, the roar of an excavator came from outside.
A figure turned in from outside the door, his steps heavy, as if dragging a dark shadow.
When Wen Yuning appeared at the door, everyone was startled, but even more surprised.
As dawn broke, the morning light, carrying a hint of chill, arrived gracefully.
A breeze rushed in through the open door, carrying a faint fishy smell that lingered in everyone's nostrils, along with a faint, indistinguishable floral fragrance that seemed to waft from somewhere.
"Wen Yuning, what's wrong with you?" Lu Xingyun, the only one present who was willing to socialize, spoke first.
Wen Yuning picked up the pink coat draped over her arm, which was stained with an unknown amount of blood. Suppressing her nausea, she forced a smile.
"I delivered a head order all by myself, the kind that's still bleeding. Hmph, it's not that difficult." She raised her head slightly, her face somewhat pale, but her eyes shone with a noble arrogance.
Normally, Yuan Qingli would probably applaud her.
But now, she only felt an inexplicable sense of unease. Or, to put it another way, a feeling of unease.
"Most of the residents we've seen in this city over the past two days are skeletons. People like us are few and far between."
Fang Zhiyou rarely spoke, his eyes darkening: "That's right. At night, when I secretly... cough, when I go out for a stroll, I rarely see people with flesh and blood."
"Why are all the people here skeletons? Let's leave that question open for now," Lu Xingyun said. "The whole thing of sending people to be headed is very strange. Where we're from, we don't have head-removal surgery... a person can't live without a head."
As Bo Zijin pondered, a thought seemed to flash through his mind.
He wanted to grasp it, but he was lost in a vast fog.
The answer has sunk to the bottom of the abyss.
Yuan Qingli walked up to Wen Yuning and asked, "Did anything unusual happen when you were delivering the orders?"
"I'm pretty capable. The doctor in the operating room couldn't get his head fixed, and I was the one who helped him," Wen Yuning said with a proud tone. "It just still hurts a little now."
Yuan Qingli smiled slightly: "Then you are really amazing."
The words were spoken in the blink of an eye.
Yuan Qingli suddenly grabbed Wen Yuning's wrist, twisted it behind her back, and her eyes turned icy: "Who are you! Where is the owner of this body!"
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