After cutting the tendons in both of his hands, Mo Qin took out two bottles of medicine, took out a pill and threw it into Xiao Haoyang's mouth, which was open in pain.
It melted in his mouth and he barely had time to react.
The other bottle contained hemostatic powder, which she poured on Xiao Haoyang's wound.
Too much bleeding will be difficult to clean up.
When Yu Jing walked out of the courtyard with his things in his hand, he keenly smelled the smell of blood.
The smell of blood was not strong, but it still made him nervous.
He hurried into the yard and saw a man and a woman lying on the ground. The smell of blood was coming from the man.
But he didn't care who the person on the ground was, but rushed to Mo Qin with concern.
"Qinqin, are you okay?"
"What's going on?"
Mo Qin briefly explained what had just happened.
"I'm fine, I just made a mess of the yard."
Yu Jing held Mo Qin's hand tightly, as if he was still afraid.
His eyes fell on the two unconscious people on the ground with disgust.
"That's good. Leave the rest to me."
When Xiao Haoyang woke up, he found himself in a dungeon.
Su Yunruo was imprisoned in the cell opposite. She hadn't woken up yet, but she was definitely still alive.
His wrist still hurt, and he couldn't feel any internal strength in his body, which made him very panic.
Although his martial arts skills have not improved since he discovered that he was poisoned, now he has not only lost all his martial arts skills, but his tendons have also been cut. What's the difference between him and a disabled person?
No matter how anxious he was, there was no way to escape. Instead, the poison in his body gave him a splitting headache and he wanted to bang his head against the wall.
Su Yunruo felt much better, at least she no longer had to suffer from Xiao Haoyang's torture.
In the end, Xiao Haoyang went completely crazy under the torture of poison.
He could only cling to the railing, drooling and grinning at Su Yunruo, which made her feel disgusted.
But there's something even more disgusting.
On the fourth day after Xiao Haoyang went crazy, the two were locked up in the same cell.
Although his tendons were broken, the man was still very strong. Su Yunruo was unable to resist at all and could only be held, scratched, and torn by a madman all day long, like a rag toy.
In the end, she felt like she was going crazy.
Occasionally, a thought would pop up in my mind: it would have been better if I hadn't followed them out of the Spiritual Medicine Valley back then.
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Spring goes and autumn comes, the years pass.
Fifteen years have passed in a flash.
"Mom, it rained this year too."
A little boy of eight or nine years old was standing next to the woman in black, holding an umbrella.
Heavy rain poured down, and the mist in the air blurred the vision, greatly reducing visibility.
Muddy rainwater accumulated in the mud puddles on the roadside, the dense branches were bent, and croaking toads were hiding in the grass.
He looked at the man standing in front of the tombstone not far away and asked curiously:
"This rain is really heavy. It will last all day, right? Uncle Yu, will you stay here all the time this year?"
Yu Fei touched the boy's head with a gentle tone.
"Yes, today is your Aunt Mo's death anniversary."
"But the tomb is there and I won't go back. Can't I wait until the rain stops and then come back? Tomorrow is fine, or the day after tomorrow."
It doesn't have to be today.
Yu Fei's voice of explanation was mixed with the sound of rain, carrying a hint of coolness.
"This is different, today is special."
The boy nodded, not quite understanding.
He only has a very vague memory of this elder whom he visits every year.
After a while, Yu Fei said to the boy:
"Let's go back first and don't disturb your Uncle Yu."
At this time every year, Yu Fei and his family of three would come here and stay in the yard for a day.
Yu Jing, who usually came back the next day, did not come back this time.
No one knows where he went.
No one ever saw him again.
Many strange stories and anecdotes appeared in the world, and those from many years ago had long been forgotten.
The once prosperous Longquan Sword Manor has changed hands.
I heard that the Xiao couple was murdered for revenge, but no one knows who did it.
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"Do you have a name?"
Mo Qin looked at the stone tumbling in the water and asked casually.
[A name... seems to exist.]
"If there is, there is. If there is not, there is not. What do you mean by 'seemingly'?"
Mo Qin rejected such ambiguous statements.
【……】
Little Stone couldn't put it into words, but he just felt that he had a name.
Did he lose his memory?
His dull brain couldn't figure it out.
"How long will it take you to transform?"
Little Stone knew nothing about anything. He shook his body and the green water rippled.
[It should be possible after two or three more worlds.]
"Two or three, perhaps?"
[Ahem, maybe four or five.]
“…”
Mo Qin thought she had gotten used to his uselessness, but she still felt speechless.
"Besides teleporting, what else can you do?"
Little Stone doesn't have much ability, but he has a big temper.
"I can do so much! If it weren't for me, you'd probably be dead."
This was the only point Mo Qin couldn't refute.
"Yeah, you're right, you are indeed a useful stone."
Little Stone was still not satisfied and was secretly thinking about how to make a comeback.
As a result, he was distracted and made an error in operation.
-
Ding-ling-ling——
It was the last class and the bell rang.
The middle-aged Mediterranean physics teacher still occupied his seat on the podium and refused to give up.
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