Chapter 66 She was bullied (6)
At night, Mu Yan lay on the bed in high spirits, with an uncomfortable scene playing on the screen in front of her.
In the picture, a man dressed in gold and silver is sitting on the sofa in the box, wantonly stepping on a girl's hand with his foot, and the noises of people around him are getting louder and louder.
"Why are you crying? Did Mr. Jin hurt you when he stepped on you?" the man asked softly. Without waiting for the girl to answer, he twisted the cigarette butt with sparks on it onto the back of the girl's hand.
"ah,"
The noisy music in the box drowned out the girl's screams. For a moment, the small box seemed to be divided into two completely different worlds.
The revelers were swaying and shouting wildly, while the bullied were forced to endure the pain amidst the shouting.
In the early morning, the reveling crowd dispersed and the noisy box returned to silence. The space was small to begin with, and now it was filled with the smell of cigarettes, alcohol and blood, which made people want to vomit.
The screen turned off, and Wanzi said viciously, "I really want to chop off his legs and feed them to Sun Ya's dog."
Mu Yan turned over and lay on her side. "Let's go after the exam, how about that?"
Wanzi was instantly amused, and said a little embarrassedly, "Boss, you've been so nice to me lately, I'm a little uncomfortable with it."
He asked her to punish the fat black guy, so she punished him. He asked her to cut the red-haired guy's penis slowly, so she really cut it slowly.
Maruzai had an illusion in a trance that he was the boss and she was just a little brother who listened to him.
He felt like floating.
"Or, I'll take you to the scrap yard."
In the silent night, with the evening mist floating lightly, a word without any emotion is like the cold knife in the hand of the executioner.
The knife hit the back of Maruzai's neck without him being prepared, and he was so frightened that he felt cold all over.
Maruzai: "Boss, I was just kidding. We have a monthly exam tomorrow, you should take a rest. I will stand guard for you," xxxxxxxx.
Mu Yan snorted lightly, closed her eyes and ignored him.
Standing guard?
If there was anything unusual, what else could he do besides sounding the alarm to inform her?
Mu Yan answered the monthly exam paper casually, keeping her score similar to the original owner's but with a slight improvement, and then she stopped.
Chen Yun didn't want to disappoint the teacher who trusted her again
But trust is not lost in a day. If you want to get it back, you definitely can't rely on the results of a monthly exam.
After the exam, Muyan walked out of the examination room and saw a group of people rushing into the bathroom.
She sighed helplessly and walked towards the shopping mall outside the school.
Ten minutes later, Mu Yan teleported to a luxuriously decorated bedroom.
On the two-meter-wide double bed lay a man who was sleeping soundly.
Muyan walked closer to the bed, and the man's profile appeared completely in front of her.
The way a man snores while sleeping is as disgusting as the way he steps on a girl's hand in the box.
Muyan took out the new medicine she had recently developed, pried open his mouth, and popped it into his throat.
She took off her schoolbag, found some hemp rope and tied the man's hands and feet to the head and foot of the bed.
Then she took out a box of silver needles from the side bag of her schoolbag. She grabbed a handful of silver needles from the box and stabbed them into the man's knee with steady, accurate and fierce force.
Almost at the same time, the man opened his eyes in pain, and his pupils dilated due to the pain.
Before he could react to what was happening, the silver needle was suddenly pulled out and then inserted again.
The man struggled desperately on the bed like a loach thrown into a hot pot, his mouth opening and closing all the time, but he couldn't make a single sound.
After stabbing a few dozen times, Mu Yan stopped.
The man was now covered in cold sweats from the pain, and his pajamas were soaked with sweat and stuck to his body.
He lay on the bed, looking at Muyan with his head sideways, with only questions in his eyes.
Mu Yan placed the silver needle on the bedside table, pulled a chair and sat beside the bed.
"You want to know who I am."
Mu Yan saw him blink, took a silver needle from the bedside table, and said casually,
"I am your father's ancestor. Your father over there couldn't stand you doing evil here, so he begged me to let me take you away."
Seeing he was being fooled, the man's eyes suddenly showed a fierce light. He struggled several times against his bound wrists, but it was of no use except making his wrists more painful.
While he was struggling with the rope, Muyan had already put on medical gloves.
"Save some energy to sweat, your suffering has just begun," after saying this, Mu Yan pulled the man's bound hands, touched his index finger with pity, and then smiled at him.
The next second, the silver needle in his hand pierced the man's index finger.
The man's fingers are connected to his heart. Almost at the same time, because of the heart-wrenching pain, his body tensed up, veins popped out on his forehead, and his face turned the color of liver.
When Muyan saw his miserable appearance, she was very glad that she had given him the mute medicine in advance.
She had to stop him from making any sound, otherwise, her ears would be deafened by his shouting.
Muyan struck while the iron was hot and inserted silver needles into his remaining finger.
The man couldn't bear it and fainted several times, and was awakened by Muyan using a silver needle to prick his Ren Zhong point.
After all the acupuncture was done, Mu Yan looked at the silver needles shaking in the man's hand and clapped her hands in satisfaction.
"Does it hurt?" she asked softly. "Do you remember how many people's hands you stepped on? This is what it feels like to have your fingers stepped on. Got it?"
The man lay on the bed, his whole body senses magnified countless times because of the bone-biting pain in his fingers.
Mu Yan's words entered his ears, but he no longer had the brainpower to think about what she meant.
He could never have imagined that this bedroom, which he had spent a huge amount of money to decorate, would one day become a prison where he suffered endless pain.
Muyan let him suffer the pain, she put her hands in her pockets and walked out of the room.
"Wow, this golden dog,"
As soon as Muyan walked out of the room, she saw a half-human-height dog squatting at the door of the man’s room, and she let out a slight cry of surprise.
Wanzai: "Maybe he knows he's done too many bad things, so he got a golden dog and put it at the door to ward off evil."
Mu Yan touched the golden dog and said, "If he had the ability to self-analyze, would he still do so many things that are not human?"
"He just wanted to show off,"
Afterwards, Muyan strolled around the villa slowly and found some "good things" by the way.
When she returned to the room with the things, the silver needle on the man's hand had been rubbed off by him.
Muyan didn't inject him again. Instead, she pried open his mouth and flicked another pill down his throat.
The man coughed several times because of the choking. After coughing, he found that he could pronounce the words again.
"You better let me go, or I'll tear you into pieces when I get out."
After the man finished shouting, he was stunned by his own voice. He shouted a few more times without giving up.
"Ah, ah, ah,"
Why did he make such a sound? The man looked at Muyan with a poisonous gaze.
"What did you give me to eat? I'm going to kill you," he shouted, then fell onto the bed as if exhausted.
Mu Yan was so disgusted by his coquettish voice that she almost vomited. She picked up a leather whip with soft spikes and whipped him hard.
"Shut up, you're disgusting!"
Not only did the man not shut up, but after being whipped, the voice he shouted out was even more coquettish than before.
Mu Yan was disgusted by him and grabbed a handful of silver needles from the bedside table and stabbed him in the back.
Wanzai said with a certain gloating satisfaction, "You're shooting yourself in the foot. Why would you research such a perverted drug when you have nothing better to do?"
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