"Of course, it was taken from you mutants."
Do you think Sikong Xingchen has it?
Yin Xiaozhi did it on purpose; she wanted to see Song Qingqing suffer and to see her misunderstand Sikong Xingchen.
“He’s not that kind of person, he wouldn’t.” How could Song Qingqing possibly believe that Sikong Xingchen would be that kind of person?
She didn't believe it.
"Haha, I knew you wouldn't believe me. If you manage to see him alive this time, you can ask him."
"......"
"Alright, enough with the chit-chat, let's get started." Yin Xiaozhi looked at Song Qingqing, who was in position, and the machine. She was about to lie down on the bed opposite when the masked man reached out and stopped her.
"Little Purple, give it to me! Next time I'll catch another mutant and personally deliver it to you."
Yin Xiaozhi was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, then flew into a rage, "You actually want to take her ability from me?"
Didn't you say you loved me the most? That you'd do anything for me? That you'd give me anything nice?
"But you just said it yourself, men's words are deceitful. I believe you understand that it was all just an act." The masked man helped her because he himself was attracted to Song Qingqing's abilities.
Otherwise, why would he help Yin Xiaozhi?
"You... no, absolutely not, I'm determined to have her abilities."
"You can't take it from me. Next time, next time I'll find you a good one, okay, darling?" Yin Xiaozhi said, leaning against the masked man like a little bird.
The man groped Yin Xiaozhi up and down, and soon the two got into a fight.
"Darling, are you satisfied? Look at her, um!" Yin Xiaozhi had just sat up and started to whine, but before she could finish speaking, the masked man punched her unconscious.
With a "bang," Yin Xiaozhi fell softly to the ground.
Song Qingqing, who had been wanting to use her abilities but couldn't, heard this.
My scalp tingled.
Did he faint or die?
Song Qingqing became even more anxious, but she discovered that no matter how much she struggled, she couldn't use her abilities.
"Stop struggling. With the Forbidden Bracelet on, you can't use your abilities. Just obediently hand over your abilities to me!"
"Once you give it to me, you'll be free."
This is a lie. None of the mutants who slept on this bed ever left alive.
Even if they don't die from having their powers removed, they will be killed by the person who gains those powers.
No one wants to see the people who gave them their abilities still alive, serving as a reminder of their despicable nature.
"No, I don't want to, I don't want to." She wouldn't give her abilities to her enemies.
How could Song Qingqing be willing to hand over her abilities so easily?
"Since that's the case, then you'll have to suffer a bit, and then you'll behave." Seeing that Song Qingqing didn't want to give it to him, the masked man pulled out a small leather whip with a hook from the wall.
This was a tool used in the past to whip those disobedient mutants.
I never imagined that he would need it one day.
It was taken off the wall, and it felt icy cold to the touch. Then the masked man lashed out with a whip.
"Ah!" Song Qingqing screamed in pain after being hit by a single move.
It hurts so much, it hurts so much. This whip is even more painful than the one Jiang Yi learned.
Not only is it heavy, it can also penetrate into her flesh.
"I'll stop when you're willing." Seeing Song scream in pain with just one move, the masked man pressed his advantage and lashed out with several more lashes.
"Clap clap clap..."
For a moment, only the sound of whips striking flesh could be heard in the secret room.
Just as the masked man was fighting with great enthusiasm, the door to the secret room was suddenly kicked open.
The masked man stopped what he was doing, and just as he was about to raise the whip, he found that he couldn't move.
He was horrified. Was it yet another mutant?
At the door, the pale-faced scholar who suddenly appeared saw Song Qingqing lying bloodied on the single bed that he remembered so vividly. His eyes immediately turned red. "Song Qingqing!"
After calling out, he rushed over and gently untied all of Song's restraints.
"Song Qingqing, are you alright? I'll take you away right away, um!" Just as the pale-faced scholar was about to carry Song Qingqing away, a small knife was suddenly thrust into the center of his chest.
After the knife pierced his chest, it twisted violently once more.
"Pale-faced!" Song Qingqing hadn't expected that she would witness the tragic death of the pale-faced scholar so soon after being rescued and regaining her sight.
She screamed in panic, then her eyes blazed as she stared at the masked man.
The latter immediately dodged away, left the area, and gathered his men, intending to intercept Song Qingqing.
With no target in sight, Song Qingqing quickly placed her hand on the pale-faced scholar's chest and activated her ability.
"You'll be alright, pale-faced man, I won't allow anything to happen to you." Song Qingqing cried uncontrollably as she used her powers.
Unfortunately, her abilities failed this time, and she couldn't save him.
"My heart is broken, you can't save me. Song Qingqing, you must live well and live in my place."
You're the only one I care about in this world. Promise me you'll be okay, okay?
The pale-faced scholar reached out and touched Song Qingqing's face, his expression one of satisfaction.
"I don't want you to die, I don't want you to die, you're not allowed to die, White Face, White Face, let's be good friends, I'll protect you, I'll protect you from now on, okay?" She didn't want White Face to die for her, she didn't want that.
Seeing that the pale-faced man's breath was getting weaker and weaker, Song Qingqing finally couldn't hold back her emotions and screamed, "Ah!"
This scene, witnessed by the pale-faced scholar, stunned him.
Because he actually saw Song Qingqing's future, saw her wearing a crown and gorgeous clothes, standing on a high place.
Beneath her feet lay a mountain of gold and countless mutants.
So, so, she was the one all along?
The pale-faced scholar looked shocked.
After shouting, Song Qingqing seemed to sense some kind of power and attacked again.
This time, she succeeded; she healed the pale-faced scholar's heart.
The pale-faced scholar, however, showed no surprise whatsoever; instead, he laughed silently.
Song Qingqing looked bewildered and somewhat stunned. "I... did I succeed? Whiteface, are you really alright?"
"Yes, you succeeded. You saved me, and..." His abilities had been restored, and the pale-faced scholar was extremely excited.
Actually, his abilities weren't actually that weak.
Simply because he had once lain on this bed, and had half of his abilities taken away from him.
Unexpectedly, his abilities were restored this time because of Song Qingqing.
Very good.
"That's great, you don't have to die, that's great!" Song Qingqing almost cried with joy when she heard him say that he was alright.
The pale-faced scholar longed to give her a hug.
However, before he could reach out his hand, a series of footsteps approaching him startled him.
"Hurry up."
"Wait." When Song Qingqing saw Yin Xiaozhi on the ground, old and new grudges made her want to kill her immediately.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
