She twisted her waist and walked to the dressing table, took out an embroidered cloth bag, and spread it out on the bed with a rustle.
Xia He took a closer look and couldn't help but gasp.
The cloth bag was filled with all kinds of terrifying tools:
Sharp tweezers, a heavy hammer, a pair of scissors that gleamed coldly, and a candle that dripped wax.
There is also a whip covered with barbs.
"Which one do you like, young master?"
The woman asked with a sweet smile, her fingers lingering over each weapon.
Xia He secretly complained: This woman is quite particular, she has many tricks.
He walked forward calmly, picked up the hammer and weighed it.
"Hehehe~" The woman laughed so hard that her body shook.
"Little Langjun is really sensible~"
She reached out to take the hammer, but saw Xia He suddenly raised his arm and smashed it hard on her shoulder!
"Ah——!" A shrill scream pierced the night sky.
The woman staggered and fell to the ground, with a bloody hole on her shoulder.
She stared at Xia He in disbelief. She never expected that this "drug slave" would dare to resist.
What she didn't expect was that in addition to the severe pain, a strange feeling of pleasure surged in her heart!
"Come on, come on..." the woman urged, panting, with a morbid excitement in her eyes.
Compared to the silver-arrowed spear head of the young master of the Qu family, the strength of the man in front of her made her unable to stop.
The corner of Xia He's eyes twitched. He didn't expect that this witch would enjoy being beaten?
He sneered, swung the hammer and continued to smash down mercilessly.
With one blow after another, the blood soon soaked the woman's gauze dress.
She collapsed on the ground, moaning with satisfaction, and a strange blush appeared on her face.
"Almost there..." the woman said while panting, but she saw that Xia He had no intention of stopping at all.
The hammer fell with increasing force, accompanied by a teeth-grinding sound of bones cracking, and her limbs were broken one by one!
It was only then that the woman suddenly woke up.
She struggled to resist, but saw Xia He's blood surge, and his shriveled muscles instantly tensed.
The wrinkles on his face faded away like the tide, and in the blink of an eye, his original strong body was restored!
"You...you are not a drug slave!"
The woman screamed in terror. Xia He grabbed her throat, pressed her against the wall, and said sarcastically:
"Is this the meridian opening created by using spiritual herbs? It's a waste!"
The woman's pupils contracted violently. "You, what do you want to do?!"
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