Happy Palm: The War King's Favored Little Doctor Consort

Mo Yunting watched Su Qingli pierce Su Mubai's body with silver needles. Su Mubai's screams resounded through the sky, piercing people's eardrums and hurting them.

"How much pain can such a small needle cause? It's just like an ant bite. Su Mubai is really spoiled and can't even bear such a little pain." Xuan Yi covered his ears with his hands, feeling very disgusted.

Mo Yunting understood that the silver needle in Su Qingli's hand was not as simple as an ant bite. In the hands of a doctor, the silver needle was a deadly weapon. The pain Su Mubai was enduring at this moment must be far beyond their imagination.

Su Mubai originally thought that Su Qingli was trying to scare him and would at most give him a beating, but would never dare to injure him. Especially when he saw Su Qingli take out a bag of silver needles, he felt more confident.

But when the first silver needle pierced his body, he felt as if both of his legs were broken at once. The pain made him break out in cold sweat and scream in agony.

The second silver needle pierced his body, and it felt as if three of his ribs were broken. He could hardly breathe and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably. Screaming could no longer express his pain. He wished he could faint, but he couldn't.

"I was wrong, sister, please forgive me, I really know I was wrong." Su Mubai burst into tears. If he knew that Yin Chi's guards were so useless, he would never think of revenge.

Su Qingli took out another silver needle, her expression indifferent and her tone cold: "The one you love most can have one chance to reform. I gave it to you, but you didn't cherish it."

Several silver needles pierced Su Mubai's body at the same time. Su Mubai's mind went blank, as if all his internal organs were twisted into a dough twist. The pain made him lose control of his bowels and urine. He had never imagined that there could be such pain!

Su Qingli took a few steps back, putting some distance between them, as if she was disgusted. When Su Mubai had recovered, she slowly said, "There are twelve levels of pain. Don't worry, you've only reached level six. There are still six more levels to go. We have plenty of time."

When Su Mubai saw Su Qingli starting to use the silver needle again, he started to struggle violently, screaming like a madman: "I was wrong, I won't dare to do it again, Dad, Mom, help me, Grandma, help me..."

Su Qingli saw that Su Mubai's pupils were dilated and knew that his sanity had been destroyed. The physical pain would be engraved in his bones. From now on, whenever he had the intention to harm her, he would think of the heart-wrenching pain of today.

Su Qingli knocked the man unconscious with a needle, took the silver needles from his body, looked at Su Mubai lying on the ground, still twitching, sighed and shook her head.

"Tell me, why are you doing this?" Su Qingli sneered, "Giving birth is much more painful than this, and you can't stand it after only experiencing level six pain, you loser."

The two people hiding in the dark looked at each other. How could they not have thought that Su Qingli could destroy Su Mubai's sanity, making him so painful that he went crazy and couldn't control himself.

"Master, if we let Miss Su interrogate the prisoner, how many people can stand it?" Xuan Yi asked in a low voice. Miss Su was really bold. She could torture her own brother to madness, so she would definitely not be merciful to the prisoner.

"How about you try it?" Mo Yunting's eyes were dim. Pain is divided into twelve levels. Who divided it and how did they divide it? How painful is the twelfth level?

Xuan Yi touched his nose and said, "I'd better forget it. Miss Su's silver needle may look insignificant, but it can make people live a life worse than death."

"Don't worry, as long as you don't have the intention to harm her, she won't use those methods on you." Mo Yunting's gaze fell on Su Qingli who was leaving in the afterglow of the sunset, and a strange feeling arose in his heart.

Women in this world obey their parents before they get married, and obey their husbands after they get married. Filial piety and virtue are like two mountains that weigh down the women in this world so much that they dare not raise their heads.

But Su Qingli has no moral standards, only clear gratitude and resentment. If others treat her well, she will return the favor. If her closest relatives persecute her, she will fight back without hesitation. If they do not repent, she will make them suffer!

As a man, he faced the poisoning of his father, the persecution of his brothers, and the frame-up of his relatives, but he endured it again and again. He was not as clear-headed as a little girl.