Mu Xue and Mu Xue

"I told you not to touch my Xue'er, I told you not to touch my Xue'er. Now that you've been rescued, you still want to bully my Xue'er. Are you tired of living?" Ziyuan raised his eyebrows and said loudly with anger on his face.

The angry voice seemed to be able to penetrate the sky, making the surrounding air seem to solidify.

At this time, the attacker's screams were still echoing, and the shrill sound made people shudder.

After all, the pain of having your wrist broken in half is something that most people cannot endure.

The piercing pain made his face pale as paper, beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down his forehead, and his body was shaking violently because of the pain.

"Okay, Xue'er, treat him. Don't let him faint from the pain. We still have something to question him!" Ziyuan frowned slightly, with a hint of unquestionable majesty in his tone.

"Oh...oh, okay."

Mu Xue didn't dare to be negligent. Her eyes were filled with awe, fearing that Zi Yuan would be unhappy. After all, she had just witnessed Zi Yuan's cruelty. Once this woman got angry, she was simply terrifying.

However, Muxue also understood that Ziyuan's cruelty was to protect herself. When she thought of this, a warm current surged in Muxue's heart, and she secretly made up her mind to repay this sister Ziyuan in the future.

Mu Xue slowly summoned her flower wand, which emitted a soft glow, as if imbued with endless mysterious power. She gently plucked a petal and placed it in her palm.

The petals are delicate and juicy, and as dazzling as pink gems.

The evening snow gently blew on the petals, and the petals fluttered in the wind like light butterflies.

After circling in the sky for a few times, the petals seemed reluctant to fall on the man's wound, as if they were also standing up for Mu Xue.

However, the petals eventually fell slowly, and suddenly a pink glow shone everywhere.

The light is like warm sunshine, shining on everyone, making people feel extremely comfortable and at ease.

The pink light lasted for a short while, and when he looked again, his arm had returned to its original state.

The wrist that had been broken was now intact without a single scar, as if everything that had just happened was just a nightmare.

The attacker was in so much pain that he couldn't open his eyes, but suddenly he felt the pain disappear.

He was filled with confusion and surprise, so he opened his eyes to check.

It would have been fine if I hadn't seen it, but when I did, I was shocked. His arm had actually recovered, and it was exactly the same as before, and he could control it with ease.

Everything that had just happened seemed like an illusion, and he couldn't help but wonder, was this really real? He squeezed his arm hard, feeling the real touch, and only then was he convinced that his arm had truly recovered.

But before he could think about it, a cold female voice rang out: "Hey! I'm asking you a question, answer it, did you hear me? Otherwise..." He rubbed his eyes and looked, and the person who spoke was Ziyuan in purple clothes.

There was a chill in Ziyuan's eyes, making people shudder. "How about I repeat the process three times a day until you say so?" Ziyuan's voice was as cold as ice, as if it was devoid of any emotion.

"You...you, you can kill or rob me as you please. I won't tell anyone!" The attacker shouted at the three people present. His eyes were filled with stubbornness and unyielding determination, as if he was ready to face any challenge.

However, his heart was filled with fear and anxiety, and he didn't know if he could withstand Ziyuan's threat.

"Brother Xiaomo, tell me, if I pull down the thing that carries on his family line, can Xue'er still take it over?" Ziyuan raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing an evil smile, staring at Lin Mo intently.

"Carry on... carry on the family line? This... this this this... can't be what I'm thinking of?" Lin Mo widened his eyes and looked at Ziyuan in astonishment.

The corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily, and an indescribable shock surged in his heart.

"That's right! It's what you think!" Ziyuan had a look of "you know what I mean" on her face, with a sly glint in her eyes. The smile on her face grew even more intense, as if she had already witnessed that hilarious scene.

"Emmm, I don't know either. If it's connected, it might still be useful. If it's not connected, I might just have to be a girl in the future~" Mu Xue frowned slightly and said helplessly.

As a doctor, she felt no embarrassment in saying this. In her opinion, these were just some skin and organs.

However, for Lin Mo, this question made him feel extremely embarrassed. His face turned as red as an apple and his heart beat faster involuntarily.

Ziyuan saw all of Lin Mo's actions, and she couldn't help laughing: "Hahaha, little brother Mo, you are still too young. When you grow up, you won't have this kind of reaction!" Ziyuan's laughter was crisp and pleasant, but it made Lin Mo even more embarrassed.

"Oh, that's a matter for the future. Let's not talk about it anymore. Let's interrogate the prisoner first!" Lin Mo quickly changed the subject, trying to get rid of this embarrassing situation.

His eyes were filled with anxiety, hoping to end this embarrassing topic as soon as possible.

"Oh, alright, alright, then. Let's interrogate the prisoner." Zi Yuan turned to look at the attacker. Her chilling smile reappeared, and she slowly said, "I have many more tortures to torture you. For example, in addition to the above, I can do it three times a day to satisfy you. How about that?" Her voice was icy cold, like a demon from hell.

"Also, if you can't be a man anymore, then I will..." Ziyuan paused deliberately, a cruel glint in his eyes.

Her words were like a heavy yoke, weighing down the attacker, making it difficult for him to breathe. His face instantly turned pale, his eyes filled with fear and despair.

He knew that if he didn't confess, endless pain and torture would be waiting for him.