The "giant silkworm chrysalis" tied up by Mo Huan was definitely strong enough. It didn't even make a sound, but it was twisting even more fiercely. If you look at it from a distance, it really looks like a molting creature.
"silkworm chrysalis".
However, Mo Huan knew that if he restrained him like this, everyone should have difficulty breathing, dizziness due to lack of oxygen, or even suffocation. But now, this person, besides struggling harder, seemed to be restrained out of dissatisfaction.
He took action, but no other state appeared except anger.
This made her frown a little tighter. Coldly and impatiently, she raised her foot and kicked him hard at the twisted part, and asked again: "Tell me, where is your master!"
The movements of "Silkworm Chrysalis" suddenly froze.
The body trembled instinctively.
But there was still no sound, just like a mute.
This made Mo Huan frown once again, but he secretly cursed in his heart: Damn it, does this person really have no pain nerves?
But……
This is not right either!
Looking at the snow-white gauze wrapped around the man's body, Mo Huan could clearly see that the white gauze near his head and shoulders had turned blood red.
This was enough to clearly prove that the injuries he had suffered before were real, and the injuries were not serious. And based on the degree of bleeding, Mo Huan couldn't help but light a candle for him in his heart, and secretly estimated,
Should she let go at this time, lest this guy bleeds to death in front of her. That... would be too unlucky!
The cold wind blew past my ears.
The pretty short ear-length hair rippled on her cheeks a few times, which made Mo Huan's ears itch, and she really came back to her senses.
Unable to help himself, he tightened his grip on the gauze curtain by three points, lowered his voice slightly, and scolded coldly: "This is the last chance I give you, tell me everything you know, otherwise -"
"Mo Huan, don't kill him!"
A coquettish voice came through the air, with a bit of hoarse sexiness, but it also seemed like a shout with all the strength. Accompanied by the gusts of night wind blowing around, it was actually a bit sad and shrill, making people feel spine-tingling.
I felt chilly and had a bit of a creepy feeling.
Fortunately, although the sound has changed in taste, its essence has not changed.
Mo Huan immediately recognized that it was Bo Jinghan's voice.
With joy in my heart, the gauze curtain on my hands loosened.
However, when she turned around and saw Bao Jinghan in a state of embarrassment, the corners of her mouth twitched involuntarily.
His eyes suddenly widened, full of surprise.
She simply couldn't believe that this guy was the Bao Jinghan she knew.
After all, in her impression, every time this woman appeared, she was always a graceful, unparalleled and arrogant figure. She would be like now, wrapped in... a bloody rag.
Well, maybe saying that the clothes are rags is overstating them.
For a more specific description, it might be more accurate to call it a cloth strip.
Mo Huan was a little confused, but when she saw that the person running up to her was extremely pale, he still had the strength to run in front of her, and he could still stand firmly on his bare feet, so he relaxed slightly.
Take a breath.
"You...what's going on?"
After looking her up and down and confirming that she had no particularly fatal injuries, Mo Huan asked nervously, expressing her rare concern.
