Author: September Fireworks

Jun Yuqing looked at her with wide eyes, a look of anger on his face.

His tongue is gone, making him unable to make sounds, but his backbone is still there.

How could he just listen to this woman? Besides, if it weren't for this woman, he wouldn't be trapped here.

Unfortunately, no matter how angry he was, the woman in front of him ignored him at all.

He just folded his arms as if the old god was there, as if he was sure that he would do it.

"Ah, haha, hiss!"

Jun Yuqing had an angry look on his face, and he made loud noises in his throat.

Because he has no tongue, he cannot pronounce words clearly. This is the limit of what he can do.

Lin Jiumian could see that this guy was scolding himself.

Lin Jiumian folded her arms and looked at him coldly, with an unquestionable expression on her face.

At this time, someone had already brought the table over. At first, Jun Yuqing was still going crazy, but after a while, something didn't feel right about him.

He took out a pen and wrote and drew on the paper, but he couldn't see clearly what he wrote and what he drew.

Lin Jiumian looked at the side and sighed softly: "It seems that it still doesn't work. I can only say that this truth serum cannot be written. It has failed!"

Muttering, she took off Jun Yuqing's pen and threw it aside.

After thinking about it for a while, I gave Jun Yuqing an injection of antidote.

This so-called antidote is just a forced vomiting.

Jun Yuqing took pills, but now the effect of the medicine has not been fully exerted in the body.

If the effect of this medicine is allowed to take effect, Jun Yuqing will probably go completely crazy in less than three years.

Lin Jiumian remembered that Jun Yuqing would see Jun Wumo again in three years, so she had to clear the remaining poison of the truth serum from his body, so that he could at least support him longer.

After doing this, he waved his hand and ordered someone to tie Jun Yuqing up again, turned around and went out.

At the door, when Lin Jiumian came out, Tayue still took Jun Wumo with her.

Jun Wumo was still tied up. He looked like he would not admit his mistake even if his spine was broken.

When Lin Jiumian came out, Jun Wumo looked at her.

"What are you holding me for? What else do you want, just kill the bereaved."

"What's wrong with you taking me around with you like this?"

Jun Wumo doesn't have that much energy now, his voice is cold and calm, and his attitude is very persistent.

"No matter how you torture me, I won't say anything, let alone cooperate."

Lin Jiumian glanced sideways at him, sneered and walked up to him.

Suddenly he lifted his chin and moved closer. At this time, she was only an inch away from Jun Wumo.

She squinted at Jun Wumo and asked, "Let me ask you, am I good-looking?"

Lin Jiumian asked so aggressively, which startled Jun Wumo.

He stared at her with wide eyes and couldn't think of a word for a long time.

Lin Jiumian continued to ask: "Why, I don't look good?"

Jun Wumo snorted coldly when he heard this: "I have never seen a woman like you who doesn't know how to be reserved. She actually asks others if they are good-looking?"

"Are you mentally ill?"

Lin Jiumian sighed softly.

"It seems that it's not my brain that's sick, but yours."

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and pinched Jun Wumo's chest with some unfinished thoughts.

Jun Wumo actually has a great figure, but he has chest muscles and abdominal muscles.

Normally, if it is a little hard when pinched, it will feel a little soft to the touch, but it still feels good.
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