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Chapter 135 - 129: A Medical Miracle!

Chapter 135: Chapter 129: A Medical Miracle!

Tongue Cut: ???

Live Streaming Room: ????

Alright, alright, alright...

Are you God or Satan?

Jiang kid, you playing like this, huh?

So you’re gonna be both the good guy and the bad guy all by yourself?

Tongue Cut’s mentality is completely shattered now!

The more aggrieved he felt inside, the more violently he vomited.

Several surges of it kept him retching so much that his eyes rolled back.

Even so, he still extended a trembling hand pointing at Jiang Xiao.

The resentment and injustice on his face were almost materializing.

But there was no hatred.

Hate?

Sorry, he didn’t even dare to show a hint of hatred towards Jiang Xiao!

"What’s up, you’re not convinced? You mean I forced you just now?"

Scared, Tongue Cut shrank back, his head retracting, not daring to make a sound.

He stayed silent, but Jiang Xiao wasn’t planning to let him off.

"Speak clearly today. What was that expression just now? Did I force you?"

Jiang Xiao slowly stepped forward and picked up the scissors Tongue Cut had placed on the shelf.

While Tongue Cut was still retching, he suddenly felt a chill below the belt~

Jiang Xiao: ୧(๑•̌～•̑)✄╰ひ╯

"Come on, tell me, where did I force you?"

Holy shit!

Isn’t this the same scissors Yao Han used to cut Old Wang’s hair?

Why does everyone instantly want to cut people’s roots the moment things don’t go their way?

It was just an expression; did it have to be this wild?

"Speak up! Did I force you or not?"

Tongue Cut: ???

Live Streaming Room: ???

I have to say, your demand really puts Hatsune Miku in a tough spot, man.

"Not speaking?"

Jiang Xiao, fierce and terse, just applied a little force.

The icy, murderous touch made Tongue Cut’s body instantly stiffen.

Even the vomiting stopped. He used to laugh at Old Wang earlier.

Who would have thought the tables would turn so quicly, and now it was his turn to be threatened with scissors to the groin?

"Speak, did I freaking force you or not?"

"Ah bah! Ah bah ah bah! Ah bah!"

Desperate, Tongue Cut opened his mouth wide, pointing to his severed tongue.

At the same time, he frantically shook his head and waved his hands.

That guy.

He’s shaking so much he nearly created afterimages with his hand signs!

Damn, are we playing like this?

Even Naruto couldn’t endure this!

Naruto might as well take lessons from Tongue Cut on the speed of forming hand signs.

However, Jiang Xiao simply ignored his tongue.

The scissors in his hand wen deeper.

"So, you mean you’re not convinced, huh? Good, very good! I, Jiang Daxing, like your kind of backbone!"

Ah?

"Ah bah bah! Ah bah bah bah!"

"What? Not only are you not convinced, but you’re cursing me too?"

"Ah bah! Ah bah!!"

"Alright, alright, alright, you want to argue and practice speaking with me, huh? I’ll fulfill this wish! I’ll castrate you first!"

Tongue Cut had lived half his life...

and he had never felt so helpless and desperate as he did today, at this moment.

Not cool, man. Are you freaking sick?

I’m already crying, and you say I’m cursing you?

He wanted to kneel, but the scissors at his groin made him too scared to move.

"Alright, you’re asking for this!"

Jiang Xiao slowly exerted more pressure.

Sweat began to bead frantically on Tongue Cut’s forehead.

Don’t be scared, don’t be scared, the outer layer is softer, it won’t cut through, Tongue Cut, you have to be strong, maybe he’s just joking with me?

Perhaps he’s just trying to scare me?

Right!

I can’t scare myself. Could he actually dare to cut it off?

Hmm?!!!

"Seems like the skin’s broken, huh!"

Duan She’s legs started to shake uncontrollably, his breathing rapid and heavy.

The big bosses in the live-streaming room also clenched their thighs and started to drink water non-stop because of dry mouths.

As viewers, as men like Duan She.

Their psychological state was very strange at the moment...

A bit curious, a bit nervous, a bit scared, and also a bit... eagerly anticipating?

They’d never seen anything this real in their lives.

At Meichuan Neiku, it just fell out directly.

Although that was tragic, the lack of details couldn’t compare to the visual impact of Jiang Xiao holding scissors!

"Do I force you?"

Damn!

The sponge is punctured!!

Duan She’s body trembled massively, and he couldn’t take anymore—the scissors would ruin him if they moved an inch further!

The intense desire to survive made Duan She unleash the greatest potential of his life!

"No! No! NO!!! Not forced! STOP! Not forced, not forced!"

Duan She spoke!

And even spouted some English?!

Holy crap...

What is called a medical miracle?

This damn thing is a living medical miracle!

Jiang Xiao sighed regretfully, stopping the scissors from advancing further.

"That’s more like it, I’m a good person, I never force anyone. You can clean this room yourself; it’s too filthy and stinks."

After saying that, Jiang Xiao walked away smoothly.

He left quietly, just as he had come quietly. I wave my sleeves, not taking a single cloud with me.

Right!

His departure was clean and dashing!

Leaving behind Duan She, who dropped his pants to check his wounds, and a room in total disarray.

The viewers couldn’t see Duan She’s expression.

But from his shoulders, it wasn’t hard to tell that he was probably crying very sadly.

This devil, it’s ruined...

Duan She looked at his little treasure with a pained expression.

Can he still play with this?

Blood beads were already seeping out of Kuku.

Meanwhile, his hatred for Jiang Xiao had reached an unprecedented height.

If he didn’t kill this seriously ill mental patient soon, his remaining three days would be miserable!

This A Zhi...

I hope he won’t disappoint me tonight!

Jiang Xiao really delivered this round.

Old Wang lost a phone.

Yao Han’s brain crashed and was on the verge of collapse; it’s uncertain if he’d recover today.

Duan She...

Well, let’s not talk about it; it’s already a medical miracle. What else is there to say?

...

Old Mu had driven Ward off many times, asking him to get it done elsewhere and not to disgust him.

But Ward just wouldn’t leave because he hoped Old Mu would help him get things done, numbing his own butt in the process.

Damn, he can’t aim right now!

Eh!

Old Mu’s expression was like he had eaten shit.

This guy had no conflict of interest with him, and he indeed hoped Ward would give A Zhi a good disgust.

Otherwise, he would have slapped this filthy person to death already!

So, he squinted and gritted his teeth as he helped Ward with the enemas.

Damn it...

After a few rounds of this, Old Mu definitely wouldn’t be able to eat dinner.

The triple disgust of shape, taste, and color was one thing.

It was damn eye-watering, too!

Old Mu kept wiping his tears.

It was spicy, both taste-wise and spiritually!

Laying on the couch, Ward bit his teeth, enduring the knife-cutting pain from behind.

"I just don’t know if, in the hearts of Lighthouse people, I have now reached a status comparable to Martial Saint Guan Yu’s bone-scraping healing in Dragon Country’s ancient history? Hiss, even if not as notable as Guan Yu, at least it should be at the level of Yue Fei’s tattooed loyalty, right?"

Old Mu paused with the feminine cleanser in his hand.

Damn?

Where did this asshole get the audacity and face to compare himself with Guan Yu and Yue Fei?

He really wanted to slap this thing hard to bring him back to his senses.

Ward eagerly awaited the night.

Life or death, it all depended on this wave!