Any woman is proud of herself, and she has to deal with her appearance, and she has to work hard to protect and disfigure her face. It is undoubtedly more painful for a woman than death. Unfortunately, Xiang Xue is an alien. A monster who never cares about appearance.

In her opinion, it is enough to keep a life. As for how to treat the skin, it is not considered.

Time flies, and a month has passed in a blink of an eye. Xiang Xue's body has recovered very well. It seems that although the decoctions are disgusting, the effect is indeed good.

But she understood that things would not be so simple.

Pain! Endless severe pain! [

The limbs and bones seemed to be cut open with a sharp blade, and the tendons of the hands and feet seemed to be broken, and they were continued, and then broken again...

Everything is not a pain in an instant, but rather like a movie replay, slow motion, bit by bit, it makes people feel so clear that they can't be clearer and so painful that they can't be painful...

As morning approaches, the sun rises, pain comes like a tide, and fades away like a tide. The light clothes on the body are soaked in sweat, and the lower lip is bitten to the point of green and purple, and several layers of blood scabs are formed.

Her arms were filled with traces of pinching the silt when she was strangling the wound when she was suffering. Xiang Xue was weakly spreading on the bed, smiling gently at the little tiger beside her, and comforting her weakly: "Little thing, it's okay."

"Roar, roar."

The round head rubbed, and his dark eyes revealed some care.

"Wheel, wheel."

The sound of a wheelchair sounded, Xiang Xue pursed her lips tightly and finally came.

Out of his nature of not being able to show weakness in front of outsiders, even after a night of tossing and having no strength left in his body, Xiang Xue habitually sat upright, hugged the little tiger in her arms, and stroked her round head one after another.

The strange woman drove her wheelchair into the room and happened to see this scene. Her eyes, which were not big, immediately narrowed into a gap and spit out a vicious light.

Her tragic experience and her life of not seeing outsiders for many years have already developed her introverted and distorted personality. She tore the wound on her face while Xiang Xue was unconscious and deliberately left a scar, just to let her feel self-loathing and pain after seeing the terrifying appearance in the bronze mirror.

The disability and ugly face on their bodies create a self-depressed personality, and the fear and anger that cannot be described for many years have caused a deformed mentality of hating all beautiful things.

Why does this girl seem to have never happened? Her eyes are so calm and clear that it makes people want to dig it out!

"Girl, did you sleep well last night?"

The shriveled mouth smiled, twisting even more weirdly.

"If I say I sleep well, I must be deceiving the seniors, let alone whether I sleep well or not. Where can I count on what I say? Only the seniors can do it accurately."

"Hmph, sharp-tongued!"

The strange woman moved her wrist and turned around the wheelchair and left: "Pack up her clothes and come out with her old body."

The grass was covered with fresh dew. Not far away, the woods faintly smelled and fresh. The moisture in the air was heavy. Xiang Xue shook unconsciously in her thin cloth clothes.

It turned out that it rained heavily last night. The strange pain took away all the attention. It didn't even notice it at all.

"Girl, I asked you. If you didn't fall off the cliff, can you cut off that tree with your sword energy?"

The strange woman pointed to a bitter tree about ten steps ahead. The diameter is about three feet. At least four or five years old. It is a blessing to be able to fall off the Wanhun Cliff and not die. People without martial arts foundation are afraid that they will be killed by the turbulent flow and be killed by the turbulent wall because they lose balance.
Chapter completed!