Xu Mu, I Was Wrong

"Even if I die..."

Drip!

As Tong Guoguo spoke, her eyes suddenly widened because Xu Mu's drool had just fallen right into her mouth.

"Damn it... Ptooey! Ptooey! Xu Mu! I'm going to kill you! I'll kill you!"

Tong Guoguo struggled incessantly, but how could she possibly be a match for Xu Mu right now?

"You want to kill me?"

Xu Mu suddenly narrowed his eyes. "So, you must have a murder weapon hidden on you, right?"

"What... what are you doing?"

Tong Guoguo suddenly became nervous.

"I don't want to die, so I definitely need to search your body. Who knows where you might have a murder weapon hidden."

While speaking, Xu Mu reached out to search her.

Tong Guoguo's eyes widened in terror, and soon after, tears spilled over.

After searching her upper body, Xu Mu began to search her midsection.

Tong Guoguo struggled continuously, her eyes full of fury. "Xu Mu!!"

"Cut the crap. I once watched a TV show where someone hid a grenade in their pants. Hiding a dagger or something would be a piece of cake."

Xu Mu wore a serious expression. After a careful search, he nodded to himself. "Smooth as a mirror. Indeed, there are no murder weapons."

The light had already faded from Tong Guoguo's red eyes. Like a corpse, she lay with her face turned to the side, completely motionless.

The last time Xu Mu bullied her, she had been poisoned by Spring Night Grass and was in a daze; she could easily treat it as just a dream.

But this time, she was wide awake. This Xu Mu deserved to die!

As long as she was alive, she would definitely tear him to pieces.

Right at that moment, Xu Mu suddenly stood up and grabbed his belt.

He realized that this Tong Guoguo could really endure. Logically, an ordinary woman would have surrendered by now.

Seeing this, Tong Guoguo, whose eyes had lost their light, suddenly showed fear again.

"What... what are you going to do? If you're a man, just kill me! What kind of scum insults me like this?"

"For the time being, I can be a woman."

Xu Mu said with a smile, "Sorry, I have OCD. A delicate woman like you should have a delicate face."

"Don't! Xu Mu, I was wrong!"

Unable to bear the pressure Xu Mu brought upon her any longer, Tong Guoguo could only beg for mercy.

Hearing this, Xu Mu looked down at her from above and said, "What should you call me?"

"Daddy..."

Tong Guoguo's voice was as quiet as a mosquito's.

After saying those words, she wished she could find a hole in the ground to crawl into.

She was risking it all; she had to survive.

Only by surviving could she drag Xu Mu down to hell with her!

"Hehe! You're not stupid. Since you've called me daddy, I certainly can't be rough with you."

Xu Mu squatted in front of Tong Guoguo, placed one hand on her shoulder, and took out his phone with the other to start recording.

"Come on, repeat after me."

Xu Mu made Tong Guoguo lean closer to him. "Little Hunzi, you're a piece of trash! When I destroy the Immortality Research Institute, I'll make you kneel and call me grandpa!"

Hearing this, Tong Guoguo looked at Xu Mu with a dumbfounded expression. He was so bold!

"What? You won't say it? Then I'll have to get proactive!"

Xu Mu cast a cold glance at Tong Guoguo.

Tong Guoguo clenched her fists tightly and took a deep breath.

She was being forced anyway. A magnanimous person like Mr. Soul definitely wouldn't mind.

"Little, Hunzi, you are a piece... of trash. When I destroy the Immortality Research Institute, I'll make you kneel and call me grandpa."

After saying that, Tong Guoguo glared at Xu Mu. "Happy now?"

"Not bad, Guoguo. I never planned to kill you anyway. As I said before, we are childhood sweethearts."

Xu Mu let go of Tong Guoguo, put away his phone, and then held out his hand. "This is a healing pill. Eat it."

Hearing this, Tong Guoguo was dumbfounded. Was there something wrong with this guy's brain?

He was actually giving her a healing pill?

No!

This must be poison. How could this damned bastard be so kind?

"Forget it, my injuries aren't serious."

Tong Guoguo didn't dare to voice her thoughts. Right now, her priority was to recover her Qi.

"Eat it when I tell you to! If I wanted to harm you now, would I need to go through so much trouble?"

Xu Mu stepped forward, grabbed Tong Guoguo's chin, and shoved the pill into her mouth.

The pill melted as soon as it entered her mouth, quickly turning into a surge of power that filled her entire body.

Tong Guoguo widened her eyes in disbelief. She felt the wounds on her palms and body; they were warm and no longer as painful as before.

To think it was actually a healing pill.

She really couldn't understand what Xu Mu was playing at.

Could it be that he actually liked... her?

At this thought, Tong Guoguo's eyes turned fierce. What kind of thing was he? Was he worthy of liking her?

"Take out the antidote, and you can leave."

Xu Mu extended his hand and said.

Tong Guoguo pondered for a moment before taking out a black medicine bottle and handing it to Xu Mu.

"I searched every inch of your body just now, and I didn't find this bottle."

Xu Mu said calmly, "Hand over your spatial ring. It's confiscated."

"Last time you already..."

"One more word, and I'll fine you fifty bucks!"

Xu Mu interrupted Tong Guoguo. "Anyway, you have high-level array masters over there. They can make spatial rings."

"Even for a high-level array master, it takes a long time to craft a spatial ring."

Although Tong Guoguo said this, she still took off the ring.

However, she had already taken out her phone in advance.

She wouldn't leave. Once her Qi recovered, she would definitely tear Xu Mu into a million pieces.

If she couldn't kill Xu Mu, she wouldn't go back.

Xu Mu took the ring and said to Tong Guoguo, "You can go now. It's dark and the roads are slippery, so be careful not to fall."

After speaking, he turned back first, heading toward the fertilizer plant.

Tong Guoguo frowned. Xu Mu had actually let her go. What on earth was going on in this guy's head?

As Xu Mu approached the fertilizer plant, he cast an illusion array to alter his appearance.

This time, he didn't change his facial features, but the surface of his body.

For instance, he made his face covered in blood and created an illusion of a deep, bone-revealing gash on his chest.

This would make it look more realistic. Otherwise, after fighting for so long without a single scratch on him, she might think it was all an act.

Seeing Yan Baizhi lying on the ground in the distance, Xu Mu staggered over.

Yan Baizhi had already lost all hope. She lay on the ground, ready to die.

But upon seeing the man walking toward her, her body trembled. With those shocking wounds, she really didn't know how he was managing to walk.

"Xu... Xu Mu, you..."

"This is the antidote."

Xu Mu squatted in front of Yan Baizhi and poured the medicine bottle into her mouth.

Yan Baizhi looked at the blood on Xu Mu's face, and for some reason, tears began to flow.

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Xu Mu tossed the medicine bottle onto the ground, stood back up, and walked away into the distance.

Having just drunk the medicine, Yan Baizhi felt a bit of strength return to her limbs. She raised her hand and shouted, "Xu Mu, you're hurt so badly! Don't go, I'll take you to the hospital!"

Xu Mu ignored Yan Baizhi, his figure disappearing into the night.

Seeing this, Yan Baizhi struggled to prop herself up into a sitting position, her eyes somewhat vacant.

To think she had actually dealt with Xu Mu for Wu Tian's sake—she was worse than an animal.

She had to go apologize.

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