The laughter stopped suddenly, Gongsun Shiyu's voice suddenly became cold, and he turned around and left.

"Let's go."

…

…

It's still the place where you can completely relax... that senior's shop.

Just call me Youye, Mr. Momo.

The maid in front of me introduced herself like this. It seemed that she was in a very good mood after she came back and seemed to be very talkative. This was completely different from the terror she felt when she dealt with those two powerful warriors.

Nero was placed on the sofa in the lobby by You Ye. His broken arm was now placed on the table in front of the sofa, as well as the strange long knife.

The blood on the wound has stopped flowing out, but the blood on the wound has not dried up and still shows a fresh red color... This incredible method opened Mo Mo's eyes.

But Nero, who was in a coma, showed an expression of extreme pain, and his body was trembling slightly... as if it were instinctive.

"She...what happened to her?" Mo Mo suddenly asked.

From what Nero said, it seems that she is an old acquaintance with Miss Youye... Is there a deal?

"It should be impossible to die." The maid who seemed to be in a good mood smiled slightly at this time.

Momo frowned and said, "But she looks...in pain?"

You Ye said casually: "Of course, after all, her body is in pain all the time. If there is no medicine to suppress it, then if the spirit can bear it, the body will instinctively resist it."

"Pain?" Mo Mo looked at You Ye in surprise.

The maid lady nodded at this time and suddenly chuckled: "Mr. Momo, do you want to experience it?"

"Experience?" Mo Mo was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly and said: "I have no interest in cutting off my arm."

Unexpectedly, the maid used her gloved finger to point on Mo Mo's forehead, "It's not the pain of a broken limb, although it's almost the same, it should feel like this..."

In an instant... maybe just two or three seconds, Mo Mo collapsed to the ground, his body curled up and twitching.

The body... seems to be being torn, torn, torn, torn constantly.

With great difficulty, Momo got up from the ground, but the experience of just one or two seconds had already made his whole body soaked.

Youye now took a small capsule and fed it into Nero's mouth. After a while, he saw that Nero's tense expression seemed to relax a little.

And these capsules were brought back by You Ye when he left... things that originally belonged to Nero.

"She, she can only rely on taking medicine to be paralyzed?" Momo seemed to realize something.

"Paralysis?" Youye shook her head: "I'm afraid paralysis is impossible. This medicine can only reduce the pain to the limit that can be tolerated, right? At least it will not let her body directly defend itself.

To the point where the brain falls into a coma and instinctively cuts off all nerve sensations.”

That is to say...

Momo looked at Nero's calm expression in disbelief... Was she mentally enduring this kind of inhuman pain all the time?
Chapter completed!