Chapter 1789 - 1789: Leng yunchen ‘s heart ached to the extreme

Chapter 1789: Leng yunchen ‘s heart ached to the extreme

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The blinding white light shone on her. This enclosed space was very high but not wide, making people feel depressed at first glance. After a long time, they couldn’t help but become irritable.

The skinny white figure was lying on the ground, exhausted and covered in injuries.

His forehead was broken, and his fingernails had long been split open.

She had been under surveillance for more than ten hours and had not eaten or drunk at all.

But even so, what she had suffered was far more than what she had seen.

It was also hard to believe what she had experienced.

Suddenly, there was a movement on the wall, and she shivered. Then, she slowly raised her small face.

Her wet and sticky hair was stained with blood and stuck to her cheeks. Her eyelashes were also stained with blood. Her small face was terrifyingly pale, and her lips were completely bloodless. However, when she slowly raised her head, her eyes gradually filled with a thick bloody and brutal aura.

Leng Xiaomo left the wall in an instant, not daring to come any closer. Her head started to hurt, and she held her head as she slid down slowly and squatted down.

however, this sealed space was slowly opening.

A woman in a tight-fitting leather suit appeared at the door. Her long hair was scattered, and two men in white coats were standing beside her. As soon as the sealed space was opened, the two men came in and walked towards Leng Xiaomo.

One of them was holding a syringe.

Leng Xiaomo clutched her aching head and shrank into a corner in resistance. They seemed to be particularly agitated whenever they got close to her, as if they knew what they were going to do with her. She was extremely resistant.

Someone approached her and tried to grab her arm, but Leng Xiaomo pounced on him and bit him. That person screamed, while the other person hurriedly picked up a needle and inserted it into her body.

Leng Xiaomo groaned in pain, but her tyrannical emotions were greatly stimulated. She broke free and snatched the needle away. She clutched the neck of the man in the white coat tightly with one hand, and the sharp needle pierced deep into his body.

She madly stabbed him again and again, causing the man to scream in horror and blood to splash out.

The woman in the black leather jacket looked at this scene calmly as if she had expected it.

He didn’t seem to have any intention of helping.

Until Leng Xiaomo-