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Chapter 368 Don't Come, I'm Not Sick

Chapter 368 Don't Come, I'm Not Sick

Han Mochen had heard the same words for more than a year.

This happens every time...

can't find...

Still can't find...

There is no trace of Xiaoxiao anywhere...

Hearing such words too much seemed to make Han Mo Chen a little numb.

So when Zhuo Qiu said it, his expression didn't change much, as if the words were expected.

And every time Zhuo Qiu said such words, his heart was the most tormented.

He disappointed the young master time and time again, making him feel that he had failed the young master's trust in him.

He felt that he was also responsible for the young master becoming what he is today. If he had been able to drive the car faster, if he had been more cautious...

Zhuo Qiu laughed at himself from the bottom of his heart.

How can there be so many ifs, if time goes back, maybe... it will still look like this.

In fact, he is useless, but he still wants to find comfort and excuses from other places.

Zhuo Qiu bent over, wanting to kneel down to Han Mo Chen.

At this moment, the other party said coldly: "If you don't want these legs anymore, just tell me, I'll have someone cripple them for you."

Zhuo Qiu's body paused, knowing that the young master was provoking him on purpose.

After hesitating for a moment, he knelt down resolutely, "Master, punish me."

Han Mo Chen: "Get up."

Zhuo Qiu: "I fail to complete the task every time, but the young master doesn't punish me or scold me. This will only make me feel more uncomfortable."

Han Mochen repeated again: "Let me talk."

Zhuo Qiu didn't seem to hear it: "Master, you beat me or scold me, no matter how you deal with me, I can accept it, that is... just don't do anything to me."

Han Mo Chen: "..."

Fang Ci, who had just passed by, choked on Zhuo Qiu's last words when he heard Zhuo Qiu's last words.

Fang Ci: "..." What are these two people discussing?What can't be done?
Wait a minute, why is this guy kneeling?

For a moment, Fang Ci's complexion was a little bad. From his perspective, Zhuo Qiu's posture kneeling in front of Han Mochen was really too...

Fang Ci just wanted to go over and persuade the other party to get up, when Han Mo Chen spoke.

Han Mochen: "What do you need me to do to you? Tie you up with a rope?"

Zhuo Qiu: "Okay."

Fang Ci: "Cough cough cough..." What is this?

Fang Ci came a little late, and I don't know what the two of them said before, but suddenly Han Mochen said that as if he was having a fit, and he couldn't keep up with the rhythm at all.

Han Mochen continued, without any warmth in his words: "Will you be beaten with a stick?"

Zhuo Qiu: "Okay."

"Or did you mean to cut your flesh and your heart with a knife? Kill you to your heart's content?"

Zhuo Qiu hesitated for a while, but still didn't refute, and said resolutely: "...Young master can do whatever you want."

"Heh!" Suddenly, Han Mochen laughed.

is pissed off.

There was a sharp pain in his head, and he pinched the center of his eyebrows with his fingers: "They all said I was crazy, I see... now you are also infected by my madness."

Zhuo Qiu: "Master..."

Han Mochen waved his hand, not wanting to listen to the other party, and continued on his own: "Why am I tying you up? Why am I beating you? I beat you so hard that you can't get out of bed, who will go find Xiaoxiao for me?"

Zhuo Qiu: "..."

Han Mochen: "It's even more meaningless for me to kill you. In this world, whoever dies won't bring Xiaoxiao back to me."

Fang Ci noticed that Han Mo Chen seemed to be in a trance, and wanted to go up to check.

But it seemed to be known by the other party: "Don't come here, I'm not sick."

(End of this chapter)

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