The obedient beauty is targeted by the bad guys again [Quick Wear]

Not long after Mu Yan left, Murong Nianbai met Murong Anan.

Murong Anan was surrounded by several people, and he walked in the middle with a proud look on his face.

When Rong Anan saw Murong Nianbai not far away, her pretty face immediately became distorted, and her eyes revealed deep disgust.

"How did you get in?"

Murong Anan asked viciously.

Murong Nianbai didn't want to pay attention to Murong Anan. Although he really wanted to kill her, he also knew that he was no match for her at the moment.

However, some people just like to push their luck, and the more you ignore them, the more arrogant they become.

Murong Anan became even more arrogant when she saw that Murong Nianbai dared to ignore her.

"Where did you get the magic weapon in your hand? Did you steal it from Murong Mansion?"

Murong Anan said this and swung the whip at him.

Murong Nianbai dodged quickly, and when Murong Anan saw that he didn't hit her, his expression became even uglier:

"You guys, hold him down!" he said to the people around him.

When those people heard this, they hurriedly walked towards Murong Nianbai.

But they obviously underestimated Murong Nianbai's ability.

Before they could even touch Murong Nianbai, they were knocked to the ground.

Although Murong Nianbai has no cultivation, he has no problem dealing with these minions.

Murong Anan's face instantly turned gloomy when he saw his men being knocked down by a loser.

He glared at Murong Nianbai and said through gritted teeth, "Okay, I didn't expect a loser like you to have some skills. But do you think you can be my opponent like this?"

After saying that, Murong Anan directly used magic to attack Murong Nianbai.

He completely forgot the rule that magic cannot be used against ordinary people.

After all, in his eyes, Murong Nianbai was just a dying man and was not worthy of him following the rules.

Murong Nianbai, who has no cultivation, is no match for Murong Anan.

He was beaten and soon had wounds all over his body, with blood staining his clothes red.

However, Murong Nianbai did not give in. He gritted his teeth and stared at Murong Anan, his eyes full of defiance and anger.

"What, you don't accept it? What a pity, it's useless to refuse to accept it, today is the day you die."

A cruel smile appeared on Murong Anan's lips, and the spiritual power in his hands became stronger and stronger, and it was about to hit Murong Nianbai's vital points.

At this critical moment, a figure rushed over like lightning, kicked Murong Anan, and kicked him away.

Mu Yan, who arrived late, looked at Murong Nianbai lying on the ground covered in blood, and an indescribable anger and heartache surged in his heart.

He rushed over, carefully helped Murong Nianbai up, quickly took out a precious pill from his arms and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Where is the magic weapon I gave you? Why don't you use it?"

Mu Yan frowned, his tone containing a hint of blame and confusion.

Murong Nianbai shook his head weakly, unable to speak.

Mu Yan sighed with pity and gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Then, he turned to look at Murong An'an who was knocked away by him, with a cold light in his eyes: "Who are you? Don't you know that you can't use magic against ordinary people?"

However, at this time Murong Anan closed her eyes and had obviously fainted, and was unable to answer Mu Yan's questions at all.

Mu Yan is a man who holds grudges and protects his own people. If anyone dares to touch a hair on his head, he will never let it go easily.

He stood up and walked towards the person who hurt Murong Nianbai with a gloomy face.

He wanted to teach this ignorant guy a lesson, but at this moment, a dazzling white light suddenly flashed, and the man disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Mu Yan stood there in astonishment, his eyes wide open.

After a long while, he came back to his senses and cursed with gritted teeth: "You are so fast!"

After saying that, he turned and walked towards Murong Nianbai.

Seeing Murong Nianbai covered in blood, Mu Yan felt very distressed. He picked him up without hesitation and quickly returned to the cave.

Mu Yan looked at Murong Nianbai lying on the bed with heartache, his heart full of confusion and worry.

He didn't understand why Murong Nianbai didn't use the magic weapon he gave him.

He sighed softly, then carefully took off Murong Nianbai's clothes and prepared to treat his wounds.

However, when he saw the scene before him, he couldn't help but frown.

Murong Nianbai's body was covered with dense scars, both new and old, crisscrossing and shocking, as if he had experienced countless cruel tortures.

These scars made his skin look like it was torn apart, which was unbearable to look at.

An indescribable anger and pity surged in Mu Yan's heart. He took out a bottle of precious medicine and gently applied it on Murong Nianbai's wound.

This medicine has miraculous healing effects. Just a light application can quickly stop bleeding and pain and promote wound healing.

Sure enough, under the effect of the medicine, the scars on Murong Nianbai's body disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his skin returned to normal.

Mu Yan looked at Murong Nianbai's lower body hesitantly, seeming to be hesitant about whether to proceed to the next step.

Just as he was about to reach out to take off Murong Nianbai's pants, a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist tightly.

Mu Yan raised his head in astonishment and met Murong Nianbai's ink-black eyes.

Murong Nianbai lowered his head slightly and whispered, "I, I can do it myself."

There was a hint of shyness and discomfort in his voice, and he was clearly embarrassed about what was about to happen.

He didn't want Mu Yan to see the ugly part of his body at all, but he had already seen it.

But this just happened to achieve his goal. He wanted Yanyan to feel sorry for him, and it was obvious that the effect was good.

Mu Yan hesitated for a while, secretly guessing that Murong Nianbai might be too shy to let him apply the ointment on him, so he handed the ointment to him.

"Ok."

However, Mu Yan did not leave the room immediately, but chose to stay where he was.

Murong Nianbai glanced at Mu Yan who was sitting there motionless, then looked down at the ointment in his hand.

"Um...can you please go out for a moment?"

Murong Nianbai's voice became even smaller, almost as soft as a mosquito or fly.

Mu Yan nodded to show his understanding, then stood up and walked out of the room.

Murong Nianbai looked at the ugly scar on his leg, a trace of pain and resentment flashed in his eyes, but he seemed to be completely unable to feel the pain in his body. He actually used his fingers to pick at the wound fiercely, as if he wanted to vent all his anger.

Soon, blood flowed out from the wound, staining the surrounding skin red.

He recalled the torture he had suffered and his heart was filled with hatred. Sooner or later, he would tear those who hurt him into pieces.