Became a vicious male mother

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This scene.

It almost plunged him into the endless, frantic struggles of his past life.

But the pain on the back of his hand was real, constantly coursing through his nerve network, giving him no chance to reminisce about the past.

When the force of those two rows of teeth became barely perceptible, Gu Xinglan quickly shook them off.

The child rolled straight off the chest and eventually sank deep into the blankets.

That's almost biting his flesh off!

He shouted, "I'll give you one minute. Once you've cried enough, go and draw."

Gu Xinglan lay face up on the bed, staring at the ceiling, her left hand covering her wound, the pain still seeping into her skin.

There was no crying in my ears, not even the sound of sniffling.

A minute felt incredibly long.

The figure next to him propped himself up on the bed.

His jet-black hair was completely wet, sticky with sweat, and a messy mess. He had returned to that mechanical and numb state.

By the moonlight, in his vision, Li Hetai's lips, stained with his blood, were no longer pale, but had turned a dry, dark brown, carrying a faint sense of bloodlust.

Soon, the rustling sound of pencils filled my ears.

"Administrator H, have I passed the first two tasks?" He asked directly, sensing the extra information in his mind.

Administrator H: [What do you think? Did you insult him or hit him?]

"nothing."

Not only did he not get what he wanted, he was also beaten up.

[You dare ask even if you haven't done anything? You can just wait to die tomorrow.]

"..." Gu Xinglan blinked, her gaze slowly settling on the corner of the desk.

"Then what are you doing here? Are you here to laugh at me?" he said with certainty.

The administrator in his mind chuckled: [I came to see if you were truly dead.]

Upon hearing this, Gu Xinglan was speechless.

He had indeed just sensed Li Hetai's murderous intent.

If that person had maintained his strength a little longer, there would probably have been another corpse at Changgu Villa, and there wouldn't even have been anyone to send him off to his funeral.

Gu Xinglan couldn't help but mutter to herself, "Thank goodness I didn't die."

In his past life, he desperately wanted Li Hetai to send him to the Western Paradise.

But this person stubbornly kept him alive, even with terminal cancer and treatment costs of hundreds of millions, he was kept alive, and he could neither live nor die.

He watched as thousands of steel needles pierced deep into every inch of his bones, and the side effects of the anti-cancer drugs made him vomit until his bile was almost dry.

Especially in the dead of night, when I look at my own reflection in the ceiling, looking emaciated, the thought of suicide almost pierces through the entire steel wall.

As for Li Hetai, he always appeared in the ward with that unfathomable expression.

In the dead of night, neither Li Hetai nor he slept. The hospital room was dimly lit, and the most common thing they heard was: "I'm taking your life. You want to die? Not so easy..."

It has to be said that it was just like the voice coming from the deepest hell. Even though he has been reincarnated now, he still feels a chill in his bones when he thinks about it. It is not human language, but more like the words of a ghost. It is a kind of obsessive madness unique to Li Hetai. He has truly tasted what it means to suffer the most in the world.

[What came to your mind?]

"Memories before death." Gu Xinglan struggled to get up from the bed.

Barefoot and with slow, deliberate steps, I walked slowly to the desk.

The child is very good at drawing.

The figures inside are almost lifelike; it depicts Xu Mufeng having breakfast on the day of the typhoon.

Wait until the pen stops.

"Li Hetai".

Gu Xinglan called out, leaned against the table, and pressed her injured hand onto the paper, pressing down the hand she was using to draw.

"What should I do if I get bitten by a dog?"

He no longer has the energy to play the game of forced buying and selling with Lai Ho Tai.

The voice that came out carried a coldness unlike anything he had ever shown before.

The person in the chair looked up, their eyes equally cold and indifferent, as if to say: What do you want now?

Give me an explanation.

The back of my hand is still oozing blood.

He didn't know why the child bit him, but he didn't have the energy to investigate further; he just wanted to gain more time to survive.

My body is tired, but my mind is even more tired.

Gu Xinglan released her hand.

Blood beads on the back of the hand flowed down the web between the thumb and forefinger to the palm, and then along the lines in the palm to gather at the fingertips.

He casually pinched the other person's face and smeared the bright red color on the perpetrator's lips.

The dark brown on his lips was stained red again, and the air was filled with a nauseating smell of rust.

Even as the blood drained from his fingertips, Gu Xinglan showed no intention of withdrawing his hand.

"add."

The air froze completely after those words were spoken.

Looking down from above, you can see that the veins on Li Hetai's forehead are bulging.

"Either add it, or tell me a secret."

"If you don't want to do either of them..." Gu Xinglan pretended to increase the pressure on her hands.

The wound reopened due to the movement, but this time the fluid gathered not at the fingertips, but at the edge of the wrist and palm, slowly dripping onto the floor.

He didn't really want to force Li Hetai to lick his wounds.

This person's every move disgusted him.

System: [Host, that's enough, that's enough. Lord H was just kidding you. The first two tasks have been completed.] As soon as the thoughts in your mind disappeared, the system hurriedly spoke up, its electronic voice trembling uncontrollably.

"What was the administrator doing just now?" Gu Xinglan wondered to herself.

System: [When a task-oriented unit is near death, the administrator can detect it and has the right to view it.]

“Is that so…” Gu Xinglan lowered her eyes.

Her distinct eyelashes trembled slightly, and in her dark pupils, a tiny, trembling head was reflected.

Two cowlicks were hidden among the strands of hair. Following the wisps of hair, only the smooth tip of his nose could be seen moving slightly, leaving him with a shiver.

The blood from the wound was quickly licked away, and the night returned to silence...

He didn't have time to react. He had already withdrawn his hand, so what was Li Hetai doing?

"You fucking bastard."

[Congratulations to task number 156 for completing three tasks, details as follows:]

1. Threaten the target to draw.

2. Force the task subject to draw.

3. Target of the mission? (Not displayed here)

Completed, 24 hours gained, total 56 hours. Unfortunately, you avoided being mauled by a pack of wild dogs tomorrow.

It also adds a lot more time.

Once the sensation on the back of her hand was gone, Gu Xinglan abruptly pulled it back as if it were burning hot.

System: [Host, "Rapid Speed" is already in effect.]

There was no pain in the wound anymore; instead, there was an excruciating, bone-chilling numbness and itching that seemed to travel from the back of my hand straight to my cerebral cortex.

There was a "bang" sound.

Gu Xinglan fled the room, her back to the door, panting heavily.

It's 5 a.m.

His previous drowsiness had long since vanished because of what had just happened.

Suddenly, before her mind had fully recovered, Gu Xinglan clutched her heart, feeling a sharp pain as if her heart was being ripped out.

Soon, she collapsed onto the floor, retching physiologically.

A memory forcibly appeared in my mind.

That was when he had lost all his hair and was almost bedridden. With his last bit of strength, he smashed the porcelain cup he drank water from every day and pierced his carotid artery under the flashing red light of the surveillance camera.

He was trying to survive.

But the appearance of Ke Li and Tai dragged him back to hell.

I still remember the time when I was almost losing my sense of smell, and the ylang-ylang fragrance was at its strongest.

Even though he had been soaked in the drug and turned into a drug-filled human, he could still clearly feel the restraints coming from the other person's palm on his scalp.

The warm, moist heat constantly pressing against the wound caused by the porcelain shards made the whole scene incredibly vivid.