Goddess's Personal Magical Doctor

0By the river bank, the three youths crossed the small path and walked towards the nearby lights.    0

    

"Young Master Yang, no …" Something's not right. "    

    

As they got closer, the fat guy beside Yang Qingyu finally realized something was wrong, "There's only one person. They don't seem to be moving."    

    

"Could it be that Doctor Chen was killed?" Another youth whispered.    

    

The night wind blew, sending shivers down both their spines.    

    

Yang Qingyu walked over carefully with a frown and also felt confused. Elder Jin said that the people had been caught, but now he just left them behind for Mao?    

    

Could it be that he stabbed the person to death and was afraid of being found out, so he decided to escape first?    

    

Gritting his teeth, Yang Qingyu walked over bravely. Under the dim light, he could finally see the person sitting on the chair clearly. Indeed, it was Chen Tye. Leaning back against the chair with his eyes closed and not moving an inch, he didn't even feel like breathing.    

    

The little fatty trembled and nervously leaned against Yang Qingyu: "Young Master Yang, it seems... I'm not moving anymore."    

    

"Damn, we're going to die just like that?" Yang Qingyu cursed in frustration as he reached out to touch Chen Tye's face. Just as he was about to make contact, Chen Tye abruptly opened his eyes, and a bright light shone from within.    

    

"F * ck me!" Yang Qingyu was shocked and quickly retreated. Next to him, Fatty panicked. He plopped down onto the ground, his face ashen.    

    

Soon, Yang Qingyu reacted again. He stared at Chen Tye in shock and cursed viciously: "Fuck, you didn't die!"    

    

F * ck, what's going on, Elder Jin is blind?    

    

Chen Tyesen stared coldly at the three teenagers. His lips quivered and his emotionless voice burst out, "I'm not dead. Shouldn't you be happy?"    

    

"Oh my god, he really didn't die." The little fatty quickly crawled behind Yang Qingyu and nervously stared at Chen Tye. His eyes had never been this big in his life.    

    

Yang Qingyu didn't answer, he only tightened his cheeks with an extremely gloomy expression. He was well aware of what it meant for Chen Tye to be safe and sound. Tonight, he would probably be done for here!    

    

"You bought Elder Jin?" Yang Qingyu asked ferociously.    

    

Chen Tye did not reply, but slowly stood up instead. That cold look made the two teenagers beside Yang Qingyu very timid and kept backing off.    

    

Chen Tye slightly squinted his eyes at the three people and the corner of his mouth curved up: "You two can go back now. Remember, you are not allowed to speak to anyone before dawn. "Otherwise, the blood on the ground …"    

    

The three of them quickly lowered their heads and looked at the blood-red ground under the dim light. Little Fatso was so scared that he cried out loudly, jumping around like an ant on a hot pan.    

    

Yang Qingyu's heart turned cold as he clenched his fists and slowly retreated. It was very likely that Elder Jin and the others would all be killed by this guy and then thrown into the river!    

    

"Doctor Chen, don't kill me. I'm just a follower. I don't know anything." The little fatty knelt on the ground, trembling, his face devoid of any color, "It's Young Master Yang, it's all Young Master Yang. "Don't kill me. I don't want to die. Wuu …    

    

The incoherent pleas caused the fat on his body to tremble and his pants to become wet.    

    

The other youngster had been standing the entire time, but his legs were trembling nonstop. His face was ashen, and he didn't even have the strength to run.    

    

"F * ck, what's there to be afraid of?" Yang Qingyu shouted bravely, "We are students, he doesn't dare to do anything to us... "Fuck you!"    

    

Before he could finish his sentence, Chen Tye suddenly rushed over, scaring Yang Qingyu into retreating quickly. At the same time, he raised his fist and attacked.    

    

"Ah!" The little fatty and the skinny boy screamed out in unison as they clutched their heads in horror, not daring to look.    

    

Stamping in front of Yang Qingyu, Chen Tyesen gripped his attacking fist and slowly turned it around.    

    

Yang Qingyu's fist was pinched so hard that it made creaking sounds. He wanted to raise his foot and kick Chen Tye, but Chen Tye took the lead and kicked his knee, forcing Yang Qingyu to kneel down on one knee.    

    

With his arm being twisted, the pain made the muscles and bones on Yang Qingyu's forehead bulge out. He gritted his teeth and mumbled with difficulty: "You …" "Let me go."    

    

In his heart, however, he was filled with despair. He knew that he was no match for Chen Tye, so he had experienced it earlier in the day!    

    

Chen Tye ignored him. He snorted coldly at the two people hugging his head, "I'll say it again, you can go now. However, if you dare to spout nonsense before dawn, you won't live past tomorrow! "Scram!"    

    

"Go, go!"    

    

The two of them reacted and frantically ran for their lives. This was especially true for Fatty. He had never felt that he could run so fast in his entire life. He had slipped away for dozens of meters without falling down.    

    

In a blink of an eye, only Chen Tye was left on the riverbank, pressing Yang Qingyu down on the ground. Yang Qingyu's face was completely red, but his pair of snow-white teeth was quite conspicuous.    

    

"You … What do you want? " Yang Qingyu asked with great difficulty.    

    

Chen Tye gloomily bent over: "I should be the one asking you what you want. It was you who gave that Jin pistol to, wasn't it? Where did the gun come from? "    

    

"I don't know!" Yang Qingyu retorted very forcefully.    

    

Ka-cha! *    

    

Chen Tye suddenly flipped his arm, and the sound of bones breaking came. Yang Qingyu was in so much pain that his eyes were wide open. He screamed until he was stuck in his throat.    

    

"Do you really think I don't dare to kill you?" Chen Tye sneered disdainfully, "Yang Qingyu, you are really awesome. You are the worst student I've ever seen. I just punched you and you want my life. Heh, you are ruthless enough! "    

    

Yang Qingyu fell to the ground. He lowered his right arm weakly. His lips kept trembling. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't.    

    

"Because of Faang Xiaojiao?" Chen Tye continued to snort coldly, "I'll say it again, I'm not interested in Faang Xiaojiao. You're an idiot, do you know? "    

    

While speaking, Chen Tye grabbed his broken arm again and turned back in the opposite direction.    

    

Crack!    

    

The sound of bones cracking came from his joints again, causing Yang Qingyu's body to stiffen. It was really too painful. It felt like his arm was completely broken …    

    

"You … "Damn it." Yang Qingyu's entire body was covered in cold sweat. He scolded in a tyrannical manner, "If you have the ability, kill me."    

    

Chen Chen disdainfully smiled: "Kill you? Heh, you think too highly of yourself. To deal with trash like you, killing you would only dirty my hands. Don't worry, your hand is just misplaced. I have already reconnected it back, so nothing will happen. "    

    

These words made Yang Qingyu's hanging heart calm down for some reason, and he soon felt that something wasn't right. This fellow had twisted his hand off, why did he have to pick it up himself?    

    

Chen Tye raised his eyebrows sinisterly: "Aren't you very stubborn? I'll let you have enough of me tonight!"    

    

Before Yang Qingyu could react, Chen Tye pressed him to the ground, grabbed the rope that was prepared and quickly tied his hand. Yang Qingyu struggled with all his might as if he was going to get bullied.    

    

Early in the morning, a man was holding a young man down by the river. The scene was extremely strange!    

    

Two minutes later, Yang Qingyu's hands and feet were tied up and he fell onto the ground. He shouted in despair: "F * ck, what are you doing?"    

    

If he didn't throw it into the river like this, he would die for sure!    

    

Chen Tye didn't answer in a hurry, instead, he took off his shoes. Then he took off his socks from the stench and went over with an evil grin on his face, "You're right, you're a student, I won't kill you. But tonight, I will turn your chrysanthemum into a sunflower! "    

    

"You … "" Before Yang Qingyu could say anything, Chen Tye had already stuffed the smelly socks in. These socks had been worn all day, and it was summer. Even if your feet don't stink, the smell of sweat can make you faint.     

    

Ignoring Yang Qingyu's desperate struggles, Chen Tye helped him up. He tied him to a wooden post with a cane, facing the post.    

    

Fuck, what is this damn pervert trying to do? Could it be that he was going to explode his own chrysanthemum?    

    

Yang Qingyu's heart was filled with despair. He was a straight man, he didn't have the habit of getting popped by a chrysanthemum!    

    

After tying up his upper body, Chen Tye suddenly reached out to grab his butt, scaring Yang Qingyu even more so, to the point where he closed his eyes in despair. It's over, I'm really going to be strong tonight!    

    

This guy was actually a dead pervert!    

    

"Heh heh, you want me to favor your chrysanthemum? "In your dreams!" Chen Tye sneered sinisterly, "I don't have this kind of special hobby. "However, I will let you experience what is true pain, gaga …"    

    

Swish!    

    

He suddenly took off Yang Qingyu's pants. It was so cold that Yang Qingyu couldn't help but tighten his legs. Wasn't he f * cking trying to explode? His pants were already off!    

    

The two white mountain peaks were something that Chen Tye couldn't help but pat twice. Then, he muttered to himself: "So white, it really makes them happy. Hehe!"    

    

Yang Qingyu was a bit confused. Was it his turn to find someone? In that moment, he struggled in agony, unable to commit suicide even if he wanted to.    

    

Chen Tye didn't explain. Instead, he took off the small light bulb hanging on the bamboo pole and hung it right behind Yang Qingyu's butt. It would never touch, but it would illuminate the chrysanthemum.    

    

After he was done, Chen Tye laughed proudly: "Haha, tomorrow morning, you will definitely thank me!"    

    

The river in summer was lacking in everything except mosquitoes, not to mention the lights!    

    

Let this fart stay here overnight, tomorrow he will swell into Maitreya Buddha …