Nangong Xuan was filled with anger, but unfortunately, apart from here, he had nowhere else to go. His second uncle's men must be waiting outside, and as soon as he left, he would be in danger.
He sighed in resignation, bit on the gauze again, and closed his eyes.
It's uncertain whether Nangong Xuan's calmness brought peace to Lu Xinyun's heart or not. She looked at him for a while, then put her bag down and started to move...
A moment later, Nangong Xuan heard Lu Xinyun's voice, as if she had made an important decision, "I'm going to start, hold on and don't talk, otherwise I'll hurt you."
With his eyes tightly closed, Nangong Xuan couldn't help but want to laugh at the words. Removing a bullet without anesthesia and it won't hurt?
He really couldn't believe it.
The next second, the intense pain made him involuntarily twitch. To avoid affecting that woman, he bit down hard on the gauze, and his forehead was covered in a fine sheen of sweat from the pain.
