The dagger pierced Mu Sang's palm, and blood spread on the ground centered on the palm.
The silent night was filled with the faint smell of blood, flowing slowly on the ground, reflecting Mu Sang's widened eyes, and the fear in his pupils was infinitely magnified.
When another kind of pain hit him, he didn't scream at the top of his lungs, he just whimpered in a low voice, and his lips were bitten with mottled blood. He didn't close his eyes, but opened them as wide as possible,
See clearly what these three men did.
"This kid can actually endure pain so much!"
"Brother, are you not working hard enough? Haha!"[
The wanton laughter seemed to pierce Mu Sang's eardrums. It was obvious that he was about to lose consciousness and die from the pain, but he did not faint. A nerve was pulled tightly, allowing him to bear such humiliation while he was conscious.
. His face no longer had the tenderness and innocence that belonged to a twelve-year-old boy, but only sad despair.
He didn't know how long it took, but he finally became numb from the pain, and the violent tremors all over his body turned into light tremors.
"It tastes really good, let's go, let's go, I wish I could meet such a good one next time." After the three men finished, they pulled up their pants and left after thinking about it.
Mu Sang was lying on the ground, twitching slightly, and the tears on her face had long dried.
He lay there like this for a long time. The cold night made the skin all over his body turn a light blue color, and the blood on his lower body was unsightly.
He struggled to get up, ignoring the pain in his body, and picked up the stone he had used to hit people. Looking at the blood on the stone, a trace of determination and anger flashed in Mu Sang's eyes.
They all have this face! They all have this face! Is it beautiful? Since they all think it is beautiful, let’s destroy it. After it is destroyed, no one will think it is beautiful. He never wanted such a beautiful face to be born in
He doesn’t want it, he can’t afford it!
"Mu Sang, Mu Sang, wake up, Mu Sang." Wen Can saw that Mu Sang was in a very wrong state, her body had begun to twitch, and cold sweat continued to pour out on her forehead, which made her very panicked, fearing that something would happen to him.
When she noticed the look of determination on Mu Sang's face, she could no longer calm down and immediately reached out to push Mu Sang.
"Mu Sang, wake up quickly!" Wen Can's hand on Mu Sang's shoulder kept exerting force, hoping that the pain would make Mu Sang wake up.
A low cry of pain came from Mu Sang's throat. Mu Sang opened his eyes, with a thin mist in his eyes. He looked at Wen Can blankly, as if he didn't recognize the person in front of him at all.
Wen Can was frightened by Mu Sang's appearance. She didn't know what was wrong with him? Why did he have such an expression and eyes? Such eyes made her feel that Mu Sang was just a child at this time, and he should be carefree.
In life, he suffered a huge blow that he could not bear, breaking his last tense nerve.
"Can you hug me?" Mu Sang suddenly said, and at the same time he blinked his eyes, tears falling quickly.
What appeared in Wen Can's mind was a young man squatting in the corner, looking at the world with frightened but desperate eyes.
She couldn't help but stretched out her hand to hold Mu Sang in her arms and patted his back gently, "It's okay. Don't be afraid, Mu Sang. Everything has passed. Mu Sang is very powerful now and can protect himself."
Feeling that the person in his arms gradually became calmer, Wen Can's heart also relaxed.