His lips moved, and the knife in his hand quickly inserted into his left arm...
A dazzling stream of blood suddenly surged out.
Then a sensation of pain that penetrated his bone marrow surged into his brain nerves, tearing his nerve endings into waves.
"Ann..." A voice like Wang Aoshuang tearing his heart apart came.
She looked at the blood on his arm with tears flowing like a spring, as if there were flames burning her heart, making her feel in pain and almost fainted.
"Close your eyes, don't look..." Ling Ang endured the pain and deliberately suppressed his voice calmly.
"..." Wang Aoshuang's body trembled violently, and her whole body seemed to have lost control. The world was dizzy and frenzied, and she only knew that she kept crying and could not say anything.
Zuo Jie seemed to be used to the situation in front of him, so he didn't have much expression and said coldly: "Continue to the next knife."
The severe pain made Ling Ang's face look pale. He gathered his eyebrows tightly and quickly pulled out the knife.
As soon as the knife came out, a stream of blood surged out again, sticking to the bright knife, flashing with a terrifying red light.
He took a deep breath, suppressed the severe pain, and then penetrated his thighs...
This time the blood was much more surging than the arms, and it poured out like a squirt.
Waves of pain pounced on like a tsunami, making Ling Ang's painful breathing tighten, and his already pale face began to turn pale as snow.
"..." Wang Aoshuang felt that the knife seemed to be inserted into her body. She felt the eyes rotate in a burst, and the pained ribs shrank inward one by one.
She wanted to make a sound but couldn't shout it out. She felt tears surging in her throat, almost blocking her breathing and suffocating her.
"Okay, very good." Zuo Jie squinted his eyes, his eyes flashing and dark.
"Dad, he has already stabbed twice and has shed a lot of blood. Forget it." Zuo An's lips turned a little white, and his eyes were slightly red.
"No." Zuo An spoke seriously, "He must continue..."
Ling Ang looked straight at Zuo Jie. Although the wound on his body made him feel so painful that he was about to collapse, he did not show too much pain in his expression.
He said that as long as he can go out today, he will definitely return it to Zuo Jie twice in the future.
He gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and pulled out the knife again.
Crazy blood pounced out of the wound, and a large smear was scattered on the ground, making a scattered area, shocking.
Wang Aoshuang felt that the blood in front of her was like a storm in the sky, constantly hitting her body, even her eyesight was blurred, making her almost unable to see Ling Ang's figure.
The tears in my throat had turned into a smell of iron at some point, and I felt the blood in my chest gushing upwards.
The color between Ling Ang's lips became lighter and lighter, as if the red rose petals were soaked in boiling water, and the blood color faded away bit by bit.
The pain of tearing and stirring made him almost lose his strength. He felt as if he was torn to pieces by a hideous devil, and his wounds were about to be broken.
However, he had already endured half of it, and he had to hold on anyway.
He raised the knife and penetrated it to the other side's thigh...
Streams of blood flowed out, blooming wildly like countless red flowers, and a large area of blood flooded the entire floor...