Thinking of this, Andrew gritted his teeth again, grabbed his left hand with his right hand, and broke it hard.
There was only a "click" sound, and Andrew's left hand was broken off by himself.
Severe pain hit him, and Andrew couldn't help but tremble all over. Big beads of sweat rolled down his forehead instantly.
Andrew was worried that Li Chuchen would be dissatisfied, so he held on and did not scream.
But his body couldn't help but convulsed.
The fingers are connected to the heart, not to mention that Andrew is breaking an arm now.
Only he knows how painful it is.
After a while, the severe pain subsided slightly, and Andrew raised his head and looked at Li Chuchen eagerly.
"Brother, I have done as you asked and cut off one of my arms. Brother, you should be satisfied, right?"
"No, you must have made a mistake!"
Li Chuchen said slowly, "Andrew, you are too anxious and too reckless!"
"You didn't even ask clearly whether I wanted your arm before you took action. Did I say I wanted your left hand?"
"Ah..." Andrew almost vomited blood, yes, he was too anxious.
"Brother, don't joke with me, I've already broken off an arm!"
Andrew continued with a sad face, "There is no difference between the left hand and the right hand, and I usually use my left hand in most cases."
"I don't care which hand you usually use, what I want is your right hand." Li Chuchen's words made Andrew feel desperate.
Andrew is not stupid, of course he knows that Li Chuchen is deliberately trying to trouble him.
But so what if he knew?
Who let him live up to his expectations and live for hundreds of years but not be Li Chuchen's opponent?
The only thing to blame is his own lack of success.
Andrew gritted his teeth and asked seriously: "Brother, if I lose my right hand, can you let me live?"
"Andrew, do you think you still have a chance to survive?" Li Chuchen said coldly, "You know, I swore that I would collect the heads of your eight masters to commemorate my great-grandfather's spirit in heaven."
"It's best if you are all alive. Even if you all die, I will dig out your ashes even if I dig three feet in the ground, so that I can comfort my great-grandfather's spirit in heaven."
"You, have you been playing tricks on me?" Andrew was furious. Li Chuchen had given him hope, but now he felt hopeless.
This feeling is so painful!
Andrew was so angry that his lungs were about to explode.
But Li Chuchen said calmly: "Yes, I've just been playing tricks on you, can't I?"
"Haha, what's wrong with me just teasing you?"
"Back then, when you eight masters besieged my grandpa alone, why didn't you think you were going too far?"
"Andrew, do you like this feeling?"
"I believe you don't like it, but when my great-grandfather was besieged by you, what could my great-grandfather do in that situation?"
"Don't say I didn't give you a chance, Andrew, you can stand up and fight me."
"You don't want to die, right? Then stand up, defeat me, kill me, won't you be able to live on?"
"It's such a simple thing, why do you have to make it so complicated?"
"I know I'm no match for you. What do you want? What do you want me to do to let me live?"
Andrew was anxious and angry, "I only have one request now. I don't want to die. As long as you give me a way to live, I can do whatever you want."
"Andrew, you have your requirements, and I have my pursuit. What I want is your head. If I cut your head, you can live, that is your ability."
Li Chuchen said lightly, "Okay, I won't play with you, cut your head, I have to find Owen."