Qiming was rolling on the ground in pain. He grabbed his body with all his might. His skin and flesh were torn off, but he was still in pain.
He really wanted to tear his chest apart and grab his heart. Would he not feel uncomfortable this way?
"Ah, ah." Qiming struggled to get up, but his head hit the ground.
"Bang!" Blood gushed out of his forehead, but the pain didn't stop. Instead, it became more and more painful.
"What's wrong? Have you thought it through? Be good, go, go and kill mo Yanchen. He forced you to do this. It's him, it's him. Don't forget that he was the one who didn't want you back then. He was the one who drove you away and caused you to become like this. Go quickly and help me kill him. The antidote will be yours. " Mr. Lian continued to tempt him.
The most painful moment was also the most fragile moment! At this moment, he had lost all his rationality, so he was being used by others.
