Duge looked up.
Wang San's arm that was holding the knife was soaked in fresh blood, and the willow-leaf saber had already fallen to the ground.
At this moment, he was holding Qiu Yuanlang's head in an embrace of madness, venting his emotions. With his intact hand, he tore open Qiu Yuanlang's bandages and scratched wildly at his wounds, "Why? I clearly gave you a chance..."
In agony, Qiu Yuanlang screamed and struggled, his face filled with horror, like a frightened child. He struck Wang San's lower back with his palms, struggling incomprehensibly, "No, let me go, you Evil Demon, let go of me, let me leave..."
Qiu Feilong charged at Wang San with a sword to rescue his father.
Seeing Qiu Feilong, Wang San's eyes turned blood red. He suddenly raised his hand and lifted Qiu Yuanlang in front of himself, and sneered, "Darling, are you also trying to kill me?"
Wang San had been injured internally by Qiu Yuanlang's strikes, and when he opened his mouth, blood filled it.
