"Ugh, out of water again."
With that, Hong Ruinian severed his own middle finger.
"I can't watch this."
Ding Xiaofeng closed his eyes and turned his head away.
Xian Qianling, on the other hand, was half-bowing his head, covering his forehead with his hand, pretending he didn't see anything.
By the time the words "Liu's white dog hybrid" appeared on the concrete floor, Hong Ruinian's left hand had only one index finger left.
You crouched on the ground, staring at the five bloody characters on the cement in front of you, frowning and saying, "Hmm, it feels like something is missing, oh, right!"
Next, Hong Ruinian cut off his last thumb on his left hand and added a big "!" exclamation mark behind the five bloody characters.
"Ah, now it's perfect."
Saying that, you slapped your hands together hard.
You were simply clapping off the dust, while Hong Ruinian was shaking off blood from his whole body!
