Bab 729: Chapter 228: Didn't Your Mother Teach You?

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Thud!

Another blood vial shattered on the rooftop, blood splattering everywhere.

No, no, no!

Losang II lay prostrate on the ground, his whole body trembling. He buried his face in his arms, wailing in despair within his heart.

But every inch of his body roared, yearning for the liquid spilled on the ground.

It squeezed the last bits of his sanity.

His organs and tissues, joints and muscles, boiled and twitched uncontrollably, like boiling water.

Stop!

Obey me!

I am Losang II!

The master of this body!

Not you!

Not you all!

No!

Losang II struggled desperately, sending orders to whatever was left within him—God knows what remained.

But it was no use.

They were noisy, they were protesting, acting on their own, refusing his commands.

He wanted to step forward but couldn't lift his legs.

Wanted to pick up a sword but couldn't move his hand.

Wanted to close his eyes but couldn't press his eyelids together.