Mo zhongkai's forehead was full of sweat and it rolled down drop by drop. His face was pale and he was simply carried forward, " it's no use even if you bring me out. If I'm hit by this laser, my injuries will never heal. I can only wait for death.
He simply turned to look at him, his eyes cold. are you waiting for death? It's just an arm, just chop it off."
Mo zhongkai was stunned for a moment. He did not expect Jian Yi to say this.
It's just an arm, I'll just chop it off!
such heavy and bloody words, yet he said them so easily.
It was as if he wasn't cutting an arm, but a cabbage.
However, mo zhongkai also suddenly realized that he had not thought of this. He only thought that the wound would never heal. It would fester, become inflamed, and then die.