C220 Anger

Fresh blood flowed down Lin Gudu's arm that did not look that thick, flowing like a spring. It converged into streaks of blood and dripped onto the ground, making a "drip drip" sound, just like raindrops falling down the tiles in the front yard.

His gray shirt had turned black at the back. It was solidified by the blood.

Leng Lian took out a dagger, stabbed it a few times