C865 Make Yourself Hate Him

Blood flowed from his palm to his elbow, mixed with rainwater quickly dripping onto the lawn, forming a pool of red rain blood.

Pei Hao, who was far away, immediately cursed. He rushed over to Lan Sheng in a hurry and supported Lan Sheng's shaky body.

He did not panic to the point of being at a loss for what to do. Instead, he roared with anger, "You have to torture me