C544 Weak Submission

Rebirth of Rebirth

The scalpel on Qin Shaoqing's fingertips rotated non-stop, the craziness in Qin Shaoqing's eyes was like a blazing flame, blazing and burning.

"I think you've been thinking about it for a long time, don't you know? I want to cut your skin with a knife and see what's inside. "

The scalpel glowed silver in the incandescent light. The silver light fell straight down