Crazy, this person was completely mad.
Self-discipline had always been a part of the cold Pei Ziheng, but after seeing Li Feng's madness, he felt strange and disgusted. He stared condescendingly down at Li Feng. Under the bleak light, Li Feng's intestines flew to the ground, his laughter gradually weakening. Although it still lingered, he was unable to say a word.
Pei Ziheng coughed a few times, bending over and dragging him away.
He would not let Li Feng die so easily—opening a laparotomy on him was too easy for this pervert who tried to murder Xiao Ling. He ignored his weak body, and the pain in his body from the cancer made him almost unable to stand. He dragged Li Feng down to the cave step by step, the red brocade robe broken, his intestines and blood on the ground.
He panted heavily as he dragged him.
