Su Yulin felt very strange.
She had clearly hit the blade on Yun Xiaoqiao’s waist, and the blade had pierced into her skin. Could it be that Yun Xiaoqiao was not in pain? She could actually smile so happily at her dance partner?
Wait!
Su Yulin’s body stiffened.
Why was her own skin so painful?
Pain, pain, pain, pain!
It was so painful that she wanted to howl!
She suddenly realized that the scream just now was not from Yun Xiaoqiao at all, but from her own throat. At this moment, there was still a hoarse voice in her throat.
It really hurt to death!
Su Yulin began to break out in cold sweat, and the scream continued to flow out of her throat uncontrollably.
Everyone was so shocked by the scream that they completely stopped dancing and surrounded her.
Someone saw Su Yulin screaming in the light of the fire. Not only did she point at her dress, but she also shouted in shock,
“Sister Linlin, your dress... your dress... is torn!”
“Blood -- so much blood!”
