Xie Jiuhan did not speak. He took out a dagger from his waist. The knife flashed repeatedly, and the gauze on Feng Qing's palm fell off. Looking at the gauze that was stuck together with blood, the man's throat could not help but roll.
Ever since he was young, every time he saw blood, his emotions would be restless. It was as if someone had lit a fire in his heart. Sometimes, he suspected that a wild person was living in his body. Moreover, this situation became worse and worse with age. It was only when he met Feng Qing that his condition improved a lot.
Xie Jiuhan frowned as he looked at the blood flowing out of Feng Qing's palm. He didn't know why, but the restless feeling was back, and it was very strong. He felt his mind go into a trance, as if he would lose control at any moment like before.
