Xiandao Tianfei

Chapter 2160 Modern Extra Chapter 53·It turns out that the devil’s blood is also warm
A sharp pain wreaked havoc in her chest...it was so violent that it stopped her breathing and made her unable to think.

It turns out that the blood of the devil is also warm...

Tears flowed down silently.Luo Sheng felt empty in her heart, as if something important had fallen away from her fingertips and she could no longer hold on to it.

"Clap."

Warm drops of water slid down his chin and fell into his neck.

A slight warmth came from the back of his neck, and Xiao Qi suddenly regained consciousness from his coma, his long eyelashes fluttering like bird wings.

"Please...why are you crying? I can't die."

Xiao Qi sat up with his forehead supported, his smile was weak and mocking, "It's just a loss of strength, why are you nervous?"

"But...you lost a lot of blood..."

"Is it here?"

Xiao Qi pressed his left rib, "It's a bit troublesome...but I won't die."

He frowned slightly, and put one hand on the ground, as if he wanted to grab something.Luo Sheng quickly said: "What are you going to do? Let me help you."

Xiao Qi seemed to be stunned when he heard this, narrowed his purple eyes, and looked at her carefully for a while.

After a long time, he said: "Go and get that bottle of vodka."

Luo Sheng nodded and trotted over.

A bottle of Finnish vodka was placed beside the stone trough, presumably brought in by some drunken thug.

When she came back, Xiao Qi had already pried open the box, and lying quietly inside was a slender folding knife. It was completely black and the smooth blade did not reflect any light, making it very inconspicuous.

But for some reason, there was a trace of blood flowing on the blade in the darkness, and it disappeared in a flash, making people think it was just an illusion.

That ray of red light is gorgeous and enchanting, dazzlingly beautiful.This is a knife that has killed countless people. It has been handed down for thousands of years, but the blood on the blade cannot be washed away.

Demon knife.

Xiao Qi picked up the folding knife, opened the cork, and cleaned the blade with extremely strong vodka.

Then he unscrewed the cavity at the end of the broken handle, took out a pill, threw it into the wine bottle, and drank it in one gulp.

It was probably something like analgesics. Xiao Qi's face was extremely pale, his breathing was slow, and his eyes were getting brighter.

He took out a modified Zippo lighter and placed the folding knife on a flame that was ten centimeters high. The blade gradually turned a burning red.

"what……"

Luo Sheng couldn't help but breathe out.

Xiao Qi put the knife edge close to his chest, paused slightly, and cut in inch by inch along the blood marks.

One hand propped open the wound, and the other fingertips poked in, pulling out the bullet embedded in the muscle.Without even looking at it, he just threw it into the lake.

He pressed the wound with the back of the knife, and the black residual blood slowly flowed down the blade, and a big drop of cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

It turned out that he didn't really feel pain, but he had just become accustomed to it.

Some people are always alone and have no expectations of anyone, so they never complain about pain.Because no one will care if you shout, it is better to suffer silently.

Luo Sheng watched in fear, biting his lip tightly, feeling so painful that he wanted to cry for him.But Xiao Qi didn't make a sound, his movements were very fast and steady, and his expression was as cold as steel.

Xiao Qi picked up a bullet, suddenly unscrewed it, and poured black gunpowder onto the wound.

He put the tongue of fire close to the wound, took a slow and deep breath, and a terrifying perseverance shone in his purple eyes.

"Wow—"

The fire burned through the wound, and the gunpowder was mixed with the gurgling blood, forming a bloody scab in an instant.

(End of this chapter)