Regardless of the pain on his body, he rushed up and broke off the flower inserted in the small golden pot. Su Gurong never expected that Su Zhi went to get the blood rose. In desperation, Su Zhi went to get the blood rose.

He reached down and grabbed Su Zhi's calf and pulled hard, pulling her back to the bed.

"Give it to me." His tone was cold.

"Give it to your sister." I would rather die than surrender.

"Actor?" Su Gurong was stunned.

Only then did he realize the difficulty of communicating with ancient people. Su Zhi glared at Su Gurong fiercely and pinched the flower in his hand, "Give it to your mother." His eyes turned cold and he started to pull the petals randomly. He took a gamble and let it go.

Take a gamble beyond your ability.

One petal, two petals, three petals.

Thousands of tiny wounds appeared on Su Zhi's body from the neck down, as if he had been cut into pieces by a thousand sharp knives. The wounds were not big, but they were extremely ferocious, and even three petals had stained the bed blood red.

The scene in front of him became blurry, but Su Gurong made no next move. He sat upright, his eyes unseenly deep and dark, and his eyes deepened one minute after another with Su Zhi's movements.
Chapter completed!