Tears of blood streamed down Jiang Anshe's pretty face. Then, she gritted her teeth and wiped her tears as she said, "Men are all so unreliable. You're all bastards!"
As she spoke, she bit her wrist.
Dark red blood flowed down her pale skin, then turned into roses all over the ground.
After the rose opened its mouth and began to absorb the white gas quickly, Song Han felt a powerful suction force, but before he could react, he was thrown into the air by a powerful external force and fell to the wet and soft ground. He grimaced in pain.
Seeing that the red light was heading towards Shen Chun, he hurriedly got up again, but the crystal in his hand had already shattered, and the cards were scattered all over the ground, so he couldn't use anything.
Just as he was about to get up and run towards Shen Chun, he felt a force on his neck and his face was pressed to the ground.
Jiang Anshe stepped on him.