"Because of this." Marpa's mouth spewed fresh blood wildly, showing extreme pain, but he still managed to squeeze out a bloody, hideous smile.
Struggling, he lifted a finger and pointed at his own chest.
Following Marpa's gaze, Su Heng slowly moved his foot off Marpa's chest.
Successfully freed.
Marpa breathed heavily but did not struggle.
His two blood-drenched palms pressed against a long, charred scratch between his ribs.
Crack!
Accompanied by a spray of fresh blood.
Marpa suddenly ripped open his own chest in front of Su Heng.
"What are you doing? Let me see how many bowls of noodles you've really eaten..." Seeing him act so crazily, Su Heng was first stunned and then narrowed his eyes slightly, even his heavy breathing unconsciously slowed down.
In the middle of Marpa's bloody chest.
A black-green heart was beating slowly yet heavily.