Luo Zikai gently took off his clothes, revealing his dark skin. In the open flesh and blood, he could still see faintly visible bloodshots and burst blood vessels. These were the price of Luo Zikai's survival.

He opened a drawer in front of the wheelchair, and took out a box from inside. He opened six clean needle tubes and laid them in the box. The sharp needle points of the needle tubes were wrapped in a transparent plastic film.

"let's start."

The three words of calmness were enough to make Alan's body flutter for a while, and he had no strength to resist. Since he would not die, and since he had already persuaded him, then what this man did had nothing to do with him.

The clothes were pulled apart slowly, on the slender and fair arms, although those smiling pinholes were small, they densely covered the whole arm, it was still shocking to watch, spreading from one wrist to the upper limbs.

Little blood-red dots appear irregularly on every corner of the skin.

But Alan was used to it.

She didn't know where Luo Zikai's attention came from, he actually wanted to exchange blood, hoping to replace all the blood in his body by drawing his own blood every day and releasing his own blood.

Of course, this is difficult, and it is only theoretically established, but in fact it is impossible.

Everyone has the function of hematopoiesis, even if the blood is changed, the blood produced by the hematopoietic body is still human blood, so what is the point of changing the blood by oneself? Painful, but what is the purpose of doing so.

Alan tried to persuade him with good words, but the other party would not stop at all.

From Alan's point of view, Luo Zikai is already a lunatic, and you cannot communicate well with a lunatic. Since the other party is willing to die, what can I do to persuade him.

In case I missed something, I'm afraid that the other party will become angry and kill me. What I have to do now is to hide my strength and bide my time. As long as Luo Zikai doesn't kill me, I will live well, because I want to watch this demon die.

To watch him suffer retribution.

bang.

Throwing the box to Alan's side, Luo Zikai said, "Okay, do it yourself, finish it early, I'll leave early, and I can arrange for you to live in a better place earlier, the air here is humid, and I don't want this dirty place to live." The place stains your blood."

It seems that every sentence is for Alan, but in fact it is for himself.

Alan sneered, opened the box, habitually picked up the needle, and directly poked it into his skin!

It's just the excruciating pain at the moment of insertion, but in the past four months, Alan has long been used to the pain when the needle pierces the skin.

The blood was slowly drawn out of the body along the needle tube. The dark red blood slowly increased and gathered in the needle tube, and finally stabilized in an arc. Gritting his teeth, Alan suddenly pulled the needle tube out of his skin.

The originally empty needle was now filled with plasma that made Luo Zikai salivate.

Then came the second, third, and fourth.

There are six in total, each one has to be inserted into the skin fiercely, draw blood, and then slowly pull out. It has been more than four months, and it is like this every day. I am afraid that there are hundreds of pinholes on my body. up.

But in Alan's view, these pinholes don't matter, as long as he doesn't die, as long as he is still alive, that's enough!

There is no initial pain, let alone struggle, these actions are so common in four months today.

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