"If you want your god of war to live, then hurry up and heal my companions!"

I pulled the rotten boy and quickly approached Andrew's side, in order to prevent the two girls from having the mentality or action of murdering or holding Andrew hostage.

I saw the two girls carefully re-open the chain mail on Andrew's back, and remove it again little by little, little by little. Andrew clenched his fists again, and the pain must have spread throughout his body.

I saw that the two girls had tears in their eyes and bit their lips tightly, as if they were trying very hard to treat. But the most interesting thing is that even when I saw the girl pinching the chain mail working very hard, he didn't move a single bit of the chain mail that was stuck to Andrew's back.

"What's going on?"

Seeing that Andrew's forehead was once again covered with beads of sweat, I could no longer stand, so I dropped the short riding gun and trampled it under my feet, so as not to let the evil thoughts in my heart take it away.

By the time I approached Andrew, the guy had lost his sturdy appearance, and the pain and blood loss had made his fair face even paler. His eyes were closed, his lips quivered from time to time, and he looked really bad. I don't know what that means, but I don't have a good solution to this problem as an idiot at this point. I hate it now, hate myself for being helpless.

"Smack!"

I slapped myself violently, and secretly scolded in my heart: "Liu Ende, you useless thing, you know every day to focus on your idiot job and the girlfriend who can't get it at all, and don't learn anything!" Do nothing! Damn it! Damn it! ”

"Smack! Syllable! Syllable! ”

The slaps were slapped in my face one after another, and I cried and slapped myself at the same time, this may be what the waste can do in the end, give up on myself!

"Luga!"

It was then that I heard Andrew's faint voice, and I quickly stopped, pulled the rotten foot boy and leaned down to get closer to Andrew's ear, and listened carefully.

Andrew also raised his head slightly at this time, and he tried hard to bring his lips close to my ear, and said in a voice almost as thin as a mosquito, "Luga, you help me remove the last of the chain mail together." ”

"What?"

I was shocked, and then looked at the chain mail that was still 20 centimeters glued to his back, I really couldn't imagine that he would tear off a piece of his flesh so hard, not to mention that the pain, for him who was so weak, wasn't this self-defeating?

Presumably Andrew sensed my confusion and uneasiness, he just nodded, and continued: "I hurt so much, it hurts so much, it feels like I am in hell and I am constantly enduring the scorching flames. I can't help Luga, quick, rip this damn thing off at once, free me, Luga, free me! ”

My tears came again, and I knew that I was to blame for it, it took so much time that now Andrew was in pain and wanted to die.

But what now? Whether to respect Andrew's choice, or to insist on letting this powerless woman continue to uncover the chain mail, which continues to give Andrew endless pain. Anyway, in the end, as long as Andrew has an accident, then all the responsibility is on me.

It's still hard for me to make a choice, after all, impulse is the devil, and Andrew's words must have hurt so much that he lost his mind! No, I can't just just listen to his nonsense. I have to stay sane, I have to stay sane.

I held my head, and I said that I wanted to keep my sanity, but why, my mind was blank, and I couldn't think of anything. There was even a little desire to listen to Andrew.

"Luga! What are you waiting for?"

I don't know where I got such tremendous strength, Andrew jerked his head up, grabbed me by the collar and pointed it to his face, his red eyes staring at mine with a fierce look that would make me tremble when I think about it.

"I'll let you listen to me!"

He lowered his voice fiercely, and continued, "Did you deliberately want to torture me?" ”

"I didn't!"

"Then hurry up for me!"

Andrew yelled, as if he had exhausted the last of his strength, and he jerked me away, and the hand finally slammed against the platform as if it had been filled with lead. What followed was a brief silence, and I didn't know how to decide, and it seemed to be a choice. Every choice would have cost Andrew his life, and I, too, would have lost this last friend.

"If Andrew you think so, then I respect your choice!"

Eventually, I relented, and I threw the rotten boy down and stomped him to the ground, immobilizing him. I took the broken chain mail from the girl's hand with my right hand, stained with shredded flesh and blood. With tears in her eyes, gritting her teeth, it seemed that everything was ready.

Everyone in the room fell silent, and they cast their eyes on me and Andrew.

I looked down at Andrew, and found a smile on the corner of his mouth, that smile was very strange, presumably he chose to be relieved, the pain had made him have no attachment to the world. And for what I was about to do, he was not only not resentful, but grateful. It's all my fault, if he hadn't blocked the oil drum for me, then he wouldn't have made such a painful choice.

"Then it's up to God to decide where you want to stay or not, my friend!"

I said slowly, I had no choice now, I immediately bit my lip, the muscles of my right hand contracted, and I pulled back violently!

"Click!"

With a crisp tearing sound, I tore the chain mail off Andrew's back.

"Humph!!"

Andrew surprisingly didn't shout this time, he buried his head on the platform, and his hands tightly grasped the wooden pillars under the platform. The cyan veins wrapped around Andrew's arm like long worms, and he trembled all over, his muscles bulged, and his whole body was about to arch up. It must have hurt so much that people couldn't cry out. I quickly glanced at the woman holding the medicine bowl beside me, who was about to be frightened stupid, but she followed my eyes in her stupe, and immediately went up to apply medicine to Andrew's bare wound.

"Andrew, you have to hold on!"

As I spoke, I lifted the rotten foot boy who was trampled under my feet, and now this rotten foot boy must have let me clean up the doubtful life, his eyes were glazed, and he looked at me without saying a word.

"Pretending to be stupid again!"

Without saying a word, I picked up the short lance from the ground and put it against his neck again.

This place is not to stay for long! Although Andrew is still enduring such intolerable pain, he will not be able to move around at will for a while, but here sooner or later he will be retaliated against.

"Hey, translator, get me a boat!"