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Chapter 181: The Trap (2)

The muffled snort that Roland had suppressed in his throat turned into a rough roar that emanated from the depths of his chest unscrupulously, a heart-wrenching torture that even Roland's tenacity could no longer endure like this. Blood fell down his fingertips to the dirty ground, drop after drop, the corners of his mouth hooked up a strange smile, and his fingers trembled slightly, "Son Xie...... Xie father's punishment, and his son knew his mistake. ”

Roland's entire ten fingertips were filled with silver needles, and the originally slender and good-looking fingers became bloody and blurred, and even the nails that had benefited from the construction were gone, turning into a bloody patch, which made it impossible to look at it anymore, but Roland finally passed out as he wished.

Bowen looked at Mo Luo, who was trembling all over his body in the chair, turned around and poked two fingers into Roland's heart, emitting a white light that penetrated Roland's heart, Roland's already motionless body trembled very much, and he was still pressed by the guards to his head before he could continue to look at Roland who was being tortured, and his whole body spasmed, and the silver chains tied all over his body rattled, and the blood flowing from various wounds gathered on the ground along his toes, making people palpitate.

Roland woke up under the violent stimulation of his heart by the spell, his eyes were full of blood, he couldn't see anything clearly, and he still supported a certain belief that if Moro could not give Bowen the bone piano because of his desperation that day or for the sake of Ales's overall situation, but he also became a good actor in Bowen's good play, so that this tangled torment was worse than the torture wounds and pain in his heart. He chose to follow his father, and the moment he chose Ales, he seemed to have no way out.

How nice would he be if he were Ales' man? Why wasn't he the son of Eliad?

Bowen squinted at Roland for a while, then turned back to Mo Luo and said, "Mo Luo, give you one last chance, he shouldn't last long, if he can't change a bone qin, then there is no point in him living, he is just the son of a servant, there is no superfluous use value for me, and I feel that it is a stain to keep it, since you have decided to choose the bone qin and give up Roland...... Then I had to get rid of him. ”

Bowen raised his hand and slapped Roland again, and Roland's mouth of blood gushed out, not only from his mouth, but also from his eyes, ears and even the corners of his nose and eyes, leaving six blood marks, which was extremely terrifying. There was no way he would ever get another slap from Bowen.

"I can't give it to you...... Bone Piano ...... No...... Why...... Isn't he your son...... Not your flesh and blood...... Why are you forcing me to choose...... Why are you all so ruthless? "She is about to collapse, and it is a choice, why force her so much, it is more painful for her than she is directly tortured. Roland's life or the bone qin that maintains the stability of the blood world? What right did she have to make such a decision.

Bowen wondered, maybe Roland was not so important in Morrow's heart? He was considering whether to gamble on his son's life.

A silver sharp knife appeared in Bowen's palm, and he threw it into the air and grasped the handle, the sharp tip of the knife rotated and plunged into Roland's heart, blood gushed out from the wound, Moro closed his eyes, let go of the hands that had been holding the armrest tightly, his lips trembled and he couldn't even say the whole word, "Stop...... Stop it...... I...... To you, to you...... Bone harp. ”