Luo Zikai gently took off the clothes on his body, revealing his dark skin, and those faintly visible bloodlines and bursting blood vessels could be seen in the flesh and blood that bloomed on the skin, which were the price of Luo Zikai's survival.

I opened a drawer in front of the wheelchair, found a box from it, opened six clean needles and lay in the box, the sharp tips of the needles were wrapped in transparent plastic film.

"Let's get started. ”

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

The clothes were slowly pulled apart, and on the slender and white arms, although the pinholes of those smiles were small, they could crawl densely all over the arms, and it was still shocking to look at them, spreading from the wrists to the upper limbs.

Blood-red dots appear irregularly in every corner of the skin.

However, Alain got used to it.

She didn't know where Luo Zikai came from, he actually wanted to exchange blood, hoping that Tong Guò would draw his own blood every day, release his own blood and replace all the blood in his body.

Of course, this is difficult, it is only theoretical, but in fact it is simply impossible.

The function of hematopoiesis is that everyone has, 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 yourself, every day so pumped, every day like this, both people are in pain, but what is the purpose of doing this.

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

In Alain's opinion, Luo Zikai is already a madman, you can't communicate well with a madman, since the other party is willing to die, what is there to persuade yourself.

In case he leaks his mouth, he is afraid that the other party will be angry and kill him, and now what he has to do is to keep his eyes on himself, as long as Luo Zikai does not kill himself, he will live well, because he wants to watch this demon die.

Watch him be punished.

Bang dang.

The box was thrown to Alain's side, and Luo Zikai spoke, "Okay, you can do it yourself, finish it early, I'll leave early, or arrange for you to live in a better place as soon as possible, the air here is humid, and I don't want this dirty place to defile your blood." ”

It seems that every word is for Alain, but in fact it is for himself.

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

It's just the pain of the moment of insertion, but in the past four months, Alain has long been accustomed to the pain of this needle when it pierces the skin.

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

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

Then came the second, the third, and the fourth.

There are six in total, each of which has to be inserted into the skin fiercely, blood drawn, and then slowly pulled out, it has been more than four months, every day, I am afraid that there are hundreds of pinholes in my body.

But in Alain's opinion, these pinholes don't matter, as long as he doesn't die, as long as he is alive, it's enough!

Without the initial pain, let alone the struggle, these actions are so accustomed to these actions for four months.