"My face..."
After quickly treating the wound, Jin Lin looked down at his reflection in the Cold Pond. His face, like that of a demon, was so terrifying that even he was frightened by it!
So ugly!
So disgusting!
Without a nose, the bridge of his nose was a sticky mess of red and black blood.
On his face, a deep sword scar, nearly twenty centimeters long, carved a glaring trace of blood, cutting from the top right to the bottom left, completely covering his entire face. Terrifying, disgusting, it would make an average person vomit at the sight...
"My face... destroyed, everything is destroyed! Qin Tian!"
Splash...
Unable to bear looking at his reflection in the water any longer, Jin Lin clenched his fists, releasing a murderous aura that seemed to freeze the surrounding water plants!
At the corner of his eyes, tears fell, drop by drop, into the Cold Pond because of his pain and hatred...
