Xia Wenjin didn't dare to look at Ning Yujun's face. Without needing to ask, she knew it was very painful.
This kind of pain was no less than scraping bones, no less than cutting flesh.
However, extracting the Unity Butterfly was such a process.
Even so, she had already simplified it a lot. This process of cutting flesh and continuously forcing the butterfly out should have started much earlier, from the chest area, but she tried her best to control it, only using the knife on her arm.
The slender arm, an inch away there was a knife cut, inch by inch down to the wrist.
Xia Wenjin watched as Ning Yujun's face turned pale, yet she still didn't make a sound, instead, she looked at the wound on her fingertip.
Xia Wenjin's silver needle pushed inch by inch downward. Although the blood flowed from Ning Yujun's arm, the blood sometimes was blue, purple, black, or red, yet it filled half a basin.
And her half arm was also full of scars.
