"Yeah, she's just like that, fond of double standards."
"But people are all like that, they love double standards, she's normal, it's normal to like double standards."
"Right?"
Su Yinhe was a bit distracted.
She somewhat neglected the screaming Jiang Qing ahead of her.
Then, before his comrades could react, they were frightened, just staring blankly at Jiang Qing as he clutched his severed hand, wailing like a banshee.
They were dumbfounded for quite a while before they reacted and hurriedly went to help.
But the more they tried to help, the messier it got.
The blood, unstoppable, splattered all over them.
They were initially dirty and stinky, wearing clothes that were pitch-black.
The original color was somewhat indiscernible.
Now, splattered with Jiang Qing's blood, they became even more foul-smelling, and their clothes were stained.
But amazingly, despite losing so much blood, Jiang Qing was still hopping around and howling nonstop, without fainting.
