Preston Chen tried again, but still couldn't twist his fingers. He smiled bitterly and said, "It's not that the spell doesn't work, it's that the trick needs to be twisted. My fingers are stiff now and I can't twist it."
Marcel didn't know what the twisting technique he was talking about, but when he moved like this, more blood flowed out from the wound, and his face turned pale. He said anxiously: "Mr. Chen, if you continue to bleed like this, you will Doesn't matter?"
Preston Chen did not expect that this battle would lead to both sides losing. He remembered that he had boasted to Xiao Shuo that he would take his sister back, but he was afraid that he would not be able to go back. He just smiled bitterly in his heart, but there was nothing he could do. He just said reluctantly: "It doesn't matter." After just saying a few words, the wound was stretched even wider, and half of his clothes were dyed red. Marcel saw that his face was getting darker and darker, and he could hardly open his eyes. How could he still believe it? She was so anxious that she pressed his wounds and cried, "Master Chen, it's all my fault! It's all my fault!" Preston Chen had injuries on both his left and right shoulders. Marcel's hands were so small that even one hand could not cover the wound. If she pressed on one side, the wound on that side would bleed. Not to mention having to hold Preston Chen up, she started to cry anxiously. After crying twice, she saw Preston Chen open his eyes again. She was surprised and happy and said, "Master Chen, don't scare me."
Preston Chen said: "Marcel, have you also learned the secret technique of Guigu?"
These words came out of nowhere. Marcel was startled and said, "No. What's wrong?"
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