I Studied Beheading in a Mental Institution.

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I don't know what kind of material this hardwood bow is made of, but I forcibly took down the handleless blade four times. When the fifth knife was cut, it broke from the center!

Snapped--!

The bowstring was broken, and the longbow was broken. Jialan, holding half of the hardwood bow, pursed his lips and took several steps back.

She lowered her head to look at her hands, the palms of her fair hands were dripping with blood from the broken bowstring, and the blood dripped down the ground along the half of the hardwood bow...

She is injured.

She stared at the half of the hardwood bow, and her eyes were slightly red. This hardwood longbow, which had been with her for more than 3000 years, had been cut into pieces in the end.

When the snake girl saw this scene, excitement appeared on her face.

"Yes, this expression... This expression is really great!!" A flush appeared on her cheeks, and she was very excited.

Jia Lan held the half of the wooden bow tightly, raised her head suddenly, and was about to take back the [Immortal] attribute attached to Qin Kai.

Although doing so would exacerbate his injuries and even cause him to die directly, but if he didn't do so, all of them would have to die here!

At this moment, a blue light burst out from the handle of the straight knife she was carrying behind her back, and then a warm body stuck to her back.

She turned around in astonishment, only to see the unsteady Lin Qiye hugging her body from behind...

To be precise, he was holding the straight knife.

Under the mental pollution, the unconscious Lin Qiye almost put the weight of his whole body on Jialan's body. Jialan, who lost his center of gravity, leaned forward two steps and hit the solid wall.

"What are you doing?!"

She turned around in embarrassment and opened her lips, as if she wanted to question Lin Qiye, but when she saw the face flushed as if she was drunk, she froze in place again.

Lin Qiye shook his head, supported the wall behind Jialan with one hand, raised his head slowly, and those blurred eyes met Jialan's gaze.

"……Um?"

Lin Qiye was dull for a moment.

"It's Jialan..." Lin Qiye narrowed his eyes slightly, staring carefully at Jialan's face, and after a long while, slowly said the second half of the sentence...

"You look... so pretty."