After the countdown ended, Zhi Ning was still kneeling on the ground, silently looking at Turing Duo.
"If you don't choose, it seems you don't want both of the baby's hands after all," Turing Duo said coldly, stepping forward and violently yanking out the little hand the baby had in his mouth.
The baby was in a deep sleep, and suddenly being jolted awake, he immediately burst into loud cries.
Turing Duo grabbed both of the baby's tender, lotus root-like little arms, placed a dagger on the wrists, and chuckled, "Such tender and adorable hands, I wonder if seeing them will break Suo Lun's heart to pieces?"
The baby was terrified, desperately struggling to break free from Turing Duo's grasp, but at just over a year old, how could he escape the clutches of Turing Duo and he cried even more fiercely.
"There, there, it will be over quickly," Turing Duo cooed, raising the dagger to strike.
