Chapter 55 Father-Daughter Love

Hu Dabao's haggard and lonely back completely conveyed his despair at this moment to me. I thought to myself, after living half a life, what kind of state of mind would a person have to have to do such a thing? Woolen cloth? After cutting off his right arm, the whole right hand was completely useless. He took the knife with one hand and started scratching on his body. However, at this time, Hu Dabao was no longer the short and fat man he used to be. He was covered in flesh. A layer of rough black skin, and the bones were directly visible after two cuts.