It Hurts
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
When the Great Eastern Emperor received the forging material, Tyrannical Song's Glazed Heart, he glanced at Song Shuhang and read his thoughts.
The hammer in the Emperor's hand stiffened for a moment. He actually wanted to make a living by selling his heart repeatedly? Was Tyrannical Song brain-dead?
These guys with exaggerated self-healing abilities really did whatever they wanted in this aspect. Moreover, wasn't this guy afraid of pain? During the process of removing the heart, wouldn't he feel the heart-wrenching pain?
"Senior..." Song Shuhang saw that the Great Eastern Emperor had suddenly stopped hammering, so he called out to him.
"Don't say it, I'm not buying it!" the Great Emperor said quickly.
Song Shuhang was dumbfounded.