Chapter 51: This Winter Is Not Too Cold

Several paper cutters stained with blood, a small bag of blades, a small iron hammer for smashing bones, and pliers for pulling teeth with the blade still wrapped in bloodied flesh, with pieces of light brown cat skin attached.

Beichuan Si flung the opponent's shoulder bag to the ground coldly, letting the tools inside scatter all over the place.

"This..." Magong Tong's lips trembled.

The cruel tools on the ground made her whole body tremble uncontrollably just by looking at them.

The seemingly harmless young man turned out to be someone who took pleasure in torturing small animals.

The white cat remained as it was, nestled in Magong Tong's arms, its pair of sapphire blue eyes as innocent and naive as a child.

It poked its head around, curiously and oddly observing this warm yet cruel world, not quite understanding why Magong Tong had such an expression.