C6290 With the Blood as the Source

"Is there really no other way?" Qin Ming sighed again. He had decided to give up, but he was still unwilling to give up.

He clenched his fist tightly. Because he used too much force, his non-sharp nails actually cut through his palm.

Qin Ming felt pain. To him, this bit of pain was nothing.

Compared to three years of hard work, this bit of blood was nothing