Fast Travel Villain: Sanctioning the Son of Luck

Chapter 239
——The smell of fresh blood is really beautiful~
——The picture of blood and flesh is really beautiful in the world~

——The sound of bones breaking is really pleasant~

Behind Xing Mo who was kneeling in a pool of blood in a daze, a snow-white arm wrapped around her neck ambiguously and softly, with a smile on her small, bright red lips, slowly murmured a tempting demon in her ear like whispers.

"Do you want [beep——]? Do you want to see the color of blood, smell the smell of blood? Want to crush those fragile lives bit by bit with your own hands, and watch them become despicable Meat paste?"

I want... I really want to... But I can't go on like this anymore...

Hearing these provocative words, Xing Mo lowered his head and trembled uncontrollably because of longing or resistance.

Seeing Xing Mo's pale face turned his head with some resistance, the figure chuckled lightly, and with his green hands dyed with red cardamom, he refused to refuse her head.

"It's just that I couldn't control and killed a few people. Look at yourself now, how pathetic, how fragile, how unlike a strong man who looks down on everything and despises all ants without emotion." Looking at Xing Mo pale With trembling dry lips, the figure smiled frivolously, and approached her cheek regardless of Xing Mo's resistance.

Xing Mo stared stiffly at the killing instinct that was so close, she lowered her head like a lazy cat and licked her fingertips stained with red cardamom with her bright red tongue, her face was full of inexplicable Regret opened her welcome arms to her.

"Come on, don't hesitate anymore, throw away your reason, let's enjoy the killing feast again!"

The dim candlelight swayed, and the figure also dimmed, and when the wind stopped, the stable candlelight revealed the appearance of that figure—that was...a completely different face of Xing Mo.

Her reflection is imprinted in Xing Mo's eyes, the pure blood-colored pupils are a few degrees deeper than Xing Mo's in front of him, the texture is pale with a transparent and ethereal taste, and the face stained with dried blood is pure and innocent Fluctuating false smiles.

Xing Mo's heart changed and stirred several times at the moment they looked at each other, the blood color completely blurred her vision, and countless thoughts overlapped and intertwined.

The killing instinct merged into her soul at the moment Xing Mo was shaken, as if she was really just a meaningless illusion.

Xing Mo's chest began to heave violently, and his eyes seemed to be as deep as a ball of bloody flames.

With a "click", the sound of a branch breaking came from behind Xing Mo.

Sensing that something was wrong with Xing Mo, Leng Chuyan, who was trying to do something quietly behind her back, held up the bloody knife, her pampered hands trembling like chaff.

She muttered for a long time, but she just stammered and threatened, "You...you don't come here, I...my knife can kill you at any time!"

As she spoke, she looked at Xing Mo's back in fear. After a while, Xing Mo shrugged slightly, then sighed and wiped away the blood dripping from Leng Chuyan's blade, with excitement and strangeness. She smiled kindly at Leng Chuyan, "Sorry, I was negligent."

Then there was a "click", Leng Chuyan didn't have time to say anything, and her hand hung down as if it had no bones.

When the pain was so painful that her eyes turned white, Leng Chuyan twitched and covered her wrist, only to find that there was no trace of support there at all, and it felt limp—as if it had been crushed.

(End of this chapter)