Hiss.

a touch of poignant red blood spurted from the middle of huagulong's thick neck.

it's like the evening primrose that opens at midnight.

there was a faint smell of blood in the air, and a fishbone was ejected from the mouth of huagulong.

he fell flat.

a pair of eyes with big bronze bells stared at the night without stars or moon.

a tear came out of the corner of his eye.

he didn't close his eyes when he died. He didn't even know what he had done.

besides, his grilled fish has not been finished, and his bottle of wine has not been finished. He is not willing...