The little brother standing behind him rushed to Ye Tian like a male dog with a passion.

when brother Xiong saw the flash of the sword light, suddenly his eyes turned into a wanton red world.

countless red blood flowers, like fireworks, suddenly splashed out of the knives, interwoven with the white of the wall to create a picture that can never be ignored.

no one can describe this kind of beauty. It's so beautiful, so cruel, so tragic.

Ye Tian is still a white shirt, not stained with a drop of blood. His face is still hanging that three shallow smile. There was a hot glow in the eyes....