the smell of blood soon spread out in the air. As if he didn't see it, he still looked down for the pieces. The blood dropped to the ground like the red plum in the winter.

Ji Tiantian frowned when she smelled the bloody smell. She didn't like the bloody smell very much.

Ling Jichen stares at the bright red dripping from the cold words Nuo's fingertips. He gets hit hard again in his heart and almost jumps up, but he finally stops.

looking at Ji Tiantian of Ling Jichen with cold eyes, the fleeting changes on his face did not escape her sharp eyes. Inexplicably, a sense of coercion...