A great deal of blood came out of his flying mouth at night, but there was a strange glow in his eyes.

"Helen? Is it you? Didn't I dream? It's my happiness to die in your hands. He was stumbled by Helen's knife, but he did not fall and stared at Helen foolishly.

He seems to have a little relief, and he seems to be getting what he wants.

"Happiness?! No Why are you happy?' Helen roared and pulled the knife out of his chest. The whole man stepped back a few steps, as if to open the distance between him and the night flying.

Her whole person fell into...