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Chapter 1: Bloodthirsty Perfection
Silhouette of the waning moon, the leaves made an astonishing sound of rustling in the breeze. The nightingale whistled twice unexpectedly, which was as creepy as a ghost crying and a wolf howling.
In the lush forest, three or five torches were dotted, lighting up the road in front of pedestrians.
Among the men in black holding torches, one held something wrapped in white silk in his hand. Bright red blood beads occasionally dripped playfully, silently.
There was no sound from the people walking, and it was eerily quiet. If it weren't for the few handfuls of torches that brought out traces of light moving in the darkness, no one would have known that there were people walking in the forest.
In the pavilion, a man as beautiful as an evildoer wiped away a hint of scarlet from the corner of his mouth with his slender fingers. The evil red evil demon's eyes were filled with glazed waves that seduced the heart and soul. He was so beautiful that people forgot to breathe. That
The fiery red hair added a fatal temptation to his bloodthirsty and perfect face. In the darkness, there were even more endless mysteries.
"Have everything been dealt with?" He raised the corners of his cold lips and asked without a hint of cold words. There was endless blood in the red eyes, which was bottomless.
The man next to him was dressed in purple clothes, had sword-shaped eyebrows, and had a resolute face without any expression. He was holding the man's cloak in his hand.
"Qian Yuan has gone to deal with it." Qian'an, the purple-clad Situ next to him, put a robe on him expressionlessly and said indifferently.
"Qian'ishi, go and take care of the things on the bed. I will go and deal with official business first." There was no trace of warmth in the bloodthirsty eyes, but they shone like glass.
"Yes." Situ Qian'an responded.
The corners of her lips were slightly raised, and her fiery red hair and eyes turned jet black.
The robes were fluttering, and the figure, who was as white as dust and better than snow, disappeared from Situ Qian'an's eyes.
Situ Qian'an walked to the bed and his eyes darkened slightly.
Lying on the bed was a naked woman. Her delicate appearance was not too outstanding. On the left side of her neck, there was something like a claw-like birthmark. There were two holes on it, as if they had been inflicted by some animal.
It looked like he had been bitten. His face was pale, and his big, empty eyes were wide open with fear and despair.
Situ Qian'an pulled up the bed blanket, wrapped the woman in it, carried her out, and flew away into the darkness.
The fire was red and the fire was raging.
Situ Qian'an flew down and stood among a group of people in black, leaving behind the woman in his hands.
Seeing Situ Qian'an, a man in black walked forward quickly.
"How is it?" Situ Qian'an asked.
"Brother, everything has been taken care of." Situ Qianyuan, the man in black, stepped forward.