Zong Haohao shivered.
It was unknown whether this action pleased the young man or angered him. The young man stuck out his tongue from his mouth and licked his blood-covered hands as if he was savoring a delicious meal. Then, Zong Haohao saw that the pair of hands that were obviously covered in blood actually revealed the skin underneath as the blood decreased. There was no wound at all!
Not a single wound on his mouth!
"Ahhhh!" For Zong Haohao, this scene was too strange.
His uninjured hand was not scary. What was scary was the young man's expression. His gaze was like an icicle stabbing into his heart. In addition, the way he appeared was even stranger.
However, Zong Haohao's voice was covered by a hand as soon as it appeared. Then, he was horrified to find that this person's two fingers had reached into his mouth and then pulled it to the side.
No! No, no, no!
