"Massacre."
Massacre?
Feng Yueya sneered, though she liked fighting, she did not enjoy killing.
"No, I misspoke," the person thought for a moment, then revised with a smile.
"Perhaps the former you loved massacres but since having me, you no longer do. However, your combative nature must have remained unchanged."
She furrowed her brows slightly, "I don't understand what you mean? What do you mean by since having you, I no longer enjoy massacres?"
The person smiled, turned around with hands behind his back, and faced away from her saying:
"Didn't I just say, I exist because of you? Because I am you, and you are me. I am the dark side of you. Since we've separated, you have not liked massacres. Do you understand now, Lord Netherworld God?"
This time, Feng Yueya could no longer remain calm.
He is her, her dark side?
How absurd!
