Sikong's face revealed a sinister and arrogant smile, "In the eyes of the corpse demon, there is only food, no women."
His face bore a smile, but he seemed not quite satisfied with this answer, and even faintly felt anger.
That's because the wind on the street suddenly became fierce, causing the banners outside the shops to flutter loudly.
In that air, it seemed as though countless invisible sharp threads were present, leaving no trace in the wind, slowly tightening around Ning Feiyan's slender snowy neck, creating a thin red line of blood.
In an instant, Ning Feiyan felt as though she was tightly grasped by the hand of the Grim Reaper, and she found herself shockingly unable to muster any resistance in her heart, simply needing the other party's willing motion to be completely erased from this world.
