His life seemed to be constantly being broken into pieces, reorganized, broken into pieces, and reassembled again.
In those years, collapse was the norm.
But after climbing from the bloody quagmire to the pinnacle of power, those collapses happened a long time ago.
Until this time, sweat dripped from his forehead, rolling over his long, black eyelashes from his thin white eyelids, blurring his beast-like eyes.
The moment he used the hot knife on his body to roughly and fiercely pierce the body he had been dreaming about, all the defense lines of reason collapsed.
He said that he would use her to "sharpen the sacrificial sword". He said this more than once, and she probably forgot about it.
This body is so soft and fragile, it should hurt when his blade penetrates deeply, right?
She was trembling all over, clasping his shoulders tightly and sweating all over her body, but she was stubborn and refused to beg for mercy, looking at him with a pair of beautiful red eyes.
"Cang...Qiao...you..."
Do you think he will let her go? Was it the fragility he pretended to have before that confused the smart her?
But the feeling of his blade piercing her body was so pleasant, the sticky hot liquid like blood flowed through the blade, and the feeling of his white and clean hands...
Like a traveler in the desert, when he finally drinks a pot of water, the warm and moist water goes down his throat.
All thirsts are comforted.
How much he liked her broken beauty that looked like death.
It feels so good that my scalp is numb, the strange pleasure makes no sense, and my eyes are turning white.
He remembered the first time he killed someone, the feeling when the long knife was covered in blood.
Cang Qiao smiled darkly and cheerfully. He really liked knives, knives in every sense of the word.
The suppressed madness burst out, and sweat flowed through his eyes, stinging, but he didn't want to close his eyes, he just felt the pain was soothing.
"Ha..." He laughed hoarsely and held her back firmly. No wonder some beasts are obsessed with these things. That's how it is.
He is also a cruel beast, how much he cherished her before.
Now I really want to stab her with his blade.
Let her experience what it feels like to be as broken as herself.
"Cang Qiao... don't do this..." She cried with a broken voice, forbearing and pleading, and her soft and trembling breath passed by his ear.
The night wind was so cold and the water under the boat was so ice-cold. Only my tears, limbs and breath were hot.
She even reached out and gently touched the texture of his shoulders that were strained due to excessive exertion, as if this feeble comfort could buy her some relief and preserve her own room for survival.
"Tsk..." He laughed again, ah, his little lady is so silly, she is a good person.
Still trying to comfort herself, she couldn't even protect herself.
How did she know what kind of power she gave him to bully her?
She wanted to protect him, but she didn't expect that now he just wanted to crush her cruelly with his sharpened blade.
He pulled her knees apart as far as possible, suppressing her struggle, and stabbed her calmly and ferociously, watching her go from being patient to breaking down and crying for mercy.
Under the lingering wind of the cold moon, the cold and turbulent water of the waterfall will hit those fragile boats and smash them all into pieces.
Why was he the only one to collapse?
She also needs to collapse.
He let himself penetrate into every inch of her soft skin, making it moist and sticky, causing collapse and dizziness.
Unscrupulously invading, crushing and leaving a mark on everything that belongs to him.
The cold moon watched this "murder" indifferently.
Surrender?
Yes, surrender, he surrendered under the skirt of the god of madness and collapse.
She was the god who saved him, and she was also his plaything, so he crushed the plaything, blasphemed and... assassinated the god. This chapter has been completed!
