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Zhou Zhi knew long ago that Zhu Shi would not be a good person. At least, all the signs she showed showed that he was indeed not a good person to her.

But she really didn't understand why he always said such weird things and attacked her and Lian Chen for no reason.

Zhu Shi's expression now was very cold. Even with Zhou Zhi's sword on his neck, he remained calm. Zhou Zhi couldn't even tell whether he was really not afraid or not.

She made a soft "tsk" sound, very dissatisfied with his expression, and commented: "The last gasp of a spent force."

Zhu Shi took a small step forward, still with that lifeless expression on his face. Zhou Zhi was even more frightened by his desperate behavior, but he didn't show it.

The sword was very sharp, and Zhou Zhi did not withdraw his sword just because Zhu Shi moved forward. Instead, he allowed the sword to scratch his neck.

He took another small step forward fearlessly.

Blood gushed out from his neck.

Zhou Zhi smelled a strange, fishy smell, like the scent of an evil spirit, but the sword did not waver at all.

"You are a demon!"

Zhou Zhi's sword even went deeper.

Zhu Shi's face was extremely pale, and his upright nose cast a dark shadow, cutting his face into an extremely poignant work of art.

"I am your master."

His voice was really hoarse, and I don't know if it was because his neck was bleeding.

He neither confirmed nor denied, but instead answered the question irrelevantly. His voice was so soft that Zhou Zhi could not hear it clearly at all. However, he kept repeating this sentence, so Zhou Zhi could hear it even if he was deaf.

Her back felt cold, and she felt that these endlessly desolate and miserable words were full of threats.

"Master! Monster!"

Lian Chen, who had woken up at some point, howled, scaring Zhou Zhi to death.

Lian Chen had just woken up, and when he saw Zhu Shi, he was so scared by the red mist surrounding him that he closed his eyes and fainted again.

Zhou Zhi was unsettled by his roar, and the sword retreated a few inches. Seeing the red aura on him, Zhou Zhi became ruthless, pulled the sword from his neck, and stabbed him in the chest.

But Zhu Shi, who should have died, slowly began to laugh.

"disobedient."

He spoke too calmly, which made Zhou Zhi frown in dissatisfaction.

"It's crooked," he said with that mysterious smile on his face, looking like he really deserved a beating, "little pet."

Zhou Zhi noticed that the sword stuck in his body produced a huge surge of energy, and the hand holding the sword was shaking!

Mom, I met a pervert.

Zhu Shi gently held her trembling hand and comforted her: "Don't be afraid, little pet."

As gentle as the sweet words between lovers.

There was a red aura swirling around in his eyes. Zhou Zhi had consumed too much energy and was almost fainting. He had no strength in his hands at all.

Zhu Shi finally put away his smile and breathed a sigh of relief to Zhou Zhi.

Zhou Zhi fainted.

Zhu Shi embraced her limp body and brought her into his arms. He pulled out the sword from his body without any care and threw it out. The sword made a cool sound when it fell to the ground, and a few drops of blood splashed, staining the corners of their clothes.

They all wore white clothes, which was very obvious.

Zhu Shi dripped blood into Zhou Zhi's mouth, and some of it leaked onto his lips. He carefully wiped it off with his fingertips, but the deep red was still so attractive.

"Little pet, now you have to be a good master--" His eyes turned to look at Lian Chen who was unconscious on the bed, and suddenly became gloomy, "Otherwise..."

"I'll go crazy."

He put the man back on the bench, looked at his chest which had stopped bleeding, and reached out to the sword wound on his neck, which was left smooth as before.

Zhu Shi felt bored, but he spoke slowly to the peaceful sleeping face: "It hurts."

These words were as stiff as a puppet dancing, without any emotion or reality.

Zhu Shi himself felt that there was something wrong with him, and a belated feeling of shame emerged. Zhu Shi twisted his head stiffly, turned into a ball of black and red mist, and walked away.