"Xiliang, you are my most perfect creation." It was the woman's voice. She placed the gun in his hand.
"In the world you live in, the law of survival is only kill or be killed. Do not trust anyone, you can only trust yourself. Come on, pull the trigger."
"Bang!" The gunshot rang, and the woman's body fell to the ground like a withered leaf...
"Little Liangliang, I want your true heart, I want your life!"
"You love me, admit it."
The soft female voice was alluring and charming, yet carried a dignified quality. No matter how he listened, it sounded especially pleasing to him.
A vibrant woman like that suddenly vanished...
A metallic and sweet taste surged in his throat.
With her death, he no longer had a weakness.
But why, why did it hurt so much?
He let out a low moan, and the blood that surged from his throat slid down the corner of his mouth...
Snow-white skin, bright red blood, that blood glittered like flowing rubies.
