"Second Brother..."
Wen Xiao'ai was stunned, incredulously looking at the Demon Lord standing there, his mask removed, revealing his true face.
Jun Moyan's pupils contracted sharply twice, as if his airway was being choked, his heart painfully heavy.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and everything around fell into silence.
The wind blew, stirring the disordered long hair on Nie Jiuque's forehead.
The blood on his chin still dripped onto the collar, drop by drop.
After an unknown length of time, the stiff Nie Jiuque moved slightly, very slowly lifted his head and looked at them.
Wen Xiao'ai stood rigidly in place, her mind blank.
Nie Jiuque slowly raised an arm and then opened his palm toward Wen Xiao'ai.
His blood-stained lips parted slightly, gently speaking: "...Xiao'ai, candy."
In the palm dyed red with blood, lay two lollipops, their wrappers stained with a layer of blood.
Wen Xiao'ai's legs weakened, almost collapsing to the ground.
