"Haha..." Another burst of gloomy laughter, exceedingly oppressive, floated in, and the Futu Demoness cast a disdainful glance at Gu Changsheng, slowly peeling off her hand from behind her ear, "I'll let you die with your eyes open!"
Gu Changsheng looked at the pale cheeks of the Futu Demoness under the night sky and the crisscrossing knife scars, his expression turning stern.
Thin lips like paper, eyes sharp as blades, indeed exactly as the rumors described.
"You look good and are somewhat clever, too bad..." As the Futu Demoness clearly saw Gu Changsheng's face, a flash of astonishment flickered in her eyes, and with a face full of regret, she shook her head and continued, "Shuixianer rarely asks me for anything. It would be bad of me to refuse. Gu Changsheng, you should never have competed with her for a man. I haven't killed in over twenty years, but now it seems I must break my vow right here!"
