The golden sunlight generously sprinkled on the Seven Islands. It passed over Luo Jiujiang's courtyard where the fragrance of deep snowflakes was wafting in the air, and a strand of sunlight wrapped around Han Qianling's arm. On his left wrist, which was extended towards Luo Jiujiang, a wooden Buddhist rosary wrapped three times was reflecting a faint light.
As perfect as the beginning.
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"Go back to the cave." Feng Xue said briefly and sternly.
She had never spoken to Xiao Ren in such a tone before, but what was even more rare was that Xiao Ren actually stood motionless behind her, his lips tightly pursed, as if Feng Xue's orders were wind falling on his ears.
Feng Xue's eyes glowed red, and a drop of cold sweat slowly rolled down her forehead. She had no time to yell at the stubborn Xiao Ren. Her chest heaved for a long time before she slowly uttered, "Hua Biliu, take this bunch of bastards with you and go back. This will save your bastard father the trouble of collecting his son's corpse."
Hua Biliu had a pigtail on his head, and the pigeon-blood silver bracelet on his wrist had been replaced with a red gold ring inlaid with turquoise. He still stood there with a smile on his face, his head tilted to one side. His appearance was indescribably lovely, but the vicious look in his eyes was inconsistent with his attire. The strong contrast made people feel cold in their bones.
"Big sister, you're so rude! I was afraid you'd be hungry, so I brought you some food," Hua Biliu said crisply. As he spoke, he lifted his foot and kicked the bloody figure beneath his feet in Feng Xue's direction.
The man's body had been deliberately slashed with several long gashes, and his blood had already dyed the snow beneath him red. The unique smell of rust lingered faintly in the air, causing a sense of discomfort. However, when this smell fell on Feng Xue's nostrils, it was no less than the most powerful stimulation in the world.
The field was silent for a while until the sound of falling snow could be heard. A moment later, a strange muffled sound came from Feng Xue. Xiao Ren looked down and his pupils shrank into two in an instant: Feng Xue held a pair of fists tightly behind his back, and one of his fingers was strangely twisted, obviously it had been crushed by its owner.
Feng Xue's back was shaking, and the shaking spread little by little, becoming more and more intense, until finally his whole body was shaking like a sieve.
"So the rumor is actually true." Hua Biliu said slowly. His voice was sweet, but to Feng Xue's ears it sounded like a sharp knife smeared with poison. "Big sister was so hungry that she even ate herself, but she wouldn't eat people."
"Big sister? Big sister?" Hua Biliu deliberately called out twice. Every time he said a word, he stomped heavily on the person's back, causing the slightly healed wound to burst open, causing more blood to flow out and making the smell of rust in the air thicker.
Seeing that Feng Xue was almost unable to stand, Hua Biliu smiled sweetly and said, "Sister is really too picky about food. Just because you ate some food at Daddy's place, you threw a tantrum and came to this place to die. Daddy asked you many times but you refused to go back. I wonder if you will be so angry with me after I treat you to a big meal today that you will die by banging your head against the wall here?"
Xiao Ren's hand, tense with the sword, was throbbing with veins, his entire body tense like a bow ready to burst. Feng Xue, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. Her face was as pale as paper, bloodshot veins entwined around her eyeballs, and her entire body was trembling weakly, as if she would collapse to the ground in a puddle at any moment.
Hua Biliu looked at the two of them with a smile, and poison could almost be squeezed out of that smile.
"Big sister, please pay attention to your manners," Hua Biliu said in a fake reproach, "You want me to understand the difference between the two."
The bloody smell in the air became increasingly thicker, reaching a dangerous critical point.
Feng Xue's eyes slowly turned into dangerous vertical pupils.
She remained unaware, simply raising her hand to cover her mouth and violently dry heaving. While a normal person would lower their head when doing this, she raised her eyes, the urge to eat undisguised in her bloodshot eyes.
Vomiting and hunger, these two completely opposite desires, could unexpectedly appear simultaneously on Feng Xue's face. With her cheekbones as the dividing line, the desires of the upper and lower halves were completely opposite, making her face look as if it were two faces crudely spliced together, which was indescribably terrifying.
The eyes of the subordinates behind Hua Biliu trembled slightly, and for a moment no one dared to look directly at Feng Xue's face.
Only Hua Biliu still had the corners of his lips curled up, his eyes fixed on Feng Xue without blinking. He watched Feng Xue's pain, his eyes filled with a lot of excited malice. "Big sister, why don't you eat it? Oh, I know, big sister thinks the meat I brought is too old."
Hua Biliu's expression was that of a vulture. He spared Xiao Ren a momentary glance and said sweetly, "This is what my sister raised, and it's at its peak of sweetness. You guys, light up the pot. My sister is a civilized person and doesn't like raw or cold food. I need to ask her to taste it cooked."
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