“You, you guys…”
A tear rolled down the corner of her eye uncontrollably. Su Yin opened her eyes wide, fell to the ground and looked at the room in disbelief.
The vast bathtub was littered with the bodies of countless Saint Cold Mountain disciples. Those captured alive by Luo Wen lay stiffly, lifeless. Each had a massive hole in their chest, their blood congealed, staining the entire room a crimson.
In the center of the bathtub, Luo Wen was completely naked, revealing his jade-white upper body, and his lower body was simply covered with a piece of rag. Beside him, Linglong, who was also almost naked, was only wearing a purple bellyband. She placed her hand affectionately on Luo Wen's chest, and the other hand was around Luo Wen's waist. The two of them were tightly clasped together. It was approaching winter, but countless huge ice cubes were floating on the water in the bathtub.
"You, you... cough cough cough, vomit..." Tears kept falling. Su Yin could hardly believe what he saw. Looking at the piles of corpses of the disciples of Shenghan Mountain around him, Su Yin's stomach surged and he retched.
"Who?" Such a huge commotion instantly startled Luo Wen. He looked straight towards the door, and a hint of murderous intent flashed across his cold face. Seeing Su Yin crying by the door, his brows furrowed again, and he shouted sternly with a hint of murderous intent, "Who let you in?"
Su Yin, powerlessly sitting by the door, looked at Luo Wen in disbelief. What made her feel even more heartbroken than this scene was Luo Wen at this moment. She had never seen Luo Wen like this before. He looked at her like a stranger, an enemy. He wondered if he should kill himself.
Yes, she was wrong. He was the devil! She should never have felt sorry for him or pitied him! He killed people in such a cruel way, and lingered with his old love among the corpses. He was so perverted. He was the devil, the devil!
Looking at the scene in front of him, Su Yin couldn't help but retching, and felt his stomach churning.
"Take him out!" Luo Wen shouted at Sha Ren, his tone filled with unconcealable pain. He closed his eyes again and grabbed the edge of the bathtub where Su Yin couldn't see. The veins on his arms burst.
"Yes." Sha Ren replied, looking at Su Yin who was sitting powerlessly by the door, he said coldly, "Miss, I'm sorry."
Why is it... like this? Clutching his chest tightly, Su Yin lowered his eyes, no longer having the courage to look inside the house. Suddenly, he felt a huge pain in his back, and everything went black before his eyes. Su Yin fainted on the floor.
"Keep an eye on her these few days." Luo Wen gritted his teeth and gave the order to the killing blade. Having recovered some strength, he pushed Linglong aside fiercely and took a last reluctant look at the white figure outside the house.
Sha Ren walked forward coldly, held the unconscious Su Yin in his arms, nodded slightly to Luo Wen, moved quickly, and his figure quickly disappeared into the darkness.
The heavy door slammed shut again, and Luo Wen could no longer hold back and spat out a mouthful of thick blood. Linglong was suddenly shocked and hugged Luo Wen again, anxiously saying, "Brother Luo Wen, Brother Luo Wen, how are you?"
"Get out." Luo Wen said coldly to Linglong, but he no longer had the strength to push Linglong away.
A cold smile quickly appeared on Linglong's face, and a hint of sadness appeared on her smiling face. "Is this what you are doing? You won't accept my spiritual power. How far will you go for her?"
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