"This...how is this possible!?"
This wasn't the first time Wang Yanran had said this, but she still exclaimed in surprise instinctively, because Fang Xiu seemed to be able to redefine her understanding every time.
"Too slow! Is this all a second-tier Spirit Master can do? It seems I wasted the two hundred spirit coins I spent hiring a killer."
Fang Xiu's distorted and suppressed voice came from between the attacks.
He was probably so bored that he suddenly swung his scalpel, and a dazzling silver light burst forth from it, momentarily overshadowing the moonlight.
The silver light transformed into a streak of light, soaring into the sky and directly shattering all the attacks, carving out a gap.
Fang Xiu emerged from the gap like a ghost, his figure flashing through the night sky. When he reappeared, he was already behind Wang Erni, a gleaming silver scalpel lightly placed against her neck.
"don't want!"
Wang Yanran was shocked when she saw this scene.
But Fang Xiu stared at her coldly, grinned maliciously, and then made a light slash.
A wound suddenly appeared on Wang Erni's neck. There was no blood in the wound, but rather a dense patch of silver hair.
Clearly, as the host of the hair monster, she had already been corrupted into something inhuman.
However, whether human or cunning, all beings are equal in the face of suffering.
Bang!
Wang Erni's body collapsed to the ground with a thud.
As she fell to the ground, the roaring water dragon suddenly dissipated, turning into a shower of rain that fell upon the earth.
The silver strands of hair that had been flying everywhere rapidly contracted and returned to their original state.
After dealing with Wang Erni, Fang Xiu showed no joy, but rather some dissatisfaction.
Why were there no screams? No agonizing cries?
The next second, he seemed to realize something, turned his head slightly, stared straight at Wang Yanran with his eerie blood-red eyes, and said in a distorted and suppressed voice: "I know, because you turned her into a puppet."
"Then you'll have to bear my pain for her."
Under the cold moonlight, Fang Xiu, shrouded in black mist, walked slowly toward Wang Yanran. This time, his steps were slow, but each step seemed to tread on Wang Yanran's heart, and with each step, her heart would inexplicably tighten.
At this moment, Wang Yanran finally understood what it meant to go from heaven to hell.
The initial elation of obtaining a second-tier B-level bizarre puppet from a Spirit Master had vanished; all she wanted now was to live.
She finally understood why Fang Xiu had said that they had finally appeared; it turned out that the other party had indeed been waiting all along, waiting for all the people behind the scenes to show up before taking them all down in one fell swoop.
The only thing she still can't understand is that, despite enduring such a powerful and mottled, eerie power, as if possessed by dozens of monsters at the same time, Fang Xiu was still able to maintain his rationality and not become distorted. This is simply a fantasy.
Seeing Fang Xiu getting closer and closer, Wang Yanran did not choose to run away, because she knew clearly that with the opponent's ghostly speed, running away would surely mean certain death, but if she knelt down and begged for mercy now, there might be a glimmer of hope.
She's done this before, and it's especially effective when dealing with men, since no one can resist a delicate and beautiful woman.
Of course, she has also encountered men with strong wills. These men usually promise to spare her life on the surface, saying that sex will make amends, but after they have their fun, they will prepare to kill her during their post-coital period.
However, it was too late by then, because the other party had already become a puppet.
Although spirit masters are not easy to enslave, deep communication is when the other party's will is weakest and their own spirituality is most easily invaded, which is always effective.
Aren't you going to run?
Fang Xiu had already stopped beside Wang Yanran, his tall figure blocking the moonlight and casting a shadow over her.
The wisps of black energy emanating from his body rose and swirled, and one could vaguely see countless eerie creatures roaring and struggling within them.
Wang Yanran was terrified when she saw this scene. She wasn't sure if her previous infallible methods of begging for mercy would still work, because the man in front of her was different from all the men she had ever been with.
Thump!
Wang Yanran's long, fair legs bent instantly, and she knelt down on the ground. Her smooth knees were immediately covered in mud, the contrast between black and white was so striking.
Her beautiful face was filled with a pitiful fear, her eyes were red, and it seemed that crystal tears were about to well up.
"Please don't kill me. I'm just following orders. The president of the Bright Club sent me here."
Fang Xiu's lips curled into a sinister smile: "Don't worry, I won't kill you. I just want to inject my pain into your body, that's all."
Pain? Injection?
Wang Yanran was slightly taken aback. Could this be a newly coined internet slang term used to describe that kind of thing? So... there's a chance?
She quickly grabbed Fang Xiu's trouser leg, her face pleading in a fawning manner: "As long as you don't kill me, you can do whatever you want to me."
She held her head high, her sexy face filled with a pitiful yet alluring expression.
Because she was kneeling on the ground, with her head held high, and wearing a wine-red, low-cut dress, a patch of white skin and a bottomless cleavage were exposed.
However, Fang Xiu remained completely unmoved. Instead, upon hearing Wang Yanran's words, his right eye blazed with bloodlust, and the smile on his lips grew even more sinister.
"You said it yourself."
As he spoke, Fang Xiu raised the scalpel, the shadow cast by his arm and the scalpel falling on Wang Yanran's face, much like a praying mantis raising its forelegs.
Wang Yanran's expression changed instantly. She realized she had misunderstood, and felt a pang of pain. The injection was not what she meant at all.
At that moment, the scalpel was already at her neck.
"No...please don't, I know I was wrong, I shouldn't have hit you. I'm willing to be your mistress, just please spare me, I promise to make you feel unprecedented pleasure."
I can do everything! I can make ice, fire, soothe, and wrap – I'm sure I can satisfy you.
"You can try it if you don't believe me. Kill me anytime you're not satisfied."
As she spoke, Wang Yanran reached out and licked Fang Xiu's fingers.
She met Fang Xiu's gaze with her clear, autumn-water-like eyes, her eyes filled with tenderness and charm.
Many men have told her that her most beautiful feature is her eyes, and no man can resist their gaze.
She believed that Fang Xiu was no exception.
As expected, under the gaze of those eyes, Fang Xiu's originally ferocious face began to slowly return to normal, and the black aura on his body gradually disappeared.
Fang Xiu stared intently into Wang Yanran's eyes, a strange infatuation in his gaze, and even reached out to gently touch her smooth cheek.
Wang Yanran was overjoyed and continued her eye contact. She didn't say a word because she knew that silence spoke louder than words and everything was understood without being spoken.
“These eyes… they’re so alike, so incredibly alike.” Fang Xiu suddenly blurted out this inexplicable remark.
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