Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Yun Yan twitched the corner of his mouth and looked at her with his red eyes mockingly, "What? For him, have you really forgotten what you are?"

Bianhua, born from the dead, is bloodthirsty, cruel, and full of hostility.

Keep it from killing?

Wouldn't that be equivalent to keeping people alive without eating?

What an irony!

His yin and yang tone was sharp and harsh.

The redness in his eyes was like blazing hellfire, and the demonic aura was even stronger.

The extremely uncomfortable words lifted the fig leaf away from the bright side and stabbed her in the Achilles heel without mercy.

Her eyes suddenly turned cold, and the gentleness in her eyes faded away.

"Yun Yan, do you really think I won't touch you?"

Yun Yan sneered, "Okay, then just kill me."

"Anyway, there is no one now. If you kill me, no one will know."

"However, even if you want to kill me thousands of times, I still have to say that you will never stop killing as long as you are alive!"

"Because...that's your instinct."

His red eyes were full of malice, and his extremely red lips were raised in an extremely wide arc, mocking her like an evil ghost.

Time stagnated all around, and the flying dust was frozen in the void, unmoving.

The demonic aura that fills the sky is intertwined with the stench of endless blood. It is like an undead entangled in shackles, breaking out of the ground and destroying everything it goes.

The airflow in the air fluctuated violently, and the black rubber rain boots in the corner were knocked to the ground.

He smiled cruelly and looked at her, completely tearing apart the disguise she had been deliberately trying to put on.

This was the most familiar feeling between similar people. He spoke out her inner desires without any scruples, put them out in the open, and exposed them to the blue sky and the bright sun.

The evil that is most suppressed grows unbridled.

Her expression was cold, and the hand she had hidden in the dark instantly turned into a fist.

He squeezed it so tightly that his joints turned white.

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After a long, long time, she suddenly laughed, lowered her long eyelashes, and spoke in a calm tone.

"You're right, killing is indeed my instinct."

She elaborated softly without denying it.

Born as a dead flower, if she wanted to be strong, she could only continuously gain strength from killing and continuously absorb the souls of the dead.

This was an innate instinct that she could never overcome.

"But the difference between you and me is that I can control my instincts, but you"

"Can it?"

Her eyes were cold, slightly drooping, looking down with disdain.

With her gorgeous face and wanton publicity, she seemed to have gone back in time and returned to thousands of years ago, to the moment when she was born in the sea of ​​flowers thousands of years ago.

At that time, she was fearless, free and natural.

He controls the hell fire that can destroy everything, protects a sea of ​​flowers, is arrogant and cruel and protects his shortcomings.

She is the first flower demon from the other side born between heaven and earth. She has an unparalleled beauty and a figure that will captivate the entire country.

No matter how long time has passed, no matter how many things have happened.

From beginning to end, she has been the only symbol of noble existence and the most outstanding existence in the demon clan.

Everyone wants to be like her, but she is the only one.

There is no substitute.

Because she has always lived a very transparent life.

Flamboyant and free-spirited, always fearless.

Yun Yan's eyes flashed slightly, and he fell into silence for an instant.