"Poof!" A mouthful of bright red blood suddenly spurted out from Yin Mo's mouth, splashing on the cold ground, as if blooming into beautiful blood flowers. She widened her eyes and stared in disbelief at the sharp sword that was stabbing towards her rapidly, but the person holding the sword was actually Yin Chen, who had innumerable emotional entanglements with her.
However, at this life-and-death moment, the corners of Yin Mo's mouth slightly raised, revealing a bitter yet relieved smile. She knew that this moment had finally come, and the bet she had made for a long time - to make Yin Chen, a monster hunter, fall in love with her, a monster - ultimately ended in failure. At the same time, Yin Chen looked at Yin Mo lying in a pool of blood. His heart was tearing in pain ~ right now! He knows...
