Luke knew he was sick and had always had it, but he was addicted to the whirlpool of love and could not extricate himself.
Over the past few years, he has hunted and captured countless times, and no one he has targeted has slipped through the net. His charming face and innocent eyes are his invincible weapon.
Ansmond is like a ripe and almost rotten scarlet fruit in a tropical rainforest. In the dense forest that blocks the sun, it doesn't need a beam to illuminate, and it can still attract people's attention in the dim light.
Luke was bewitched the first time he saw him. Every subsequent meeting was filled with scheming, and every interaction was a calculation. Luke's various efforts only resulted in a brief moment of skin-to-skin contact, but it was like drinking poison to quench his thirst.
But the most important thing for skilled hunters is patience. After a long wait, the prey will eventually be bitten by the split teeth, and then the skin and bones will be slowly peeled off and swallowed. The pleasure of harvesting at that time will be sharp and extraordinary.
"Ding dong", it's time to hunt.
Intention: Evil will be punished
