"Butterfly..."
The Wuchen Sword penetrated his chest, and the smell of blood filled the whole room.
"Fall..."
Yes, Die Luo, killer Die Luo, I pulled out Wuchen suddenly, and blood spurted out wildly. I watched him fall backwards with an expressionless face, and endless coldness and indifference surged in my heart.
I am Ling Mo, "Killer Die Luo", a curse and an inescapable fate.