White light flashed, snowflakes splashed, and several silver needles flashed coldly as quickly as ghosts, running toward the face of the young man in green.
The silver needle sank softly into the soft mass on the snow, Chi Murong's wide sleeves swayed slightly, and a slender and pale hand was in mid-air.
"My favorite brother, do you hate me?"
"I wish I could peel off your skin, drink your blood, eat your flesh, boil your heart and eat it to see if your heart tastes like that of a pig or a dog!" Murong Bai's eyes were about to burst, and his face was stained with tears as he spoke word by word.
"If you hate me, come and take my head." The man in green who was cut into pieces shook his head gently and said: "If you hate me, then come and kill me, but you can't, my dear brother, because you can't kill me yet. Your hatred is too weak. You don't hate me enough to be a sharp blade, so you can't kill me."
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If you want to kill me, come and kill me and take my head, but you can't stop
Strange family affair, family feud and hatred
It will explode at one point, dear
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