"Butterfly"
The Wuchen Sword penetrated his chest, and the smell of blood filled the whole room.
"Fall"
Yes, Die Luo, the killer Die Luo, I pulled out Wuchen suddenly, blood spurted out wildly, and 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, an inescapable fate...