Feng Ting

First Blood: She is a demon, and being a demon is heartless, and she does things based on her preferences. He is also a demon, why don't he understand? Even though she is a demon, she still has to imitate others to have a serious relationship with her... It's ridiculous. Feng Ting has never been secretive or had low self-esteem because of her identity as a demon. She was very happy, she was a demon. It was her own choice to be a heartless monster. Second Drop of Blood: Feng Ting's low and hoarse voice sounded in this silence. Her voice was still so cold, inhumanly cold: "Then don't do it. Without a drop of your hard work, it is just a loss of some capital for me, but the loss will not hurt my life." Ji Tianqi then smiled again. He thought that his smile was probably a little ugly, so she fluttered her eyelashes and stopped looking at him. He didn't say anything more, lowered his head and stabbed the ice pick into his chest. A strange cold feeling came, but there was no pain at all. Even if the ice pick was pierced deep enough, he didn't feel uncomfortable. The ice pick was taken out after a delay. Ji Tianqi pointed the drop of blood at Feng Ting. There was no difference in his expression, only the regent's eyes, the regent's nose, and the regent's mouth remained: "I'll give it back to you and wish you a smooth journey." The third drop... Don't miss it when you're walking by. Save it first and wait until it's fattened up before you read it. I'm selling myself to be kept, I can be cute or domineering, whatever you like, it's the little one.