"If I could be reincarnated, I would definitely kill you with my own hands in the next life!" A gentle smile appeared on the man's pale face, but his eyes were downright cold.
The girl had an evil expression on her face. When she heard this, she raised the corner of her mouth slightly: "Kill me? Are you willing to do it?"
The man smiled, and there was a hint of blush on his pale face. He wiped away the blood on his mouth with his hand and kissed the girl with his cold lips. What the girl tasted was the salty smell of blood. The man stepped back, stared at the blood on the girl's lips, and murmured in a lazy tone: "It turns out that the blood of the Holy Demon is so sweet!"
Under the moonlight, his eyes were indescribably charming, and he stretched out his arms to hug the girl in front of him, "I swear on your blood and mine, there is no one who loves you in this world. In the next life, I will definitely... Kill you with my own hands." He closed his eyes and stopped talking for a long time.
Holding the increasingly cold body in her arms, the girl sat quietly. For a long time, a tear slipped silently from her jade-like cheek...
"In the next life? I... Will definitely wait for you! I thought I would never be able to see you again. Thousands of years have passed and I have just learned to cry..."