At night, dim street lights cannot penetrate the narrow corridors.
It was pitch black at the end of the alley.
"You still did it."
The man's deep voice was trembling.
Because of his mood swings, countless bright blood flowers bloomed from the wounds on his body.
The slender palm grasped the sharp sword body, trying to pull out the giant sword that penetrated the belly. The palm was scratched, and a trace of bright red oozed out.
He couldn't help but groan. Seeing this, the girl kindly drew her sword.
"Self-righteousness is your greatest weakness."
She turned sideways, letting the man stumble to the ground.
The remaining blood slid down the sword groove.
Her eyes were neither sad nor happy, as calm as a lake.
The man struggled to his feet and leaned against the wall.
The two faced each other in silence, and the only thing that could be heard in the quiet alley was the man's gradually slowing breathing.
"I can't believe I lost so completely." His voice was low and hoarse, mixed with a little loneliness, and finally turned into an imperceptible sigh.
"Isn't this the result you most want to see?" The girl knelt down and gently stroked his fair side face, "Brother..."
Intention: Subdue demons and fall in love, lots of handsome guys are coming!