9.9 Billion Bride

He is the emperor of the dark night—cruel and indifferent, rejecting the warmth of women's affection. He ensnared her, viewing her as the antidote to the love poison that coursed through him, instantly addicted, and henceforth, forever beyond redemption. "The women who have glimpsed my body have only one destiny," he declared, donning a refined silver-black mask, his smile sly. "Yet, I find your scent intriguing. You may choose the manner of your demise." Their first encounter saw him pinning her to the carpet. Though commonplace advances typically involved various kisses, he surprised her by biting her neck. The perplexing question lingered: Why was he, not a vampire, drinking her blood?! Upon their second meeting, she fell prey to his bodyguard's abduction, brought before him. As she teetered on the brink of total consumption, a mysterious factor within her body was triggered...

Mo Xiaotao · General

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221: He actually softened up (1)

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Walter didn't speak, a derisive smile curled around the corner of his mouth. It was subtle, but ridiculous enough to make his old face look laughable.

Clearly struggling to suppress his excitement, but finding it incredibly difficult to hold it down, it was gradually distorting his expression.

"Master…" Fierce Eagle wanted to persuade him, but in Edivana, everyone called Liam Yancey "Master Liam". In his urgency, he overlooked using that proper title.

"Do it!" Liam Yancey's eyes were cold and ruthless, the obvious suppressed emotions were almost at their limit, as could be seen from the veins bulging on the back of his hand.

"...Yes." Fierce Eagle didn't dare to persuade him further, he bowed his head slightly, then turned around to make the call.

Five minutes later he returned to report, "Master Liam, everything is set, and the news will be out in half an hour…"

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