Make Love

Mason's words got stuck at his throat, and his smile became very awkward due to the suppression from the death aura. After scratching his head, he whispered to Lin Li, "Damn, why is it so capricious?! Was it a woman in its previous life? Fine, when I go back, I'm going to tell everyone that Bhaskar was actually a woman…"

"…"

"Fool," Orrin said behind him, "do you think you are a bard?"

"No matter what, thank you for telling me all these." There was a sinister quality to Bhaskar's voice. Underlying it was cruelty. "As a reward, you are going to be the last to be killed by me. You can witness how your companions die one by one, and rejoice in their helpless cries… And after you die, I'm going to preserve your soul in the Shadowglen. Then, you will accompany me here, and tell me stories of the outside world for a few hundred years…"

"You're welcome…" replied Mason. The smile on his face was uglier than a crying face.