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 · Geral

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1314 Chs

349: Mild Concussion (2)

She turned her head to the side, simultaneously opening her eyes just a sliver to look at him, and then closed them again.

Owl Eagle's pupil contracted, clearly seeing under the light in the car that her eyes were bloodshot, but thankfully, she hadn't passed out.

He clenched his fists, quickly got out of the car and when he closed the back seat door, the drivers of the cars that rear-ended them had already come over.

"What kind of driving is that!?"

"Can't you drive? Trying to get yourself killed!..." Five or six drivers, furious, stood under the bright street lights, looking like a group of fearsome devils, almost murderous.

Owl Eagle remained silent, casting a cold gaze over the three cars stacked up behind him in a pile-up, his expression stern.

It was already past eight at night, during rush hour. Because of the fender-bender, this side of the road was gridlocked, with dozens, maybe even hundreds of cars forced to stop, queued up in a long line.

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