Lian Jiyue, who wasn't using any weapon, relished in the joy of bursting blood vessels one by one. Even more invasively, he reached into the left side of a person's body and pulled out a still-beating heart.
The man looked at the bright, steaming heart in his hands and licked his lips, about to bring it to his mouth, when he seemed to remember something.
Then he turned his head and looked toward the little girl standing to the side.
Mao Qiqi:...
Can't eat it.
Pop~
The man, hearing the child's voice, regretfully threw the heart onto the ground…
At the door, Xu Wenbin had already deeply regretted it. When the little girl had warned them to leave, greedy for a few dozen crystal cores, he had wanted his brothers to taste some sweetness. If only he had known...
After all, it was still one death. Maybe there was still a glimmer of hope if they fought.