A chance to kill? A free ticket?
Lai Mingjie was so agitated at the thought that he was allowed to spill blood after years of being punished from his killings as a demon and even as a human. When was the last time he had made someone else bathe in their own blood? When was the last time he heard someone scream for mercy with a blade next to them?
He was a demon. Killing people, squashing flesh, and spilling blood were their hobbies. He had long dreamed of touching the warmth of blood oozing from the guts of another. His heart raced a little as he got excited. However, a slight warning signal from the deepest part of his soul told him not to say 'yes'. He then frowned and shook his head.
"There's no way that comes without any trouble. Or else, he wouldn't need my help." Emodao gritted his teeth and waved his hand. "Why would he need my help?"
