How could he bear to let his dear Sang'er stain her hands with that vile blood? Such tasks are better left to him.
As he spoke, a long sword appeared in his hand. It flew from his grip, slashing towards the wrists of Yu and her family. The next second, blood sprayed out.
"Ah!"
Even though they had seen the Demon Clan's wrists bleed countless times before,
the sight of blood gushing from the wrists of the Human Clan, especially people from their own county, still caused many to cry out in shock.
Yu and her family struggled and roared, trying to escape, but in vain—they couldn't get away.
"Let us go, what right do you have to kill me, let me go!" In Yu's bloodshot eyes, there was fear of death and hatred towards Lin Caisang and Sui Zimo.
They were living their lives just fine, only passing their days one by one. How come these two from Wuzhu Teahouse could just show up and decide they had to die?
Why? She only wished for eternal life; what was wrong with that?
