With a gentle flick, his sharp nails sliced through the air with a fierce sharpness, instantly cutting across Lao Qing's body, blood splattered, turning the ground into a bright red.
Lao Qing's body immediately fell to the ground, he could no longer speak, only his eyes distantly followed the figure of Hong Xiu escaping, in those vertical pupils there was no longer the chill of the past, only warmth. He wasn't without humanity, it was just all vested in one person.
Hong Xiu seemed to sense something, she turned her head back, saw Lao Qing lying in a pool of blood and understood his last look. This extremely hideous man was using his life to win for her a chance to escape.
Suddenly, many scenes from years ago flashed through her mind, back when they had not yet become commanders under Madam Deyong, just ordinary demons living in these deep mountains.
