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Takako Junta looked at the katana that had pierced through his chest, with droplets of blood falling from the tip of the blade embedded in his chest.
His eyes reflected horror, regret, and deep unwillingness, as well as reluctance. In the moment of death, he thought of Tang Anqi, thinking of how he would no longer be able to enjoy her enchanting taste.
He didn't know whether Tang Anqi would miss him after his departure, nor did he know who would replace him to enjoy her in the future.
"Swoosh~"
Yao Yue suddenly pulled out the katana, the blade having pierced the heart, such that even a Daluo Golden Immortal descending to the mortal realm would not be able to save him.
"Thud~"
Takako Junta's eyes were wide open, as he fell to the ground in death, his final thoughts on Yao Yue's eerie silver mask, feeling annoyed that he should have guessed it earlier.
Even more ridiculous was that he had planned to tame this thorny rose for his entertainment.
