"Bethanos?" said Hessiana with wrath in her eyes. "He took the key?"
As soon as Nangong Wuyue caught her breath, she examined the vampire for any injuries, thinking to heal him with her siren skills. But, she quickly noticed that there was no external wound. "Where's the wound?"
The male vampire leaned against the pillar, looking weak and embarrassed as he turned his head away. "It's an internal injury. It will heal itself in no time."
Hessiana kicked him in the stomach. "You f*cking coward, did you play dead again at the first opportunity you got? Get the f*ck up and talk!"
The kick was so hard that the male vampire almost suffered the internal injury he had been pretending to have. But, he still grinned like a clown without the slightest hint of embarrassment. "I wanted to stay alive to tell you what happened..."
