Black flames lit within countless curses, like a Flower of Evil blooming in the depths of despair.
She donned a cloak woven from curses, her blood-stained lips tasting different hatreds, elegant, mature, sexy, with a fatally and pathologically seductive charm.
Her arms slowly spread, and the malevolent blossom unfurled in the night, all the resentment contained in the curses coalesced in the flames. The hatred spread outwards, dispersing the fog, enveloping the entire Death Building within.
Her stunning face looked down upon the person in her arms, the devil embracing the demon, their blood mingling, eyes locking.
"I really want to eat you, or be eaten by you."
Countless curses swallowed the last vestiges of obsession, and the black fire in Xu Qin's eyes spread over her entire body. She supported Han Fei's back, and the rationality that had just surfaced in her eyes was gradually replaced by another kind of madness.
