Love, Hate, Life, and Death

Angel was momentarily dazed, unable to react.

He heard Hua Jian's hurried breathing, along with his trembling voice: "Angel, I beg of you, don't go, don't leave me..."

This was the first time he had heard Hua Jian use such a humble tone to plead with him.

A corner deep within his heart was touched by Hua Jian's soft, warm words. He looked toward Hua Jian's chest; that heart was still beating violently. He couldn't help but reach out to touch the ribs over the heart. The bones grew warm, and a strange sensation flowed through his entire body.

Hua Jian looked at him without blinking, his bloodshot eyes filled with love and a gaze so precious, as if he were terrified of losing him.

This warm scene, however, only lasted for a few seconds. The blood flowing down Hua Jian's bones seemed to gain a life of its own. Following the fingers touching the ribs, it curved upward, sliding along his snowy-white wrist to his shoulder, then coiling around his neck.

The slippery sensation was like a snake winding around his throat. A chill rose from his back, and his heart suddenly constricted. He felt the thing licking and kissing his neck, a numbing sensation that was hard to endure, making his whole body shiver.

Around the finger bones of Hua Jian's right hand, black silk ribbons were entwined. Each strand twisted like a living snake. The black silk followed his skin, undulating over his body, while he was pinned in place, unable to struggle in the slightest.

The black silk and red blood coiled around him, weaving a "net" that bound him. He felt his entire body tightly surrounded. A cold sensation instantly swept through him, as if he were enduring the pain of a thousand cuts.

At this moment, Hua Jian suddenly wrapped an arm around his waist, leaning down to give his lips a light peck. The lips were soft, but the words spoken made him turn cold all over:

"Angel, I know you will definitely leave me. No matter what I do, you will only leave me again and again. Therefore, to keep you forever, I have decided to kill you."

Hua Jian raised his hand, brushing the stray hairs by Angel's cheek behind his ear. His ice-cold hand cupped Angel's face, his eyes filled with a love that was both mad and morbid:

"Don't worry, I will take good care of your body. I will turn your body into the most beautiful specimen. We will be together forever and ever; nothing will ever be able to separate us!"

Hearing this, Angel's heart shuddered, and his body trembled.

Hua Jian wanted to kill him!

As soon as the words fell, a savage smile appeared on Hua Jian's face. The black silk binding him and the frantic red blood intertwined into a sharp blade, which suddenly stabbed straight into his heart. Sharp pain instantly invaded his brain, so intense that he nearly fainted several times.

He didn't want to believe Hua Jian would truly kill him, but he could not deny this reality. The wound in his chest grew more painful, so painful that even breathing felt like despair.

Currently, he did not have the recognition of the Angel of Slaughter, nor was he influenced by the black mist of malice. This meant he had no offensive power, and simultaneously, any injury could harm him.

He was truly going to die.

In fact, the realization that Hua Jian wanted to kill him was more agonizing and sorrowful than any abuse he had ever suffered.

He looked directly at Hua Jian, gritting out each word: "You really want to kill me?" As he spoke, he continuously coughed up blood, the pain triggering physiological tears.

A look of confusion appeared on Hua Jian's face, as if he were questioning what he was doing.

Seeing this, Angel didn't want to say anything more. His hands dropped powerlessly, and he quietly waited for death to arrive.

Hua Jian brushed away the tears on Angel's face, as if realizing something. He looked at the large, eye-catching patch of crimson on Angel's chest, and finally woke up to what he had done.

At that moment, countless souls within the body let out a blood-curdling wail.