The Mask Of A Siren 40 Sly Man-Eating Bunny

Hongyue freed her hand, releasing him and sneered, "Drop it. Leave your little acting out altogether. In fact, that didn't hurt you much at all, did it?"

She was beginning to succ.u.mb inside from the minute she touched his neck. However the more Hongyue panicked, the calmer she looked outward. She fixed her gaze intensely on him. She was sure his outer appearance was similar to hers.

A sly man-eating bunny.

When she had secured her fingers around his throat, she felt herself in critical danger. It felt as if her blood had rushed backward in her veins.

She narrowed her eyes at him. His ability shouldn't be underestimated at all, she could still feel his powers pulsing violently underneath her fingertips. Who was he? Where did he even come from?

This was extremely alarming. Hongyue was confident that if they fought, it would be a difficult battle for both of them even in this form of hers. Her pearl ornament was a weakened subst.i.tute version of her gemstone, and it only provided a limited amount of power. While she had just collected a significant amount of potential energy from the fallen bodies, she wasn't sure if she would have full control over it. Hongyue chewed her lip, why was he here anyway? She couldn't afford to overuse her powers.

Especially in this state.

Despite that, she was still prepared for the worst, her next a.s.sa.s.sination move was waiting in position if he executed an immediate advance towards her. However, the child on the bed just bitterly rubbed his neck in hopes of comfort. What the heck was wrong with her head?

How could it not hurt? It HURT like freaking h.e.l.l.

Who the h.e.l.l said she was some useless waste?

Did she think choking a child was the same as strangling a piece of stone? Did he look like a doll to her? What was with her grip? Suddenly he sympathized with the guard he observed her killed.

He groaned in misery.

He had thought he was going to die, he hadn't considered she would do something rash like that at all. Didn't people say that all females pitied younger children? He moaned in pain as his fingers brushed past the recently made bruises.

"Close your mouth! Stop faking as if it hurts. Hurry up and talk." She snapped. How could someone with his amount of power get hurt with a measly pressure like her chokehold? He was obviously playing with her.

His heart winced at her voice before it turned to lament.

See, look at that.

Clearly, he had been told a lie. This woman was heartless, she even tried to kill him before he had yet replied to her question. Where could you find any tenderness in her? He gazed at her through his lashes.

Fine, it was expected.

He'll admit he already saw all her murders that night. This must be her way of being considerate to him. She would have presumably killed him already if it wasn't the case he a.s.sisted her with removing the fourth madam.

But seriously, did she have to choke him that tightly. If that was the case, he really can't afford her consideration.

He peered at her again, a memory rose in his mind. A single red ruby gemstone sat on her forehead making her different colored eyes shone in the night along with her beautiful red lips. He recalled her elegant figure and bloodthirsty eyes. He shook his head.

He had been critically weakened by an old injury during his cultivation trial that night, so he had decided to obtain shelter to treat himself. Led by the heavy smell of blood, he spotted Hongyue just as she sailed beautifully pa.s.sed him in the air. He noticed the piles of dead bodies along with the simple one kill move marked on their bodies before he followed her to the doctor's residence.

He liked everything he saw.

She was like an enchantress of death. So absolute yet so mysterious.

Because of his previous injury, his appearance had been reverted to the presence of a child. He had used his innocent appearance to get closer to her acting as a weak female. But who knew she loved killing in the morning as well? Good thing he wasn't the idiot who sauntered right into death. Quickly, piecing together what she planned, he accompanied along with her desires only to find himself poisoned in the end.

What kind of love story was this?!!

Didn't people say it was standard practice to treat people who helped you with compa.s.sion? Obviously, that must be a lie as well.

Once the poison got into his system, he only remembered himself falling to the ground, his muscles stiffened with an ugly old doctor poking into his flesh as the old man claimed he was poisoned.

So he could only remain there, acting dead and almost killed in her hands.

He had cursed at her for being so inconsiderate when he realized how quiet it was. He opened his eyes slightly to find the servants, people who once stood in front of his body was gone. A rain of blood had already replaced their spot. He had looked over to her only to see her eyes glowing in delight. With one look, he could tell that she was the mastermind of it all. Without even using her own hands to get dirty, she already killed off her enemies.

Yet when she did use her hands, she was ruthless.

His pupils constricted.

He nearly forgot one problem. He had been there when Hongyue put her hands on the wand. It clearly showed she had no powers. He was confident it was her, that red figure he saw that night.

But just what was she?