She played off after wearing the book

Chapter 887 Booty

Withdrawing his wandering thoughts, Herman looked down at the blood on his body and twitched the corners of his lips ironically.

Although the woman's knife stabbed deeply, but because of his own special physique, except for the little blood splashed when he pulled out the dagger, there was no bleeding profusely.

To be honest, he really thought he was going to die at the time. After all, the woman was impartial and pierced the heart well. If it were someone else, the body would be completely cold by now.

Herman thought to himself mockingly, raised his hand and unbuttoned his shirt one by one.

Following the boy's movements, the body under the shirt was slowly revealed under the silvery moonlight.

It is not a body that can be called a teenager or an adult man. There are ugly scars criss-crossing on it, and new and old wounds are stacked together. Even a killer who licks blood with the tip of a knife can't help frowning when he sees it. .

However, such a wound is a great compliment to Heman. He narrowed his eyes slightly, with a sick smile on his face, and his slender fingers fondly stroking the criss-crossing scars on his body.

At this moment, he is like a cheetah licking the scars on his body with his tongue. These scars are his trophies, treasures that others cannot take away.

Because of Fraser Stringer's contract with the devil, his body will heal automatically when he is injured, and this situation will continue to the next generation.

In other words, if Herman is injured, his body will heal automatically, but he hates this kind of healing, which will make him realize more clearly what is the relationship between him, his father, and that disgusting demon. What kind of connection.

As soon as he thought about it, Herman felt nauseous and wanted to vomit. For this reason, he began to try various methods of self-harm. After a long time, he really found it.

It was a poison that he found by accident when he was looking for a medicine to restore memory for his mother, a poison that could hinder the healing of wounds.

With this poison, his wounds are no different from ordinary people.

It's a pity that he couldn't smear the medicine on places like the heart, so even if the woman stabbed him a few more times, before the two of them died, Leif Dern and Fraser Stringer, he was still alive. Attachments are not dead.

"How long do you want to watch? Why? Because your father is old and fading, so you changed your target?"

Herman stopped stroking the wound, and a pair of amber eyes coldly glanced at the shadow in the corner.

"Master Herman, sir, please."

But in an instant, a person walked out of the corner that was empty before. It was Leif Dern who signed the contract with Fraser Stringer.

"Heh, what did the old bastard ask me for?"

Herman looked at Rafe Dern mockingly. If he hadn't been fledgling now, he would not have let either of these two people go.

"I don't know."

Ref Durne's expression didn't change a bit.

Herman didn't bother to break up with this man, and after taking off his shirt casually, he changed back to his favorite black cloak on weekdays.

"Let's go."

Glancing at Rev Durn who was still standing still, Herman left after dropping two words, and Rev Durn immediately raised his heels upon seeing this.

After the two left the room with their front and rear feet, there was a sudden wave of spiritual power in the air.

"A contract that heals wounds?"

The man in red who didn't know when appeared in Herman's room looked at the white shirt that the teenager discarded casually, and the corner of his lips curled into a meaningful arc.

(End of this chapter)