Through the net king's blood dyed snow

Hei Xie looked wantonly at Zaoyuan who was pulling the corner of his clothes, his brown eyes were filled with contempt.A woman like this who has no self-esteem can only become an abandoned and useless material in the end.

"Yuko Hayono, I can help you get through the heart-wrenching pain of medicine, but you will have to pay for it." Kuro took out a white porcelain bottle from his arms and threw it to Saozono who was lying on the ground. "Eat her and you won't be in pain, but if you lost two of the three matches with Zishang Ranxue..." A strange smile spread across Hei's face, and the evil spirit brought out the evil spirit again. A little bloodthirsty.

Zaoyuan looked at Hei who was slowly squatting down in horror, fear, fear, and trembling were on the verge of breaking out.Why does this man feel dangerous to her every time.

Seeing the horror in Zaoyuan's crimson eyes, Hei smiled with satisfaction.Hands gently attached to the face of early garden.

This face!Is it really the same as Zishang dyed snow?When will it be possible to see such a look of fear in the real Zishang Ranxue's eyes.That should be fun.

The corner of the mouth was curved, Kuro stretched out his hand and patted Saozono's head lightly. "Well, don't show such a scared look, I'm not a demon, I won't kill you." It's just that he is more terrifying than a demon.

"You...why help me." The voice was small, frightened but suppressed all the time.

"Didn't you beg me just now? Beg me to help you." Provoking Zaoyuan's chin, his brown eyes were full of delicate expressions.

Zaoyuan shrank back in fear, clutching her chest tightly with her hands, cold sweat dripped on her forehead, and the red rose birthmark was soaked in sweat but looked even more beautiful.

yes!It was she, Yuko Sozono, who humbly grabbed the hem of his clothes and begged him, begging him to relieve her of this pain, she really couldn't bear the heart-wrenching pain.

With trembling hands, he reached for the white porcelain bottle, opened it and drank it recklessly.It won't hurt so much after drinking it.

Hei Zao got up and lay down on a wall of the bathroom, gently playing with his long black hair with his hands, and slightly opened his lips to say something that Zaoyuan regretted.

"The price for Yuko Sozono to drink that medicine is—disfigurement."

"Pa-da~" The white porcelain bottle fell to the ground and shattered piece by piece.The silver-white curly hair was somewhat messy, the crimson eyes became confused, and the originally white and lovely baby face turned pale at this moment.

The consequences of unraveling the heart-biting pain are disfigurement, what a joke.Zaoyuan suddenly got up from the ground and grabbed Hei's collar fiercely.The heart no longer hurts, but the price is the face, what is he kidding, how can she let this face be destroyed now.Otherwise, everything she did would be meaningless.

"Are you kidding, how can I be disfigured now. Do you think everything I have done is finished?" Anger distorted Zaoyuan's entire face, and the originally beautiful face (which did not belong to her) began to become hideous.

woman!As long as the benefits are lost, no matter how elegant and arrogant they are, they will be distorted by reality in the end.

A black light appeared when he stretched out his hand, and threw Zaoyuan who was grabbing the collar of the black collar violently, blood slowly dripping down the corner of Zaoyuan's mouth.

"Why are you so excited, I haven't finished talking yet!" Twisting the black hair lightly, Hei walked towards Zaoyuan step by step.

He is a devil, a devil like a Satanic man, so scary.Trembling, trembling all over, she Saeno Yuko was afraid of the man in front of her.

"Well, don't be afraid that I won't hurt you." Kuro approached Sozono and reached out to rub her silver hair again.

"As long as you win Zishang Ranxue, as long as you win two of the three games, you will not be disfigured, and you will replace Zishang Ranxue forever and ever. As long as you win, you win."

"Win? As long as you win?" The crimson eyes raised and became puzzled.

Cursing the corners of her lips lightly, her hands seemed to be caressing Zaoyuan's hair. "Yes, as long as you win. No matter what means you use, just win."

"Yes, to defeat Zishang Ranxue, no matter what means." The crimson eyes became vicious and determined.

"Hey, I want to win." A wanton smile swayed on Hei's face.

What would you do Zi Shang dyed the snow like this?