The water in the cave is still ticking...... Ticking ...... sound, for Sandor, this is a rare silence and solitude, but this is just his honey, my arsenic. For Histeria, the few minutes she woke up were the hardest moments, and Sandor's gaze seemed to her to be that of the most ferocious devil in the dark galaxy.

It's so strange that Sandora like this doesn't do anything but look at her like this. Heatheria didn't know how long she had been unconscious, and under Sandor's gaze, she began to think crankily.

Could it be that it was because they had already met with an accident while she was unconscious, so he had time to think about what to do with her now? No, no, they should still be useful, he could use them to threaten her, and watch her become more painful. They should be safe now, and he's most likely thinking about how to use them to punish her......

No matter what Heatellia thought, she had to admit that the initiative was in Sandor's hands after all, and that she was too careless, no matter how happy she was, she couldn't put her companions' lives in danger. Thinking about it, Sisteria became more and more annoyed, but she still didn't come up with any solution, only to make her already restless heart even more anxious.

Pressed by the fear and anxiety in his heart and the powerful gaze from the outside world, Sisteria was finally defeated, and his neutral and hoarse voice echoed in the cave: "Sandor, what do you want?" ”

Heatheria stubbornly looked up at Sandor, meeting Sandor's gaze head-on.

The white eyes in the dark are not so compelling, but have a softness that you can't usually see.

What was he thinking?

Heatheria was a little surprised, but soon she realized that it was her delusion.

A feeling of suffocation echoed clearly in my mind.

Heatheria couldn't help but try to break Sandor's hand, but it was in vain.

Sandor grabbed Hesteria by the neck once more, forcing her against the wall.

What do you want?

Sisteria's words made the violent factor in his body burst out.

Was she still worried about the humanoid test subjects?

An indescribable love brewed in Sang Duo's heart, and a cold smile was recalled in the cave, "Hehehe...... What do I think? Histeria, I warned you before, didn't I? You actually forgot about it, is there something wrong with that little bug in your body? ”

Sharp nails pressed against Sistria's slender neck as she slowly walked upward, and Sistria shuddered at her.

The hoarse and cold words were still lingering in her ears, and she could even feel the cold breath invade her ears, making her feel even colder: "Histeria, do you want me to break your skull and take a look, will that little bug still move?" ”

Sisteria couldn't help but start to tremble, but she forcibly restrained herself, her beautiful nails already embedded in Sandor's arms.

However, Sandor didn't care, and a wave of excitement swept through his heart, which made him feel more refreshed than he drank the purest virgin blood!

"Hehehe...... My Histria, you know scared? Like a lover's murmur, low and soft, it sounded in his ears, and Sandor's cold, purest repetition rubbed against Sistria's small ears, the most lingering movements were the most cold, "But, my Sistria, do you know now that it is too late to be afraid?" ”

"If you learn to be a little better before, those friends of yours ......"

"You, what are you going to do with them...... Uh......"

Did Sandor really harm them?

A sense of desperation combined with an even more oppressive feeling of suffocation spread through his chest, and Heatheria began to feel some pain.

"What do you think I'm going to do with them?" Sandor followed Hesteria's ears to her, their faces pressed against each other, Sandor's white eyes silently looking into Sistria's blue eyes, as if to look into the depths of her heart from the bottom of her eyes. The two of them make a lingering and affectionate look at each other as a couple, but discuss cruel and bloody topics.

What will Sandor do with them?

Hearing this question, Histeria couldn't help but tremble in her heart.

What else would Sandor do to them, she had seen the way Sandor treated his prey, ravaging them, making them deeply afraid, making them lose hope, and finally torturing them to death. All of their endings can't escape a single dead word.

Heatheria half-bit her lower lip and remained silent. It's not that she doesn't want to speak, but she feels that if she speaks, the panic and uneasiness in her heart will definitely vent without hesitation, and she will be completely defeated, and she will never recover, besides, the suffocation accumulated in her mind tells her that she can't open her mouth at all!

"Or do you want to know what I did to them?" Sandor asked again, "Oh, I forgot, you can't speak like this. ”

Fresh air rushed into my chest.

"Ahem, ahem......" Hesteria fell to the ground like a dehydrated fish, gulping for fresh air.

"Ah......" Before Sisteria could catch her breath, she only felt the heaviness of her body, and the air she had just inhaled was forcibly pressed out by the heaviness.

Sandor tugged at Hesteria's long hair and cut her hands behind her, pressing her body like a mountain against her, making her unable to move.

"Now you can talk." Cold statement, "Why, don't you want to know?" ”

She wanted to know, but she didn't want Sandor to sue her! For with Sandor's temperament, how could they be well? She'd rather not know!

Finally, a pleading look appeared in Heatria's eyes.

"So you don't want to know...... "Sandor leaned down and whispered in Hesteria's ear, his hoarse voice with a smile of uncontrollable pleasure, "Sistria, do you know that your weak and pitiful appearance is really beautiful. Hehehehe...... What should I do, the more you are like this, the more I want to sue you and how I ...... them"

Something wet and soft licking your ears!

Heatheria froze.

"Hehehehehe......" Obviously, Sistria's reaction greatly pleased Sandor, and a dull low laugh erupted from his chest.

The cold, moist tongue moved from her ears to Sistria's neck like a snake's kiss, and the cold breath sprayed around her veins, and Sandor seemed to smell the delicacies of this world.

"It smells so good...... Hesteria's body is really strange, it is already a dead man's body, how can it still emit such a fragrant smell to tempt me? It's more fragrant than that little girl's body, and I really want to taste it, will your blood be like that little girl's, with a strong milky fragrance? ”

Heatheria shook her head, she wanted to shake off what Sandor had just said, and desperately told herself that these words were not true, but the picture of how Sandor bit Yan Qi to death had flashed in her mind, and she thought of Yan Qi's eyes wide open in horror, and she died with fear and pain, and she didn't blink your eyes!

"That little girl's skin is so thin, and when I touch my teeth, it cracks, and blood gushes out, and I can't even suck it......" Sandor seemed to be reminiscing, and as if he was maliciously teasing Histria, "you know right, like you once ate small animals...... They struggle and twitch around your mouth, and finally they become cold and hard, and you are willing to let go of your mouth......"

The last hope was dashed in Sandor's cruel description.

Yan Qi was really ...... by him Great sorrow poured out of Sisteria's chest, and she only felt that her chest hurt so much that she couldn't help but cry out.

"No......" Histeria couldn't help but shout, her voice filled with indescribable sadness.

It's all her fault, she hates it, she hates it......

"Don't be in a hurry to refuse...... I can't help but ......" Sandor grabbed Sistria's hair with one hand and cut Hesteria's hands behind her back with the other, forcing her to expose her slender neck to his sharp teeth, he took a heavy breath and sighed, "What a fragrance......

"Sandor, I hate you......" Heatheria shook her head with difficulty, her blue eyes shining as if in tears, half goodbye and half hate.

"Hehehehe...... Hate, Histria, the more you hate, the better, and the more you hate, the more painful it is. ”

Hate, let you also taste the inner torment, and spend the rest of your absurd life with me in remorse and hatred.

"Tick...... Tick ...... "There was a cracking sound in the empty cavern.

"No—" followed by Histria's low wail.

Under the white pupils, Sisteria was like a swan with a lamenting neck, and the bright red blood slowly flowed out, stimulating every cell of Sandor with a desperate beauty, making him shudder, and after the trembling was an unstoppable thirst, this unbearable ** prompted him to frantically suck the sweet and delicious blood.