In the dark night, Makoto is like a cheetah awakened by blood, opening its frightening fangs.

An Yang looked at his vigorous skills and was suddenly stunned.

The system was joining in the fun, and when I turned around, I found that Anyang had returned to the space and was quickly flipping through the plot.

[System: What's going on?] 】

[Anyang: The plot is wrong! 】

[System: What?! 】

An Yang clenched his palms and looked at the outside situation displayed on the screen, his eyes narrowing dangerously.

[I'm not mistaken, Cheng was born in black boxing, and there is no faction in boxing, and killing is the standard. 】

After mentioning the system, she found that Cheng's skills were agile and vigorous, but he was more like a practitioner.

[This sincerity is not the sincerity in the plot. 】

[System: That, who is he......]

[Anyang: I don't know. Maybe it's sincerity, or maybe it's not ......]

[System: What about our mission?!] 】

[Anyang: Wait and see. Since he found out, there must be a reason why he can't give up on me. As long as you wait, there will definitely be a turnaround. And didn't you notice that they just called him Mr. Han? It's a bit interesting to have a pseudonym so early. 】

[System: ......] It suddenly feels so difficult......

The rich smell of blood permeated the strange stone forest, and An Yang looked at the bloody scene, and finally couldn't help retching. Her stomach, which had not eaten, repeatedly swallowed sour water, and she stood up against the stone.

Under the clear moonlight, she easily found Makoto in the crowd. That handsome face was stained with blood, and the color was compelling.

"Brother, I'm sorry......" Under the choked cry, Makoto, who was covered in blood, hugged her.

The cold blood stained her body, and it also made her tears change color.

"Cheng An will listen to his brother in the future."

Her hands tightly wrapped around Makoto's neck, and under the choked cry, she couldn't help but sob, "Don't fight anymore in the future, okay......"

"Cheng An, fighting is to survive."

Anyang didn't understand why she had to fight if she lived, but she didn't ask, because she had a high fever when she got home. Nightmares kept chasing her with bloody stumps. One after another, begging for mercy and cursing, like an invisible demon dragging her to hell.

"Brother, I'm afraid ......"

Tears soaked Cheng's clothes, and he looked at the crying person in his arms, and his half-narrowed eyes were filled with a cold color that he had never seen before.

You're obviously different, but because you're different, it's mine.

They don't want to touch you......

Anyang ran in a terrifying dream, and she didn't know why her brother hadn't come to save her yet.

In the midst of the weeping, the road ahead suddenly opened up and brightened, and blood-colored roses bloomed.

She heard a gentle voice, carried by the wind.

"Girl, it's time to go home."

She stopped in a daze and looked up to see a vague manor. A middle-aged couple snuggled together, and one of them beckoned to her, as if to let her pass.

"Daddy...... Mother ......" she shouted inexplicably, instinctively wanting to get closer, but secretly felt that something was wrong.

In her hesitation, her hand was suddenly grabbed by a black hand emerging from the ground.

She screamed in fright, but the hand held her unrelentingly.

The solid ground turned into a muddy swamp, and she was forced to sink.

In the terrifying suffocating environment, her eyes were covered by that hand, and she heard a familiar voice coming to her face, "Cheng An, don't sleep......"