It's really the most beautiful thing in the world, but not everyone's blood can awaken the killing in my heart. So, are you ready to sacrifice your flesh and blood to my thin blade?

The man took two steps forward, but before he could stand still, the black shadow in front of him flashed rapidly, and he almost immediately raised the gun in his hand.

In contrast, the person in front of him moved faster, a silver light pierced the night, and the pain in the wrist deep into the bone marrow was transmitted through the nerves into the man's cerebral cortex.

The blood splashed was like a red mist, wetting the man's eyebrows and eyes, and the turquoise eyes were covered with blood, making the man's originally gloomy aura even more crazy, and the murderous intent in his eyes was unabashedly revealed.

"Although so......" The cold blades between the white-gloved fingers under the black cloak reflected the hollow dark eyes on the mask in the night.

"But I hate it when people point guns at me."

The rather friendly atmosphere suddenly fell to freezing point. The fingers of the man's other hand wiped the blood from his shirt, then put it to his lips and licked it with his tongue out.

"I'm amazed by your speed, tell me, your name." The man looked down and sucked at the bleeding wound on his wrist, but his eyes stared dangerously at the man standing in front of him.

"Giggle......

The beautiful male voice suddenly deepened, like a demon crawling out of hell, and the voice was so strange that it made the soles of the feet chill.

M couldn't help but squint his eyes and look at him darkly.

"The last person who knew my name, huh...... Now the corpse is probably rotten to the point where it can't be rotted anymore. As if recalling something very meaningful, the masked man spoke in a casual tone, mixed with a little smugness.

"But it's a pity, you can't kill me." M sneered disdainfully, and suddenly burst out, like a hungry wolf locked on its prey, leaping in the air, spinning its legs like a blast of wind, and kicking straight at the black-clothed masked man.

The corners of his mouth under the mask hooked up a contemptuous smile, and he turned sideways like lightning to avoid the man's powerful leg whip, kicked the crook of the man's leg, stepped on the man's instep, and stomped the ground.

M's eyes were sharp, and his right hand took out a sharp scalpel out of nowhere, and stabbed it precisely into the masked man's neck.

Tsk, it's really stupid, are you still trying to resist? A bloodthirsty red light flashed through the clear eyes under the mask, and his elbow slammed into the man's mouth.

"Hmm............" The man snorted as he slashed diagonally with the scalpel in his hand, and staggered back a few steps.

A half-palm-long cut was cut through the arm of the black cloak, and warm liquid trickled down the arm and dripped onto the ground.

The familiar smell of fish makes the person under the mask frown slightly, although he doesn't feel pain, but the blood he sheds really makes people feel very bad, this damn guy.

"Tut-tut...... You're bleeding, how do you feel? The man smacked his lips with a gloating smile and said triumphantly, "Your own blood smells good, doesn't it?" ”

"Huh...... You'll find out if you try it......"

Faster than before, a more ferocious and fierce attack pounced on the man holding his wrist, and the hook-like hand grabbed the man's throat fiercely.

The iron pincer-like palm made the man's handsome face twist for a moment, and then he raised his hand and pinched the wound on the masked man's arm, twisting it hard, and the viscous blood soaked his palm.

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