…… There is no fresh sound in my ears.

Time froze, Jin Shanlai's gaze froze, and he blended with this person's murderous aura like this.

The throat was choked, and he was drowning in the sharp eyes and chaotic breath of this demon. Suffocated, the blood veins are dissipating life.

Instinctively afraid, hesitant, not knowing what the person in front of him is going to do?

He's Ye Tian! He Kim Sun-lai is the most intimate and trusted person, what is he afraid of him to do?

There was a flash of inspiration in my mind, but it was only fleeting.

Kim Sun-rae understands very well that this moment is deceitful and unusual. He was firmly caught by this condescending gaze with a slight reaction and movement, and he couldn't move, because he didn't know what this weird-looking young master was going to do in the next moment!!

There was a thud, followed by a clatter of shadows that floated like fallen leaves sweeping across the ground. Kim Sun-rae's eyes widened suddenly, he knew that there could be no fallen leaves in this season frozen by ice and snow.

Sure enough, from Ye Tian's clothes flying, it seems that he can't resist the phantom butterfly that wants to gush out!

Purple is the most magical color. Ever since the young master killed Jun Xianyi, his phantom butterfly had turned into such a beautiful and dangerous color. This strange movement is the phantom butterfly dancing wildly, setting off a noise in this suffocating atmosphere.

The phantom butterfly is the doppelganger of the young master, and these things are as manic as the master. It's dangerous, it's clamoring, and even, it's like Ye Tian's surging wildness and instinct, and he is willing to be bound and imprisoned.

……

This is, enchanted?

The moon was very quiet, so quiet that it seemed to freeze the brilliance, and it was projected in Ye Tian's already reddened eyes.

“…… Leaf, Leaf Tim? What happened to you? Stunned, in the midst of this extremely strange confrontation, it was Jin Shanlai who forced himself to settle down this instinctive sense of crisis, and his breathing was rapid but intermittent. It seems that this breath is about to be condensed under this unpredictable evil aura and forced gaze.

However, if he didn't speak, he was afraid that the young master would not know himself even more. Looking at his completely irrational and calm eyes, he was afraid that Ye Tian would cut his throat like a hungry wolf in the next moment.

Then frantically devoured him.

The young master has always been gentle and kind, even though he knows that he is Ye Xuanming's only son, the only heir of this red-blooded fan. But Kim Shanlai never doubted Ye Tian's nature. They are the closest people, they have known each other for several years, but they have never seen Ye Tian like this.

Even when he was the most emotional, forced by the demon to boil his blood and be irritable, the young master had never been so abnormal. For the first time, the phantom butterfly's hostility and murderous aura were all directed at him Jin Shan.

Not good, so bad! Is it really a catastrophe? Nature can't sit still,

After a while, Jin Shan came back to his soul, he had to say something and do something in order to arouse the nature of the young master! Otherwise, he Jin Shanlai will become a victim of the next demonic madness?

Before he could speak, he cleverly linked the death of his senior sister with the demon person in front of him. He believes in the young master, but it is difficult to believe in the madness of the demon.

The senior sister was lying under the dead tree that had been torn down by the sudden huge wind, and the young master didn't seem to know him Jin Shan was coming. So isn't it all the tragedy of all this, in the final analysis, the legacy of the red-blooded Huagong?!

All kinds of emotions are intricately entangled, there is the instinct to survive, there is uncontrollable sorrow, and there are faint doubts and worries. The young master promised him that he would no longer practice that magic skill.

But it turns out that it's too late?

Before he could ask in person, Jin Shanlai, who had come to ask for help, was caught off guard and was already unable to protect himself. Heaven and man are at war, and he is melancholy and contradictory. Tell yourself that the young master will not hurt anyone, but the fact in front of him is that he may also die at his hands.

This is the young master, this is Ye Tian. Who would he look at now? I wonder if this cry can wake him up from his sank into violence and evil spirits?

“…… Ahh The man's dark hair drooped slightly, and his voice in response was cold but ambiguous. It was like a high heavenly god looking down on the ants at his feet, and the young master's mind was finally slowly pulled back by this light call from the nine heavens away. As if to see him clearly, the tall man bent his back even more, so that he could get closer to the person in his palm.

The faces of the heavens and men were dyed with an uninhibited evil color, and an ambiguous breath came to his face, scorching on the tip of Jin Shanlai's nose. It makes people unconsciously more flustered, and the heartbeat, which was originally stopped by fear, begins to be manic......

"Yes, I ......" Jin Shanlai was happy, he thought that the young master finally recognized him. However, as soon as his throat tightened, his feet were almost lifted off the ground.

The strangulation of the neck and the inability to focus on the toes are all reduced to an embarrassed kiss. Plugged Kim Sun-rae's exclamation back into his lips.

A wicked, bloody kiss......

Where is this tender response?

It is clear that it is the nature that he Ye Tian has always wanted to vent.