Wang Yunxiao staggered backward and fell to the ground, feeling the strength in his body rapidly draining away.
There was absolutely no taste to speak of; he only felt as if a high-powered extractor fan had been forcibly stuffed into his mouth, desperately trying to suck his internal organs out through it.
"Hehehehe—"
The girl's laughter sounded simple and honest, innocent and pure, but in this situation, it seemed so bizarre and terrifying.
"You have her scent on you."
Huh???
Who???
Wang Yunxiao was utterly terrified, even more so than when he had faced Kong Ting before.
He vaguely thought of something, but he was unwilling to believe it.
The image of the girl before him became increasingly vivid, her long, dark-purple hair drifting in the air, blending seamlessly with the night.
He struggled to get up, instinctively reaching out to push the girl in front of him, only to find that the mask on his face hadn't been removed.
