Chen Xuanliang is the dog I keep.
He is my backup plan.
If one day my desires beco entirely uncontainable, he was the only sowhat palatable choice among the generally foul fare.
I’d just have to devour him.
He was also waiting for that day.
But before he could wait for it, he died.
With his death, I didn’t have ti to find another less foul-slling morsel.
So I could only transfer my desires onto the pursuits of power and murder.
During that period, I was absolutely terrifying to others.
The feeling of being in a high position, holding power, could slightly alleviate my plight.
Killing... slitting their throats, ripping out their hearts, watching life vanish before my eyes—blood could fill my emptiness.
But acquiring power requires various preconditions. Killing people recklessly is not an option.
I can’t satisfy my hunger; I really can’t. That feeling of desire tornting every late night nearly drove mad.
I’ve already made up my mind. I won’t let the Demon Pattern consu , but if there cos a day when I can no longer endure, I can only sink my teeth into those foul-slling n.
To rid myself of the devouring desires.
Wrapping arms around the slender waist, gently caressing the soft abdon, feeling that pronounced abs, Chen Che stayed silent for a mont then said, "But this way... aren’t you already consud by desire?"
An Nishang’s eyes lowered; she smiled and said, "Yes, but at least this way, it buys more ti.
A slut with a chaotic, depraved private life.
A woman who would stop at nothing for power.
A monster who kills for pleasure.
In this realm of twisted interests within the Night Empire, what kind of person do you think lives the longest?"
Clearly, only the first type poses the least threat to others; only moral condemnation can be leveled... besides, there’s no morality on the Wasteland.
Nearly only as the first type does one face the fewest restrictions and threats.
For the latter two types, everyone has their limits of tolerance, once exceeded, they beco the target of all.
They will be attacked by everyone.
An Nishang knows this well.
"So you chose ? My foul self."
"You’re not foul." An Nishang smiled, suddenly bit Chen Che’s chest, causing him to grimace in pain.
Blood dyed her lips crimson, making them appear even more enchanting. She leisurely licked Chen Che’s wound with her tongue, and the bleeding cut rapidly healed and scabbed...
Chen Che knew that only when emotions fluctuated intensely would An Nishang act this way.
"When I first saw you, I intended to kill you, and those behind you, bringing them out to kill as well.
The reason was simple: no one wants others to pry into their past, no one wants others to overhear, what’s on their mind?
The mont I saw your face, I knew soone set their sights on .
Thus, I wanted you dead, and all those behind you dead too.
But... I discovered sothing different."
"You... don’t sll foul at all... not a trace of it!"
An Nishang’s gaze showed obsession as she sucked on Chen Che’s wound, continuing to speak slowly: "If I liken all n in this world to rotting, foul at, you are like a piece of fresh at, uncookable, yet fresh raw at without the stench of decomposing flesh.
This discovery delighted .
You’re the first man I’ve t like this, and after understanding everything, I couldn’t resist.
You seem like a divine gift ant to pull back from the brink of Hell.
So you’re quite honored to be my first man."
Chen Che’s heart trembled.
In his mory, there was no red spot on their first night together.
So he assud that An Nishang might have had other n before him, which wasn’t unusual for such a woman.
But he never imagined he would be the pioneer on this path.
Thinking carefully, it seems rather normal.
Like the majority of girls trained in martial arts or dance, their mbranes often break naturally due to intense activity.
With An Nishang’s skills and abilities, she must’ve participated in various warfare activities.
During such intense actions, it might have torn long ago.
Naturally, there would be no trace left.
Suddenly feeling honored, in the apocalypse, a virgin is imnsely rare.
An Nishang licked the blood off her lips with her tender tongue, leaning into his embrace as she continued, "The Apocalypse Society ordered you to approach ; I know what they intend.
But I don’t regard this insignificant cult. As long as you’re useful to , I can tolerate so small maneuvers under my nose.
After all, I can’t find another fresh, unfoul piece of at like you.
Compared to eating those foul ats, you as fresh raw at, though still bloody, are at least swallowable."
Hearing An Nishang’s heartfelt words, Chen Che knew it was all true.
The cloud of doubt in his mind dissipated a bit.
An Nishang continued, her scarlet eyes gazing at him with infatuation, obsession, and fervor.
"You know? I’ve turned a blind eye to what you’ve done behind my back for the Apocalypse Society. You fundraise for them; you traffic people; as my male pet, I grant you such authority.
Your various endeavors appeared ambitionless to .
Moreover, with other matters occupying , I shifted my focus away from you; to , you’re rely a little pet being switched out, incapable of stirring up a substantial whirlwind.
But when things with Moore exploded, from there gaining all sorts of intelligence, it looked as though you leaked my arms intelligence to fundraise more for the Apocalypse Society.
I was furious.
My emotions reached their peak.
Coupled with the decreasing emotional value you provide... a hint of stench had appeared on you.
I couldn’t hold back, so I strangled you."
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