The Anarchic Consort (Book 1)

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Tour Guide Liu cursed softly and pushed everyone away drunkenly. He then saw a black silhouette standing silently at a short distance from them. There was nothing in his hands, but a pair of exquisite white gloves set off the curvature of his fingers that appeared extremely clean, and there was bloodlust emitting from his body. The cold night covered him in shadows, clumps of black feathers fell from the sky out of nowhere and landed beside his feet.

Tour Guide Liu became alerted. Once he fixed his gaze on the silhouette he sneered, "There I was wondering who it was. It's you. You've come to offer yourself without me looking for you." As he spoke, he made eye contact with the person beside him.

However, the person did not even move. His eyes were trembling and fear was written all over his face.

Tour Guide Liu gritted his teeth and reached out his hand to push him. At this moment, the black silhouette looked up slowly and his beautiful amorous eyes were entirely red by now. He looked like a demonic aristocratic vampire emitting a dangerous aura that would terrify people into fleeing.

The more handsome he looked, the more dangerous he was.

The more he smiled, the more turbulent the darkness behind him grew as if there was something hiding behind him.

Tour Guide Liu was shocked into soberness. His face was pale-white as he tried to run away, but no one spared him any time.

The black silhouette looked at him as his cold eyes squinted slowly!

In an instant, innumerable demons appeared from the darkness, dragged the person before him to the side with a mouthful and fresh blood splattered everywhere!

"Ah!!" A pathetic screech pierced through the silence in the alley, Tour Guide Liu could only stare as his partner was dragged away. Flesh and blood were all splattered on his face!

He wanted to scream but he realized that his throat could not even make a sound. Fear had overwhelmed his entire body like a tidal wave.

There was nothing on his mind besides staying alive now. He was going to kneel and beg for forgiveness, but the darkness had already begun to approach him. Under the moonlight, the demons bared fangs and brandished claws.

In the midst of the massacre, the slender silhouette smiled and muttered lowly, his voice was magnetic yet otherworldly. It was like a demon's chant attacking his eardrums, "I'm not as good-tempered as Wei Wei, I won't wait till tomorrow to settle you."

As black crow feathers fell to the ground, everything went back to normal in just a few minutes. As if no one had existed in the alley, everything returned to darkness.

The silhouette looked at this scene with his lips curled. With long strides away from the place, he gradually merged into the darkness...

After Helian Wei Wei shared a WeChat moment, she stopped to chat with her team for a while. After she was done leaving instructions for Monkey and S, she saw His Highness walking in from outside. She twitched her eyebrows and asked, "When did you go out?"

"Just now. I went down to get a bottle of red wine." Baili Jia Jue lied expressionlessly. He turned and reached for two wine glasses. However, when he laid eyes on his gloves, he frowned and took off his left glove. He casually threw it into the rubbish bin, then he turned and met Helian Wei Wei's gaze.

Helian Wei Wei walked over, "What's wrong with this glove? Why did you just throw it away?"

"It's dirty." His Highness stood in front of her easily and pulled her into his embrace with one move.

Based on His Highness' personality, Helian Wei Wei did not feel like it was in his character to dirty his own gloves. But after some thought, she surmised that His Highness must be suffering from his mysophobia again, so she did not wonder further. She raised her wine glass and started drinking.