"Despair, repent, fear, and then die with a wail... What a nice line, hmm, it's mine now." A teasing whisper muttered behind the pile of debris.
Cold lenses gazed quietly through the darkness at the fierce entanglement between the man and woman on the open rooftop.
"Die die die die, die for me!" Feng Yuhuai twisted her waist, hair wildly flung, her arms whipped with a sound like a venomous snake flicking its tongue.
"Hahahaha, keep an eye on your appearance, being blind is no excuse to look so ugly." Cang Qingsen dodged left and right, the dagger in his hand wildly slashing, his laughter sickly, attempting to further enrage Feng Yuhuai.
His left foot twisted, dodging the incoming "Snake Hand" as he turned, then his calf shook violently, stamping forcefully as his waist bent like a spring, maneuvering bizarrely to Feng Yuhuai's diagonal rear.
