Font
Large
Medium
Small
Night
PrevPage Index    Favorite Next

Chapter 57 Devil May Cry(2/2)

Like poison, it is immersed in Lear's internal organs.

Joanna put the gun on her head and wanted to commit suicide, but she was about to pull the trigger.

Click!

Rhode used his fingernail to cut a wound on his index finger, and the blood was cut out, cutting off one of Joanna's arms, and fell to the ground with a click. The broken mouth on Joanna's shoulder was squirting blood.

"Lear must come...kill you."

Rhodes said calmly.

Xia Mo looked at Lear's painful expression, and his heart was as painful as a colic, tormenting Xia Mo's mind.

"I'm sorry... I'm really sorry. Lear has done so much for me, but I don't know anything. If Lear can survive if he kills me, then please kill me. Don't feel guilty about it, don't feel pain because of killing me. This is my own voluntary. There is only this I can do, and only this I can do for Lear."

Xia Mo held back her crying and used all her strength to squeeze out a smile.

"Please forget me."

Xia Mo put a pistol on Lear's hand, wrapped her palm around Lear's hand, and asked Lear to hold the pistol tightly.

"What are you talking nonsense! What stupid things are you talking nonsense...you talk nonsense!"

Lear made a whisper like a spell, and he suddenly shook off his pistol.

Lear's legs kneeling on the ground were backing back, and his face twisted in pain. He suddenly lowered his head and held his head with both hands.

“Ahhhh————”

Lear let out a beastly roar, and it was also a wail of despair and chaos.

The cry moved everyone else.

Xia Mo came forward and wanted to stop him.

"Don't touch her!" Rhode blocked Xia Mo, "At least, let him cry enough..."

Lear's screams tugged Rhode's heartstrings.

Without an exaggerated smile or a dripping flesh and blood, Rhode was very calm until a line of blood came down from the corner of Rhode's eyes.

Rhode picked up the handkerchief on his chest and wiped away his tears. The ultimate pleasure penetrated into his brain.

Lear continued to roar, as if he was vomiting his soul.
Chapter completed!
PrevPage Index    Favorite Next