He and His Black Moonlight

Two days later, I was woken up in the middle of the night by screams. Shen Jing wasn’t in bed.

The bedroom was on the second floor. I put on my pajamas and quietly left the room.

Downstairs in the hall.

Several men were kneeling on the ground, screaming.

Shen Jing said lightly, “Cut out their tongues.”

One of them roared, “Shen Jing, you f*cking killed my brother back then! He just secretly took your woman’s kidney, but you were going to drain her blood anyway, so what, now you’re pretending to be a good guy?”

Shen Jing chuckled, “I only want her blood, but the premise is that I want her alive.

“Your brother was my man, but he betrayed me so easily because of that woman Bai Man’s pillow talk.

“What’s the point of keeping such a disobedient person?”

That person saw Shen Jing’s subordinate approaching him step by step with a small knife, and a look of fear appeared in his pupils: “Don’t come closer! Don’t come closer…

“Shen Jing… you won’t have a good end!!! Beast!!”

These vicious and sorrowful curses and insults.

A prophecy fulfilled.