亚洲成a人v在线蜜臀

Translator: CKtalon Editor: CKtalon

The array world ushered in dusk. This dangerous world that could even slaughter true gods similarly had night and day. As night approached, the two suns of varying sizes had no choice but to subdue its blazing heat and sink slowly into the ground.

The setting suns were like drops of blood that dyed the dimming azure sky. The vivid crimson colors also seemed to be derived from the blood of the dirty monsters that soaked the lands.

The ice-cold crimson land was \'hell\' that even the monsters did not dare approach because standing in the middle of \'hell\' was a devil more terrifying than monsters.

The blood-covered devil had forbidding silver hair and a pale complexion. Its glazed eyes had black pupils with golden vortices that seemed to be perpetually rotating in them. The description of the devil was not sufficient to illustrate the terror that it possessed. It did not have a hideous body or a frightening aura. One could not even feel the existence of a \'soul\' from it.

It was like a soulless mass that acted like a cold machine powered by the gear-like golden vortices.

But maybe it was because the silver-haired devil lacked \'emotion\' that made it resemble a \'devil\'. The imperceptible but vivid feeling of death and the impossibility of seeing its true appearance because of the blood that covered its body prevented anyone from thinking of it as a \'human\'. There was also no way one could tell that this devil which did not have any breathing, heartbeat, emotions or soul was actually...

"Shi...Xiao...bai?"

Dawn gradually opened her eyes. In her blurry vision, the first thing she saw in the blood-red world was the silver-haired devil that was closest to her. In fact, she did not immediately recognize the devil whose true identity was beyond recognition. Out of instinct, she had muttered the boy\'s name she was most worried about the moment she regained consciousness.

But in the next instant, as her mind gradually cleared, she immediately recognized the silver-haired devil\'s true identity.

Even though the silver hair and the blood had changed his appearance, and although his cold and breathless state had wiped off all signs of humanity, she could still recognize the \'silver-haired devil\' in front of her to be the boy whom she recently got to know and was extremely concerned about.

"Shi Xiaobai."

She lightly whispered his name once again.

However, the boy named \'Shi Xiaobai\' did not give her any response. The pair of black eyes that were originally filled with hallowed light were now glistening with resplendent golden light. They were like a pitch black haze that sealed his soul within.

The girl frowned slightly as the nauseating smell of blood caused her to look to her side to witness the hellish scene of dismembered limbs everywhere. She easily guessed what had happened and she could easily predict what would happen next.

When she consecutively called out twice, it was obvious what the silver-haired devil that only had its killing instincts left would do once it had its attention garnered.

"Shi Xiaobai!"

However, she still shouted out his name a third time with a raised voice.

Finally, or perhaps, indeed, the silver-haired devil lowered its head slowly. Its ice-cold eyes reflected her figure before they were minced by the golden vortices again and again.

It let out a low growl. It was without any emotion and it resembled a wild beast that had caught scent of its prey.

Then, it stretched out its blood-stained hands towards her.

They were demonic hands that had been assimilated...after grabbing onto the \'devil\'s hand\'.

The pair of hands had torn apart hundreds, if not thousands of monsters. It had spilled blood and strewn organs across the barren land. It had used cruel deaths to accentuate this cruel world with even more cruelty.

The three-headed hellhound, Herat had witnessed the massacre that happened only moments ago. It had seen the pair of blood-covered devilish hands and the scene of it tearing its prey apart countless times. Up to that point in time, the scenes were still reverberating in its mind, like a nightmare.

Therefore, it knew what the silver-haired devil would do instinctively when it realized that it had neglected a fresh life tied to its waist.

It would definitely tear the girl attached to its waist into pieces.

Just like the tragic outcome of those monsters, that beautiful, warm-blooded body would be torn to shreds in a second. Boiling hot blood and viscous organs would splash onto the filthy ground and eventually stained by dust. It would be lost in the filthy corpses and with the passage of time, emit a stench until the smell completely disappeared.

And what was ironic about it was that the girl had done her best to force a smile and passion to pacify the boy of his worries up to the last second before she fainted.

The boy had once burned his will while running fervently for the girl. He climbed back up again and again after collapsing to the ground even though injuries covered every inch of his body. Yet, he continued to desperately protect the girl and had no choice but to transform into the ruthless devil up to the final moment in order to protect her.

They were willing to sacrifice themselves for each other and their love was as pure and beautiful as glass.

But at that very moment, the boy who transformed into a devil to save the girl had stretched its bloody hands towards the girl he wanted to save out of killing instinct, after having lost his humanity and reason.

In order to save her, he had partaken in the consumption of a bitter fruit, yet he would eventually down the wine of eternal regret of \'killing her himself\'.

To rip apart such a beautiful scene was what one would call a tragedy.

But Herat had never seen such an ironic and lamentable tragedy before.

Although it was a bachelor dog that hated \'love\' to the bone, it could not help but lose a bit of its initial excitement. It could not help but have feelings of compassion and empathy.

However, it was powerless to prevent anything.

The only thing it could do was to witness the birth and end of the tragedy while watching coldly by the side. In the future, it would remark at the greatness of that \'love\' and also spurn the ironic \'tragedy\'.

"Howl."

Herat howled softly as it gave its blessings to such a beautiful love that had no help to the matter.

...

Having just awoken, Dawn did not know that the bloody hands had been tearing apart prey while she was unconscious. She did not even know that the hand gesture that was slowly approaching her had resulted in savage deaths.

But even if she did not know, she could easily guess from the hellish scene she was in and guess at the reality.

The ice-cold eyes that were filled by the golden vortices could no longer hold her figure in them.

In his eyes, in everything he could see, including her, were bubbles that were repeatedly burst.

The silver-haired devil would not hesitate to vanquish any life in front of it.

Dawn clearly understood this cold and harsh fact.

But even so, she did not cease calling out his name after the first three times.

"Shi Xiaobai...Shi Xiaobai...Shi Xiaobai..."

There was no need for additional words, all she needed to do was to repeat his name.

She slowly twisted her slender figure that was tied to his waist. Finally, her feet touched the ground as they stood facing each other.

Due to the thick rope tying them together, her body was adhered tightly to his.

She could clearly sense that his body exuded a coldness. The originally warm embrace was now as cold as an icy cavern.

But even so, she still stretched both her hands out to hug his waist. She hugged him tightly and did so with even greater strength, as if she was using all of her strength to merge his body into her own, or fuse into his soul.

Even though the blood-stained devil\'s hand was holding onto her shoulders forcefully.

Even though death might descend upon her at the very next moment.

Even so, she still hugged him tightly and passionately called out his name.

"Shi Xiaobai..."

Such an act was not about giving up her struggle, nor was it to search for the final warmth in life.

The reason why she did not attempt to flee but instead hugged him tightly was not because she believed that it was pointless to flee but because she trusted him.

She firmly believed in him and believed that even though he had transformed into an inhumane devil, he would not harm her.

Such a \'belief\' filled the girl\'s emotions. One could call it simple-minded or one could also call it foolish.

Dawn naturally would not accept that she was a simple-minded girl, much less admit that she was a foolish nymphomaniac. Therefore, she had thought up of several logical reasons in a short span of time to give birth to that belief.

The objective clues were everywhere. For example—

For example, the crudely-made rope that was made from cloth was not torn. The rope was still tightly binding the two of them together.

For example, even in a bloody hell, even though there were hundreds, if not thousands of monsters ripped to pieces, she remained unharmed despite being the closest to him.

For example, the black beams of light were still shooting at them from every direction in an attempt to kill them, but the black beams were blocked by an invisible barrier, and the barrier had enveloped her within as well.

For example, the bloody hands that held her shoulders did not seem as cold and ruthless as they seemed on the surface. As its grip slowly increased in strength, it was also clearly trembling...

There were many objective reasons why he would not harm her, and all of that made her faith become ever more reliable.

However, the most important and most heart-felt reason was that in her eyes, he was definitely not a silver-haired devil.

It was just a slightly transformed—

"Shi Xiaobai."

She gently called out his name in an impassioned manner.

She had never imagined that there would be a day she would fall head over heels for a particular boy. Even though she realized how incorrigible her infatuation was, she willingly gave up her reason and chose to immerse herself within it.

The her from yesterday would definitely mock the present her.

But the present her only felt sweetness in her heart.

He protected her at the cost of transforming into a devil.

The reason why she could open her eyes again and still remain alive was all because he had given his all to protect her.

It would definitely not be overstepping any boundaries to imagine what painful but touching stories had happened while she was unconscious.

And just a tiny bit of imagination would cause her sweet thoughts to completely drown the terrifying guesses.

Even though she realized that she was in an ocean of sugary-sweetness, or that her life might be devoured by that sweetness at any time...

Even though she was being naive and silly...

She would still choose to hug him tightly in a manner that she could not extricate herself from and passionately call out his name.

"Shi Xiaobai."

She believed in him.

Even if he had transformed into a devil, he would definitely not harm her!

...

Herat slowly widened its eyes and watched the scene in front of it in disbelief.

The bloody hands that held the girl\'s shoulders did not rip the girl\'s body into two like it had expected. Instead, after trembling for a long while, the arms finally fell to the sides slowly and reached at the girl\'s slender waist before they gently hugged her.

The girl had hugged the devil tightly and the devil eventually returned it with a gentle embrace that should never have happened.

It was clearly a mindless and emotionless devil that was acting on instinct so why did that happen?

Or could it be said that gently treating the girl in his arms had also become an instinct of the silver-haired devil?

Or could it be said that the deep emotions of the girl had reformed the heartless devil?

Herat couldn\'t figure out the answer. Finally, it could only come to a conclusion—the greatness of love had created an unbelievable miracle.

"Woof!"

With that thought in mind, Herat could not help but give a howl that lacked savageness.

If it had a mirror in front of it, it would see the expression it had—it was a foolish smile that could not be any more foolish.

In front of it, in the \'hell\' that was strewn with blood and minced meat, the golden-haired girl and the silver-haired \'devil\' were hugging each other tightly. The black beams smashed incessantly into that invisible barrier as they constantly produced sparks. The monsters that surrounded them layer after layer trembled without approaching. They did not dare to disturb the girl and the \'devil\' that was reveling in an embrace.

The setting sun\'s last light rouged a beautiful tinge to the firmaments.

The duo did not separate from their embrace as they waited for the impending night and the tomorrow that was no longer very distant.

In front of such a beautiful scene, the bachelor dog, Herat, could do nothing but laugh foolishly.