Hun Ruoruo had probably long since forgotten why she killed.
At first, it had only been for survival. Later, after learning the truth, it had become revenge. Then came numbness. She only knew that watching those vivid red lives perish in her hands had, at some point, become a morbid need of her fallen heart.
Soul Hall, the ancient clans, even the rows of burial mounds that had once stood in Sound Valley—all had long been buried and annihilated by her. Yet the things that had once filled her with hatred and disgust could no longer stir even the slightest ripple within her.
She needed to be satisfied.
Years of slaughter had thoroughly consumed Hun Ruoruo's soul with negative emotions. At this moment, she could not even manage an ordinary smile, her entire face stiffened. Only stronger stimulation could awaken a few scattered traces of emotion.
If ordinary people were not enough, then her family. If her family was not enough, then she would personally kill the one she loved most.
Did Xiao Yan count as someone she loved?
Perhaps.
But aside from him, Hun Ruoruo seemed to have no one left she could trust.
At that thought, Hun Ruoruo's pupils contracted. The evil thoughts in her mind surged forth like a tide beyond her control, impossible to suppress any longer.
"Heh, hehehe. Husband, when you learn of this in the underworld someday, do not blame this concubine."
Hun Ruoruo's lovely face flushed faintly, while her pair of blood-red eyes, both demonic and wicked, radiated an eerie glow.
"Because I like you, I have to see your heart."
At the same time, Starfall Pavilion.
Xiao Yan, who had emerged from seclusion, wore a calm expression, yet an aura terrifying enough to surpass comprehension emanated from him.
"Brother Xiao Yan, are