Type-Moon Crown Master

Nero's smile bloomed like a flower. "My, Dragon Witch, it seems my thoughts are unexpectedly the same as yours."

With that, Nero summoned her pure-white Spirit Origin weapon, the Primal Fire Sword. Her gaze suddenly became extremely dangerous, and even the temperature around them dropped several degrees.

"Damn it, damn it! You actually jumped out to make trouble just as I was about to have a loving pa-pa-pa Mana Transfer with my Player and become all sticky together. Clearly... clearly, you only needed to keep hiding under the bed like a filthy lizard. Then I could have pretended not to see anything and ignored your pitiful, insignificant presence."

"Damn it!! Damn it!! This is really unforgivable!!! I should have dealt with you at noon, torn apart that disgusting, hypocritical mouth of yours, gouged out your eyes, then chopped off your limbs and turned you into nothing more than a toy to throw into the mountains for the beasts to play with."

"You..."

"Wouldn't that be wonderful for you? Umu, think about it. Isn't beast play fun? It's a pleasure ordinary people can't experience. With that slender waist and long legs of yours, it should suit you perfectly."

Su Mo instantly held his breath, secretly swallowing hard as he instinctively shrank back. He stammered, "Hey, Nero 410, Black Saber... can you two stop and listen to me?"

According to the usual script, once both sides finished trading insults, they would definitely start fighting. The barracks the Hassans had prepared for him might get torn down.

"Huh? Who do you think caused this?"

Nero and Black Saber turned their heads at the same time, dangerous light gleaming in their eyes as they stared coldly at Su Mo without expression.

Su Mo suddenly felt a chill run through his heart.

Nero and Black