"Make us ten times happier, handsome. Do you really have what it takes? Don't tell me you're only good with your mouth..." To the dark elf's surprise, the icy vigilance in the four women's eyes gradually faded upon seeing him, replaced by intense interest and teasing that set one's desires ablaze.
Oh, damn it. Are Zerg women all this open? Hahaha, I fucking love the Zerg...
The pair of crescent-shaped blades in Ansel's hands spun excitedly through the air twice. A wild, unruly grin hung on his face. "Hahaha, good with my mouth? My mouth is no worse than what I can do below the belt, little girl. Come... Fuck, it's an illusion!!!"
Before his lascivious words had fully left his mouth, an exceedingly faint killing intent suddenly reached him.
Ansel's eyes widened instantly. His figure flashed, and he vanished from where he stood.
"I truly didn't expect you to possess such outstanding illusion abilities. I underestimated you—my mistake, my mistake..." Ansel reappeared a hundred meters behind the four women. Though his gaze remained lecherous, it was far more restrained than before.
That was right—he needed to rein himself in. If he had not been a dark elf, and one of the dark elves' most skilled assassins, a Dark Night Hunter, he would have been dead or severely wounded by now!! If it had been another powerhouse of the same level, there was an eighty percent chance they would not have sensed that faint trace of killing intent, because it had been concealed too well—almost perfectly!
The seductive smiles on the four women's faces had naturally been illusions meant to conceal their killing intent. When Ansel teleported away, he discovered that the four women had already surrounded the spot where he had vanished from four different directions. If not for