Your Mother's Taste Was Delicious

"Heh-heh..."

The corner of Tang San's mouth twitched slightly, and he actually laughed.

Crushing every bone in his body, crushing his soul—this was considered a quick death?

Then what counted as a slow death?

"As for now..."

A strange smile curled on Qian Cheng's lips.

"Since you were reborn, this has become far more interesting."

"I'll let you personally experience the meaning of three sentences—"

I hate the high-hung bright moon that once shone on me alone.

I hate the high-hung bright moon that does not shine on me alone.

I hate the high-hung bright moon that alone does not shine on me.

Qian Cheng's voice carried a strange rhythm as it echoed through the silent forest.

"What does that mean?"

Tang San was utterly baffled.

With the learning of an academic dunce like him, he could not possibly grasp the deeper meaning behind them.

Yet he could sense the chilling malice contained within those three sentences.

"It's nothing. You'll understand soon enough."

Qian Cheng clapped his hands, a trace of cruelty flashing through his eyes.

Bai Lan, who had been waiting nearby, stepped forward expressionlessly, her eyes gleaming with icy light.

As he watched Bai Lan approach, Tang San's pupils instantly widened!

He had sensed a familiar aura from her!

"My name is Bai Lan!"

The woman in gray spoke in an exceptionally cold voice that made one feel as though they had fallen into an ice pit.

"My martial soul is—"

Before she could finish, a bone-piercing killing intent coiled around Tang San's neck like a venomous serpent.

That was no ordinary hostility, but a hatred that sought to utterly destroy its target!

Having already been reborn once, Tang San was far more sensitive to killing intent than ordinary people!

It was only natural for the upper ranks