When the hulking figure fell, Cheng Can finally resisted his body's thirst for blood, tightened his fingertips, and his sharp claws pierced directly through the young man's throat.
In an instant, gravity disappeared from the room.
Cheng Can turned his head, his soft golden hair scattered over his shoulders, and his handsome face boasted a pair of crimson eyes that added a touch of demonic charm.
Unlike the dirty dark red wings, he had an inexplicable sense of holiness on the outside, still wearing his original clothes, but his skin had turned pale, and his fingertips had grown long and sharp.
"Wow, you finally killed this guy, huh? I've found him annoying for a long time."
Looking at the scene before him, the robust hulk chuckled innocently, yet his words did not match his appearance at all.
Cheng Can curled his lip.
He had been dawdling with that punk downstairs for quite a while, and this big guy had all the time to get up and help, but he deliberately didn't show up.