Chapitre 382: Tragedy (3)

"Tap, tap, tap..."

 A woman, her face covered in a black veil and her body surrounded by dense roots, slowly walked out of the shadows accompanied by crisp footsteps.

 Most of her face was covered with the veil, with only her eyes exposed. Those eyes were like lightless black holes—no pupils or eyeballs, only the purest black.

 "Master." Lu Sheng bowed slightly out of respect. He respected the powerful, be it because of strength or intellect.

 Su Ningfei nodded before her eyes silently fell on the weak-looking girl.

 "Had enough time to play?"

 The girl's body trembled as big teardrops rolled down her face. 

 "Mother… I…"

 Su Ningfei didn't waste her time talking, and instead raised her hand. "These people waste too much of your time, to the point where you even seemed to have stopped caring about your mother. They deserve to die!"

 A dark golden crescent moon gradually appeared on her forehead.