บท 126: A Greeting Gift

"You know you can't kill me, right?" Black Wolf Baker's face was the same as Ian's, and he said expressionlessly, "You know I'm immortal!"

"This is your greeting gift!" I looked up and met his cold purple eyes. "I hope you like it!"

Black Wolf Baker slowly pulled out the sharp branch that had pierced his chest. The part of his clothes that had been pierced revealed his blood-stained skin, a blood-red hole. Black Wolf Baker threw the blood-stained branch to the ground. I saw that the injured muscles on his chest were rapidly healing. In the blink of an eye, his injured skin returned to normal. He looked down to glance at the wound that had already healed. Then, he looked at me smugly.