Jian Yanyou stood up from Jian Taiding’s headless corpse. He licked away the blood on his lips and replied, “Who am I? I’m Jian Yanyou, of course, your husband.”
His eyes had long become pitch-black like ink, and his face was covered in black patterns. Because he had just drunk blood straight out of Jian Taiding’s decapitated corpse, he looked extremely sinister and dangerous.

  Yu Yanluo shook her head and replied, “No, you are definitely not him. Yanyou is honest and generous in nat..