Chapter 220

• When pain and fear overtook them, especially when their fair supple flesh of youth were torn and shredded, it had always made excitement surge up within and gave him a twisted sense of satisfaction.
• Hua Yao was undoubtedly, among all the “disciples” he had recruited, the one who had the most outstanding looks. When he had first laid eyes on this pretty youth that stirred his heart, his soul had roared to rip apart the pretty face before him, to use poison to rot the bones beneath those distinctly sharp and prominent features, to destroy and grind into the mud, the beauty that was shamelessly being flaunted, stinging his eyes and gnawed at his soul.
• “Too slow.” The pretty youth, with a trail of blood flowing down the corner of his mouth, said suddenly, slowly.