My Scheming Little Devil-Chapter 963: He is a Beast
The remaining men, faces pale as paper, retreated in fear, step by step.
Even though they had experienced numerous life-and-death situations, the sight of such brutal killing methods shattered their hearts, and they had already lost the battle in spirit. They were like facing the death god emerging from hell, utterly powerless to resist.
Third Young Master Jun gave them no chance to react. His cold and eerie eyes darkened as he moved like a phantom, rushing among them in the blink of an eye.
Raising both hands, the sharp glass traced splendid arcs of light, each one accompanied by the scattering of blood and screams.
Soon, even the last man, with a gaze filled with extreme terror, unwillingly fell atop his comrades’ corpses, blood freshly warm, flowing on the ground, pooling into a bright red river. Yet the heart in his chest, which had been terrified, would beat no more.
Third Young Master Jun indifferently dropped the blood-dripping glass at his feet.
His ruthless gaze casually swept over each corpse. His short, inky hair was damp, with drops of blood—the blood of those men—sliding down onto him.
Without a glance, he disdainfully kicked aside the obstructing bodies and turned to walk briskly towards Ye Lu.
Ye Lu watched his handsome, ice-cold face stained with blood, his eyes, devoid of mercy, tinged with a fierce violence, resembling Asura crawling out from a pool of blood.
A murderous and cold-blooded aura spread about him, like a beast that had seen red.
Something inexplicably trembled her heart, and subconsciously, she stepped back, crashing into the things on the table.
This unconscious dodging gesture caused Third Young Master Jun’s pupils to contract, his visage growing colder as he strode over, disregarding her pale complexion, and forcefully lifted her into his arms, his gaze deeply fixed on her.
"Lu’er, you mustn’t evade me, nor are you allowed to show fear," he commanded, his voice concealing threads of persistence and tension.
He knew how terrifying he must look at the moment, drenched in blood, having taken ten lives in a flash, brutally to the extreme. Such a demon, any woman would fear.
But he could care less who feared him. He didn’t care how others saw him. If they thought of him as a demon or a cold-blooded killer, so be it. After all, Third Young Master Jun was just that kind of person, on the path of Asura, his hands were long stained with countless people’s blood.
Yet, the one thing he couldn’t bear was seeing her show fear and loathing towards him.
Because he cared about her so much that even a disdainful look from her could deeply wound his heart.
"..." Ye Lu bowed her head without speaking.
A bitter smile curved Third Young Master Jun’s thin lips; he understood it was hard for her to accept.
"When I kill next time, you must not look; don’t witness it with your own eyes," he whispered, his lips against her hair. He didn’t want to be just a psychotic killer in her eyes, brimming with danger.
His eyes, profoundly deep, swirled with an extreme tenderness, the flecks of fire in them shining especially persistent under the light.
"Remember, even if I truly become a psychotic killer, I will never harm you."
Ye Lu trembled, lifting her head to look at his bloodstained, stern face.
She felt no compassion for those he had killed; those who attempted to hurt her deserved death.
She wasn’t afraid of him; it was just...
It was just the fear that her heart was yet again eroding bit by bit, forcefully occupied by him, losing her own will.
She feared falling in love with him again, but she knew she was gradually succumbing.
