"Why bother?"
Dancing Demon sighed, with a flickering gaze, "It seems today, we must have a fight."
"If we must fight, then fight!"
Qin Hao flicked his hand, and a dagger slipped from his sleeve. He grasped it firmly, his whole demeanor turning infinitely cold, like a God of Slaughter emerging from Hell.
"No, no, no."
Dancing Demon shook his head, "Do you think I would engage in a fair duel with you? No, I'm not that foolish. Listen, this Waltz melody seems to make the heart race; I seem to see streams of blood, flowing gently on your body, in tune with the notes..."
Dancing Demon closed his eyes slightly in intoxication, lightly waving his hands as if accompanying the rhythm of the Waltz, then suddenly flicked his hand, and a gun appeared, aimed at Qin Hao!
Facing the black muzzle, Qin Hao's eyes grew colder.
