After releasing the little girl, Long Chen revealed a long needle that was stabbed into his chest. That needle was black as ink, and black qi was spreading through his flesh at a rate visible to the naked eye. It was obvious that this was an extremely terrifying poison.

Zi Yan saw that the girl’s terror had disappeared to be replaced with calm. She looked at Long Chen with a gaze that invoked pity, a gaze that made it impossible for anyone to suspect she would actually kill someone.

As for the doll in her hand, there was a hole in it. Obviously, it was no doll but a killing mechanism.

“How could it be like this?”

Yu Tong looked from the girl to the black needle in Long Chen’s chest; her heart filled with indescribable pain.

“Do you hate me?” Long Chen slowly kneeled down and calmly looked at this girl, gently rubbing her cheek.

The girl was very beautiful, looking like she could have been cut out of jade, appearing like a flawless porcelain doll. 

“I know that of the people I just killed, your father and mother were...