"Hehe. How could such a lively event go on without me? My adorable Death God."
The woman's graceful figure gradually elongated, slowly emerging from the night.
Her short, golden hair was crisp and efficient, and her sexy, alluring lips were incredibly seductive; even from this distance, Lin Zifeng could feel the instructor's Bewitching Technique.
"Why have you come?"
Lin Zifeng asked coldly, his chiseled face showing no sign of excitement.
His crimson eyes were filled with malice.
"My lovely Death God, murder, this exciting and joyful activity, how could you think the instructor would miss it?"
"Aren't you afraid of Heavenly Gate by helping me like this?" Lin Zifeng's eyebrows furrowed slightly. At this moment, Slaughter Syndrome struck, filling his mind with nothing but thoughts of frenzied slaughter.
It was fortunate he had the Magic Bracelet to control the murderous impulse within him; otherwise, with such a condition, he might have completely lost his reason.
