Su Bai slowly lifted his hand, he placed it on the little boy's neck, his slender fingers gently stroked it as his black fingernails lingered on it for a while.
The little boy slowly closed his eyes, his face started trembling, that trembling was not because of fear, it was not because of worry, it was also not because of hesitation.
It was...
... excitement!
Indeed, to be able to experience the feeling of being killed like that, from his point of view, was indeed something glorious, he was even envisioning, after he was killed in such a graceful manner, his photo would be placed in his beloved booklet, then, it would absolutely be a piece of art.
However, after a while, Su Bai's body recovered to his original state, the fingernails vanished, his skin started to regain fullness, his hair returned back to ordinary black, the was even a hint of fatigue in Su Bai's eyes.
