Swoosh!
The tail that was swinging behind suddenly wrapped around the white neck of the woman in the white dress like a steel cable and swept her over to Mao Ying's side. "I will love you dearly," Mao Ying said, opening her mouth, revealing two sharp fangs, and bit down on that snow-white neck.
On the island shrouded in thick white mist.
"Find a place to throw her." Mao Ying licked her lips, which were vividly as red as blood.
The two warrior men standing in front of her, having just witnessed her feeding process, couldn't help but shiver.
"Yes, Lord Mao Ying." The two immediately lifted the corpse that lay on the ground, quickly heading into the jungle, casually tossing the body into the bushes, as if they were disposing of trash.
"Blood, truly the most delicious thing in the world." Mao Ying licked her lips, her figure flickered, leaving behind three afterimages in the air, and then she vanished from the spot.
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