Black Knight

Chapter eighty-seventh hatred

The blood splattering on his chest was faster than Frege would say unspoken words. As soon as Frege's word "you" was spoken, the dark stains overflowed from the corner of his mouth.   At a distance of tens of meters, Kazan's left heart mouth shed a lot of blood, Frege's left heart mouth was stabbed out of thin air, and a continuous stream of blood poured from the wound.   "You know, I can cut off my head without dying, can you?" Kazan's laughter showed all vileness. He is not the throne of the thirteen throne now. Between the non-throne and the throne, you can fight privately and you can hurt the killer!  ——————  Ps: modified